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In a New York Minute - Part Twenty-Eight - Chapters 107-110
Date: 3/6/2024, Categories: Novels, Author: techgoddess
... played with her clitoral area as he began thrusting faster. His reward was another gushing climax from her that caused his balls to constrict. “I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast, my pregnant whore!” he hissed through gritted teeth. Then he pounded into her, sending her over again. As she came, he felt his sac let go, and he filled her with the seed from his pulsating cock. Chapter One Hundred-Ten For a few moments, neither of them could move. When he finally caught his breath, Mac said, “Shame on your husband for not giving you more attention like this.” He removed the gag and the blindfold and unfastened her restraints. Then he sat on the seat and pulled her into his arms. “I love you, Gracie. You’re my entire world. I’m sorry if I’ve neglected you.” Grace shook her head. “We both let ourselves get caught up in preparing for this baby and have been too tired to give our sex life the proper attention. Plus, my body isn’t exactly as attractive anymore.” Mac frowned. “You’re wrong. You’re so fuckin’ sexy—every inch and curve of your luscious body.” Grace rolled her eyes. “Thanks for loving me no matter what I look like,” she sighed. “I’ve gained a little more weight with this baby than the last, but I didn’t expect my ass to look pregnant.” Mac laughed. “You don’t see yourself through my eyes. You’re so beautiful! Pregnancy looks good on you, even your pregnant ass.” “Help me get my dress back on,” she said, ignoring his compliment instead of ...
... arguing. “Nope.” “What do you mean, nope?” “I mean, the driver is going to pull up in front of our house, and you’re going to walk from the car to the door without clothes on. Then, we will head upstairs, where you’ll suck my cock like a good girl.” “But I’m naked! What if someone sees?” “A, you’re not naked; you have a bra and panties on, and B, it’s dark out. But tell you what? We can sneak into the lower-level entrance and take the elevator up to our suite from there if you’d like.” Before she could answer, Mac pushed the button to call the driver. “Please take us to the address I indicated earlier. I’m taking this slutty whore home with me.” “Yes, sir,” the driver said. Grace’s eyes flew open wide. “That’s Randall’s voice!” Mac grinned. “As if I’d trust our privacy to anyone else? He knows we have fooled around in the back of the limo before, but he doesn’t know any details. What hedoes know is how generous I am at bonus time for his loyalty and discretion.” “But this isn’t our limo.” “It is as of yesterday. I bought it. It’s more spacious than the old one.” “More room to fuck your very round wife in?” she asked, her voice dripping with self-deprecation. “Well, originally, I decided we needed more room for our growing family. But the spaciousness does allow more room to fuck my spectacular wife, who really needs to stop putting herself down.” “I just…” she stopped. He’d gone to a lot of trouble to make her feel cherished, loved, and ...