“Molly,” Seth moans in my ear, a sound I never tire of.
He grips my hip tighter as he continues at a leisurely pace, taking his time, enjoying each second of our time together.
“Seth, I’m so close,” I tell him, not sure how much more I can handle. “I’m going to c*m again.”
I arch my back, pressing my chest into his as I tighten around him, feeling an intense, toe curling, release of pleasure. He slips an arm behind me, holding me close as he finds his release deep within me and kisses my neck.
Rolling off me, he reaches over and pulls me to him, placing his hand on my tiny baby bump. It’s shown up sooner than last time, so soon that I was afraid it was twins again. Thank the goddess, though, there’s only one this time.
“I’ll never be tired of you, Queen Molly,” he says to me,
