He gives me a mischievous grin. “You know I can tell when you’re lying, right?” But he still moves my wedding dress aside and goes back to my pussy.
I smile to myself and get back to the edge he left me on. He starts sucking my clit. I’m so close so I can practically reach out and touch it…and then comes a loud knock on the door.
I grab the back of Saint’s head and hold my pussy against his face. “Don’t you dare move your mouth, Saint. I don’t care if the building is on fire. You’re going to finish getting me off.” I feel his muffled agreement, and then his tongue goes back to work.
I’m pregnant, hot, horny, and need to cum more than I need my next breath. I grind against Saint's face and my orgasm hits me. It’s hard and deep and I feel the liquid fire flow through my veins. Jesus, that mouth of his is sinful.
As I come down from my high, Saint climbs out from under my dress and helps put me back together. I look down and see his huge cock bulging in the front of his pants. I give him a sly smile and rub the palm of my hand over it. “We should do something about this.”
There’s another knock on the door and we both turn in time to see Lays walking in. “Living with you guys this long has some advantages. For instance, I know Jeanette just got hers, so the wedding can start. Do something about that,” she smirks and points at Saint’s pants. “And get in there. Some of us are pregnant and hungry.”
“Hey, I’m hungry,” I say defensively, but Lays just glares at me. She’s adorable when she’s worked up.
“Give us a second,” Saint says calmly, and Lays looks at him sternly. “Calm down, Layla. I just want one kiss before we start.”
“Fine, but make it fast,” she orders and closes the door behind her.
I wrap my arms around Saint’s neck and he embraces me. He puts his forehead to mine and I can’t imagine a more perfect moment.
“Okay, Big Daddy, one kiss and then we need to shake a leg.”
Saint pulls back and gets on his knees again. “What are you doing, Saint? Quit playing around. We’ve got to go. People are waiting.”
“I said one more kiss, Mama. I didn’t say where I was going to do the kissing. Now are you gonna show me that pussy again or am I going to have to get under that dress and find it for myself?”
I look at the door and look back at Saint. I see the smug grin creep across his face, and I give in. Fuck it. This might be the most perfect wedding day ever.
EPILOGUE
Approximately five years later...
“This is the last time, Saint. I swear to God, if you don’t get those nuts cut, I’m going to get a butter knife and do it myself.”
“Oh, now, Mama, don’t be like that. You know you’d be just as sad hurting my cock as I would.”
That motherfucker has the guts to smile at me. Obviously they medicated him instead of me.
“I don’t know a single man on the planet who wants to have a house full of women. Just wait until this one is old enough to start in with Erin and Sam.”
“This one isn’t a girl, Mama. I keep telling you, I planted a boy this time. Why don’t you believe me?”
“Just because you had a talk with your dick before we fucked like animals that night does not mean I’m having a boy! This is going to be another girl and Lays is going to send over more pink fluffy shit. I swear, it’s like she doesn’t even see that the girls would rather play in dirt than make-up.” I feel the contraction easing up and I laugh a little at the thought. “Maybe she should just start sending over dirt in pretty compacts so she feels like they at least enjoy her presents.”
Another contraction hits me hard and fast. I know something isn’t right. I feel the baby turn and I’m suddenly in excruciating pain. I scream out and Saint stands over me in a panic. “Oh, God, Michael, get the doctor, something's wrong. I feel wetness between my legs, and I don’t know if my water has broken or if it’s something worse.
I don’t remember much other than the pain. The next thing I know the doctor is in the room and barking at the nurses. More nurses pile in and then I see Carter. I fade in and out as I see Carter holding Saint back. Why is Saint crying? What’s happening?
Then I’m out.
“If you don’t wake up and put your boob in this this baby’s mouth, I’m going to do it myself.”
I wake up feeling foggy and I see Lays beside my hospital bed, holding a newborn baby wrapped in blue.
“Layla?” I say groggily, and look around for Saint.
“He just went down the hall to get me some water. Chillax, girl. I had Carter wheel me in so I could hold your baby. Carter has the twins back in my room across the hall. He’s adorable, by the way. Who would have thought our kids would share a birthday? Thank God for emergency c-sections, am I right?”