Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

"So Hard"

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.Carl.

I knew it was unfair to mess with Layla when her pregnancy hormones were off the charts, but I just couldn't help myself. Besides, I wouldn't leave her hanging for too long; I always satisfied her in the end.

When we got home, she disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door. I figured she was taking a nap; she did quite a lot of napping these days.

I sat down on the couch and patted the spots next to me so that the dogs would jump up. As they snuggled into my sides, I flipped the TV on and found It's Always Sunny.

A short while later, the bedroom door opened again, and out stepped Layla. My jaw dropped as I took her in. Her hair was curled and teased, her lips were red, and she wore the little outfit she'd worn at Christmas, although it was even more revealing now that her boobs and her baby bump were bigger.

"Holy shit," I murmured, feeling instantly hard.

She didn't really acknowledge me as she strutted into the kitchen and turned the water on. I watched as she rested her hands on the counter and leaned her head back, rolling it back and forth to stretch her neck. My eyes trailed down to where the sheer fabric of her flowy top ended, where her ass was exposed.

I gulped and shifted in my seat as I watched her feel the water. She gasped- a ridiculously sexual-sounding gasp- as she yanked her hand back. "Hot," she whined, glancing at me over her shoulder.

Yeah, hot, I agreed, watching her.

She began to wash the dishes in the sink, like she'd gotten all dolled up to do chores.

I gulped and stood up to walk over to her. She looked so fucking good I couldn't just watch anymore. I was so close when she spun around and held her arm out. Her wet, soapy hand was inches from my chest.

"I'm busy right now," she asserted, cocking an eyebrow at me.

My eyes studied her face, then fell to the way her breasts were barely contained in her little négligée.

She spun back around, and my eyes trailed down to her ass again. Jesus, it was magnificent. I reached my hands out to grab it.

She gasped, whipping her head around. "Hands off, I'm busy."

"Then why are you out here looking like a fucking snack?" I groaned as she shooed me back.

"A snack?" she grinned as she resumed her washing. "Must mean you want to eat me."

I gulped. "Fuck yeah I do."

.....

.Layla.

Oh god, I couldn't keep this up much longer. I was so turned on that my hands could hardly hold onto the dishes anymore. I tried to hide how erratic my breathing was becoming, and I attempted to ignore the throbbing between my legs. I needed to get even. I needed him as desperate for me as I was for him in the park.

"Maybe later," I sighed, not-so-accidentally splashing water onto myself. I spun around and gasped as the hot water trickled down my chest.

Carl's eyes bugged out as he looked at my breasts.

"Oh no," I moaned, reaching for a towel.

Carl put his hand over mine and slowly took the towel from me. He touched it to my skin and began to rub.

I tilted my head back and let a soft moan escape. I let him dry me off for a moment before I put my hand on his to still it. "Thank you," I breathed, staring into his eyes before I turned back around.