bHey/bb. /bbIs /bbthere /bbsomething /byou’re not telling me? bSome /breason why byou’re /bbso /bnervous?” I brace bmyself/b, bexpecting /bbher /bbto /btell bme /bbshe’s /bbeen bcramping /bbor /bbleeding and didn’t want bto /bbworry /bbme/b. It would kill me to lose this bbaby/b, but I bwouldn’t /bbe surprised with all the stress and trauma bshe’s /bendured, either.

    b“/bbI /bdon’t know. I’m anxious, I guess. bI /bstill feel guilty. And I’m afraid all our dreams will be for nothing if we get bad bnews /bhere.”

    “We aren’t going to.” Standing in front of her, between her knees, I slip my hands beneath the sheet draped over them. “Take a deep breath. It’s time to start expecting the best instead of the worst. All of that shit is behind us nowb./bb” /b

    “You’re probably right.” She won’t look at me, though, her voice detached.

    “How can I help? What can I do t

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    you?”

    b“/bbI /bwish there was something. I really do.” The worry lines between her brows deepen when she nces toward the equipment that will soon be used. “What if there’s something wrong?”

    “There won’t be.” No amount of reassurance will fix this, that much is obvious. What else can I do to ease her nerves? Strange, the things thate into a man’s head at a time like this.

    “What are you doing?” She stares at me with mixed surprise and horror as I press her back, lowering her against the table.

    “Shh.” I hold a finger to my lips while cing her feet in the stirrups with the other hand. With her ass at the table’s edge and her legs spread open on either side, I have a full view of her pretty pink pussy. “I’m going to need you to be real quiet for me, little bird. Can you do that? We don’t want the doctor toe rushing in, now do we?”

    “Gianni… what are you doing?” she whispers, trying to sit up before I firmly lower her again.

    “Making you rx.” As I speak, I circle her my thumb. “Just lie back, rx, and let me make you feel

    I with good.

    “Gianni, we can’t do this.” She arches her back slightly. “Oh god, this is insane.”

    “Your cunt is dripping–It doesn’t seem like you think it’s all that insane.” And the aroma of her arousal draws me closer, making me pull over the doctor’s stool to position myself between her thighs. I stare in awe, my mouth watering. I can’t wait to feast on her. “I might need to buy something like this for the house,” I muse, pressing a finger into her tight channel. I watch it disappear, pumping it in and out slowly. “A table like this, with stirrups, and a stool I can sit on. It would mean fewer stiff necks for me.”

    “So do that… but we should stop this…”

    I begin to rub at her g–spot, and she can barely stifle the mean threatening to rip from her throat. “Are you sure about that?” I whisper while my cock twitches and strains against my zipper. What I wouldn’t give to sink it deep inside her now. I doubt there’s time for that, and besides, she’s about to have an exam. The doctor will look the

    other way on a lot of shit, but I assume even he has his limits. Though, limits and boundaries were made to be broken.

    “This is wrong,” she insists, even as she rocks her hips back and forth fucking herself on my finger. “We shouldn’t.”

    Her protests go silent the second my tongue sweeps over her clit. It doesn’t matter if this is right or wrong w can make everything else go away simply by touching and licking her. I add a second finger that’s quickly coated in her sweet nectar, and slowly work her G–spot while my tongue moves in circles over the tip of her clit. If only I could torture her like this for hours, drawing it out, taking her to the brink and pulling back until she weeps for

    reliefb. /b

    “My God… oh, my God… “She tosses her head from side to side and grips the edge of the table. She’s the picture bof /babandon–my wanton goddess, always ready to ept the pleasure I want so much to give her.

    “Such a dirty girl,” I whisper, chuckling at her strained whimpers. “My dirty girl. It’s good to know you have a thing for doing it in public, or is it just that you love being spread wide bopen/b, giving me ess to lick your tiny clit, and finger–fuck your pussy whenever I please.”

