I pulled at her clothes as she got into a comfortable position and watched her gorgeous naked body for a second, stoking my dick to get it ready for her.
Getting behind her, I let the head of my dick rub her slick opening for a few seconds.
“Brayden, you’re not going to break me. Fuck me!” She cried as her knees started to shake in anticipation.
“As you wish.” I laughed a little, before thrusting into her tight opening.
My hands gripped her hips as I bit softly down onto her shoulder. I could feel her pussy tightening around my shaft as her climax started to build right away, her cunt dripping with desire. Right as we were about to hit our climaxes, the baby shifted and I could see her foot practically sticking out of her stomach.
“What the fuck?” I yelled, pulling out of Karla.
She tried to look over her shoulder at me, asking, “What’s wrong?”
All I could do was point down to her belly. “Foot.” I choked out, still freaked, losing my hard instantly.
She threw her hands in the air. “There’s a small human inside me. What the fuck do you expect to happen?”
“I don’t know. Not to see a foot. What if she was pissed about us doing it and she was protesting. I can’t.” I started to shake my head and pulled my sweatpants back on. “I am so sorry, baby. Just not right now. We can try again later.”
Frustration washed over her face as she got up from bed. “Fucking incredible.”
I tried to follow as she started to make her way into the bathroom. “Karla, I’m sorry. I just was shocked.”
She threw her hand up, stopping me from entering the small space with her. “I am going to take a bath, alone. It’s fine. Seriously.” Her eyes started to water up a bit.
“Babe, you’re not fine.” I put my hand on her cheek.
“I really am, I just need a minute. Hormones.” She rolled her eyes. “I get it, Bray. Really.”
I left her alone for a little while and before I knew it we were getting ready for an evening that I was not looking forward to in the slightest.
“I just don’t know why we have to go tonight.” I started to button up one of my nicest dress shirts while Karla threw garment after freaking garment out of our closet as she huffed and puffed. We were still in the process of getting all her things situated and she was making the mess that much worse.
“I am too fucking fat for all of my clothes, Bray!” I started to laugh until I saw her turn around. She was nearly sobbing as she clutched her favorite little black dress.
“Babe, you’re not fat. You’re pregnant. There’s a huge difference. And we can just skip the dinner if you’re feeling self-conscious.”
She sent daggers at me for trying to weasel my way out of this dinner for the thousandth time in the past hour. “You’re going because this means a lot to your sister and it is your brother-in-law’s birthday. We already agreed to go so we are fucking going whether you like it or not, Mr. Cox.”
I hated when she called me that and she freaking knew it. She shot me an innocent smile, grabbing yet another dress from the back of the closet.
“Why don’t we just go buy you a new dress? It’s better than you stressing out about this.”
Karla sank down onto our bed, tears actually streaming down her face. “But that means I really am too fat for my clothes.”
There was no reasoning with a hormonal pregnant woman; not a snowball’s chance in hell was I going to win in this one. “I just want you to feel as beautiful as I know you are.”
Finally, she smiled.Cheesy line for the win.
“Fine, let me grab my coat. We can hit the mall on our way to the Hayes’ place.”
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After goingto five stores and trying on nearly a hundred different outfits, Karla was finally satisfied with a deep plum floor-length dress. The saleswoman at Macy’s was amazingly patient with Karla and even helped her pick out a sparkly belt that matched and would dress up her new look a bit. I usually hated every minute of shopping, but this time I was just happy to see Karla ecstatic and being pampered.
I stood in the entryway of the Hayes’ family mansion for a few seconds before ringing the doorbell.
Myla opened the door, grabbing Karla’s hand and dragging us inside. “Thank you so much for coming tonight.” She took our coats and walked us into the living room where everyone was sitting. It was the strangest feeling being in my coach’s home, about to have dinner at his dining room table with forced small talk and awkward lulls in the conversation.