“I woke up hard as a rock from dreaming of you.”
“You wake up hard if the wind blows,” I countered.
Leo choked on the bite he’d just taken before grabbing the orange juice for me. After he recovered, he said, “I can’t help my virility.”
“I was thinking more a horny bastard.”
“Oh, I’ll show you horny bastard.” Leo tossed the now empty plate onto the bed before taking the glass and putting it on the nightstand. He then grabbed me by the waist and flung me onto the bed.
Giggling, I said, “You’re such a caveman.”
As Leo loomed over me, the erotic gleam in his eyes sent a shiver of desire down my spine “And you’re my dirty little whore whose panties are probably wet at the moment.”
Although I was slightly wet, I shook my head. “Dry as the sahara.”
Leo tsked. “Andrea Neretti, you are such a liar. In fact, I’ll bet you that if you’re wet, you have to blow me.”
“Go on. Check.”
At Leo’s wicked grin, my heartbeat accelerated. After spreading my legs, he slid his hand into my pajama pants. The moment he touched my core I thrust my hips up for friction.
“Aha!”
With a triumphant look, Leo held up his fingers to me that glistened with arousal. “A gentleman would finish what he started,” I pouted.
“But I’m not a gentleman, remember? I’m a horny bastard,” he teased.
“Ass,” I said with a grin.
Since Leo slept naked, all he had to do was roll over and fling back the sheet. His cock proudly jutted forward. As he pushed himself back on the mattress, I started crawling beside him.
After all these weeks together, I knew how much he liked me to rub the frenulum before taking him inside my mouth. Spitting on the top, I then began rubbing the sensitive skin.
“Fuuuuck,” Leo grunted as he threw his head back.
When he started leaking precum, I slid him into my mouth. As Leo’s cock bumped against the back of my throat, I moaned in pleasure. But the feeling was short-lived. As Leo flexed his hips, my stomach clenched, sending its content shooting up my throat.
At my gag, Leo froze mid-thrust. Hurriedly, I slid him out of my mouth. Just as I started scrambling to my feet, I puked all over the sheets and blanket. Swiping my mouth, I surveyed the damage.
“Oh God,” I muttered in mortification.
Leo’s gentle hands came to my shoulders to steady me. When I looked at him, remorse filled his eyes. “Jesus, D, I’m so sorry. I thought you could take it like you did before.”
“It’s not your fault.”
He brushed some strands of hair out of my face. “I’m pretty sure it is.”
Since there never was going to be the right time to tell him I was pregnant, I decided it was now or never.
With a smile, I said, “Actually, I can assure you it isn’t about you choking me with your monster cock.”
Leo grinned. “It’s not?”
Shaking my head, “It’s morning sickness.”
His brows furrowed adorably. “Morning sickness? That’s what pregnant women have.”
“That's right.”