    “Lick my clit,” she begs, tilting her hips like she’s offering it to me. “Please. Lick it until Ie, and don’t stop.” “Are you going toe? Fuck you’re such a bad girl. Spray that sweet nectar of yours all over my tongue. I want your juices dripping down my chin,” I growl against her folds and lick her from ass to pussy and back again. There’s a brief knock at the door followed by the squeak of hinges that makes her jump like she’s been given a shock. I lift my head and bark, “Walk in here, and I’ll fucking kill you right now.i” /iThe door closes without the doctor saying a word.

    “Gianni.” Whatever else she was about to say is swallowed by a moan when I return my attention to her clit, now sucking while pumping my fingers faster until the wet, sloppy sound of her arousal fills the room.Fuck, her pussy is perfection. Her body tightens, and her channel clenches around my fingers, squeezing me so tightly I wish it was my cock she was strangling. She lets out a soft sigh, her body going limp, teeth sunk into her lip to hold back her euphoric cries. My fingers are a dripping mess once I pull them free, and I bring them to my lips, licking them greedily before sucking all the juice she left on them.

    “There.” I stand, satisfied to look down at her limp, boneless body. “Now you’re nice and rxed, aren’t you?”

    “Mmm…” Her eyes open slowly. They twinkle, and I love the post–orgasmic look that fills them. “You’re a very bad man threatening the doctor like that.”

    “Tell me something I don’t know. All that mattered was I got to finish eating you out.” While she sits up and straightens herself up, I wash my hands at the sink in the corner. Once she’s ready, I open the door and call the

    doctor in.

    He’s noticeably embarrassed, avoiding eye contact with me and hurrying through the process of asking questions while I watch from Caterina’s side. He makes a note of her answers–the details of her cycle, the fact that she/ hasn’t had any cramping or spotting–before giving her a brief exam.

    “Now, for the fun part.” He wheels away from the table and turns on the ultrasound machine before squirting gel across her stomach. She’s tense again, her mouth almost disappearing when she draws it into a thin line.

    The touch of my hand against her hair makes her turn her gaze my way.Rx, I mouth with a smile. She nods, eyes wide. It looks like I’m asking for the impossible.

    “Alright, Caterina. Let’s see what we have here, shall we?” The doctor ces the wand on her stomach, moving it back and forth across her gel–covered skin.

    “Is that it?” she whispers when an image appears on the screen. I’ve seen this sort of thing in countless movies, TV shows. But this is real. This is my baby in front of me. Our baby.

    “There’s the baby,” the doctor tells her while she grabs my hand. “Say hello.”

    “Hello, little baby.” She practically glows with wonder, awe, hope. “Hi, there. I love you.” She giggles softly~~ a tear rolls down her cheek.

    “Does everything look okay?” I ask.

    “Everything looks wonderful,” he confirms. “ording to what I’m seeing here, which aligns with the

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    Information bCaterina’s /bgiven bme /babout her cycle, it looks like you’ll wee byour /bbbundle /bof joy within the first week of March!

    “So beverything /bis bgood/bb?/bb” /bbThe /beagerness and relief in her bvoice /bis touching. She looks bup /bat me, bgiggling /bsoftlyi, /iher beyes /bshining

    “Baby is developing well, and you’re in great health. I’m very pleased with what I’m seeing here.”

    She squeezes my hand tight. “Thank you. That is a huge relet.”

    b“/bMany first–time mothers go through the same concerns you have. It isn’t unusual.”

    “Wow. March. It seems so far away, but I bet it will be here before we know it.” I love the excitement in her voicebi, /i/bhow optimistic she sounds. I can’t wait to buy out an entire baby store and spoil this kid beyond all reason.

    “Time will fly,” he promises as he removes the wand from her belly. “I must say, it didn’t take any time for you to conceive.”

    Her joyful expression turns to one of confusion before she looks to the doctor. “What do you mean?

    Fuck me. I know what he’s saying, and I have to stop him before he spills the beans.

    There’s no time before he starts to exin himself. “The fertility shot. It must have worked like a charm if you’re already this far along. I’m not really surprised since you’re so young and fertile as it is. The shot just gave you an added boost.”

    “What? What are you talking about?” Caterina’s gaze ping–pongs between us and I grit my teeth, rage simmering deep in my gut. I’m staring daggers at the doctor, thinking of all the ways I can murder him right now, when in reality the only person I have to me is me.