Sorry for taking so long to update. I haven't edited this yet, I just really wanted to get it posted, so sorry for all the typos :-(
Rosie turned sideways looking at her profile in the mirror. She had chosen an empire waisted summer dress in dark blue with little embroidered yellow flowers decorating the boat neckline. It wasn't a fancy dress but it was nice, the kind of dress she reserved for Church and one of the few dresses that fit her growing bust without looking pornographic.
She rubbed her hands over her baby bump smoothing the soft cotton fabric over her belly. She had been so worried about Mac losing interest in her as her body changed, but if anything, the changes in her body seemed to excite him. He whispered to his son in her belly, making elaborate plans with a child that couldn't possible understand him, he played with her swelling breasts, promising to keep her nice and "knocked up" so that he would never have to say goodbye to them. Rosie didn't mind, she smiled at herself in the mirror, a house full of children sounded like heaven to her, and if Mac was half as attentive to them as he was while they were in the belly, well, she was a lucky girl.
She could hear Mac's loud truck rolling up the drive way, she hurriedly slipped her feet into a pair of yellow sandals and grabbed her purse, Mac would be angry if she wasn't ready and tonight was their date night, she wanted everything to go as smoothly as possible, with a quick once over in the mirror she ran out of the bed room and was standing in the living room at attention when Mac walked in.
"Well, goddamn," her husband grinned at her, "I could fuck you on the floor, right now, short cake." he licked his lips.
"I look alright?" she grinned at him. He sounded happy, and that made her happy.
"Damn good," he nodded. "I'm changing my shirt," Rosie noticed his grey t-shirt was sprayed with what could only be blood, "some asshole got mouthy," he shrugged, "you did the wash, right?"
"Yes," Rosie tore her eyes from his shirt and ran to the bed room, "Maybe you could wear this one, " she hesitantly pulled a navy blue button down out of the drawer.
Mac looked at the shirt in her hand for a while, scratching his bottom lip with his thumb thoughtfully. "You want to start dressing me now?" his voice was low.
"No, I just.." she smoothed her hand over her belly nervously.
"You want us in the same color?" he took the shirt from her.
"Yes," she looked down at her feet, it was stupid, the kind of thing "dorks" did, he would be angry with her for asking.
"Alright Rosie," he sighed, "this is your reward, and I look fine as fuck in this shirt." he grinned at her and the tension melted off her shoulders.
"Thank you, Mac!" she squealed. He turned his head quickly catching her lips as she tried to kiss him on the cheek, before she knew it Mac had her pinned to the wall with a hand between her legs. It didn't take very long for her core to start aching for him, an ache that seemed to have grown so much stronger since her pregnancy. She groaned and then whimpered when he let go of her.
"Let's go," he buttoned up his shirt and snatched up the keys from the dresser, "I'm starving." he adjusted his erection and sauntered out of the room leaving a confused Rosie behind. Mac had never stopped before, once he got an erection he didn't stop until he was satisfied, what was happening?
"Come on Rosie!" Mac's voice caused her to jump, "I don't have all damn day!" She ran out to meet her husband.
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Mac smirked as he helped Rosie into the passenger's seat of his truck. Girl was confused and insecure and that's just the way he wanted her. Her eyebrows were scrunched up in thought as he got into the drivers side,
"Are you angry Mac?" she asked softly.
"No." he didn't look at her, he didn't have to, to see the wheels turning in her mind.
"Did everything go OK with your dad and Devon?"
"What the hell could go wrong?" he snapped at her, "Told them we were having a son," he let out a bark of a laugh, "Devon's little brat was screaming her head off, probably best if we don't let ours mix with their's." he added thoughtfully.
"Why? They'll be cousins." she asked innocently.
"Yeah, Devon and Regina are brother and sister."
"Oh." Rosie bit her lip.
Mac took a hand off the steering wheel and let it slid up under Rosie's dress. "Our son can do better than that." he growled squeezing her inner thigh and letting his pinky ghost over her already moistening panties. This date was Rosie's treat and he was taking her nice bar and grill and he was buying her whatever the fuck she wanted and he would work her all night, get her so hot and bothered she'd have no choice but to ask for it, that was his reward for putting a son in her belly
"Oh," Rosie let out a shaky breath, Mac let his finger caress her one more time before taking his hand from under her dress and putting it on her knee.
"I hear they got lobster and steak." he changed the subject, ignoring the flush that covered her cheeks and chest. "Order what ever you like."
"I can't eat sea food," she answered distractedly, "I'm pregnant."
"Order steak then." he shrugged.
"Mac?" she put her hand over his and squeezed a little.
"What?" he asked, waiting for her to push his hand back under her pretty blue dress.
She looked down, her cheeks going even more pink as she squirmed a little in her seat, "Nothing," she finally said, biting her bottom lip and looking away from him and out the window.
He was disappointed but they had all night, he would get her to ask, no, he snickered to himself, he'd get her to beg.
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Rosie shifted in her seat, the ache between her legs was almost unbearable. Pregnancy had made her especially randy, which had never been a problem before, considering how insatiable Mac was. She shifted again trying to find relief.
"You alright?" Mac asked in an innocent voice she never heard from him before.
"Yes," she lied. Why was he so being so calm and aloof, had he found someone else?
She tried to think of a what she could have done to make him tire of her, she attended his every need, perhaps he had another woman somewhere who was doing it better than her, perhaps when Mac said he was going to work or to the Luna Mesa he was really seeing someone else. Mac had a reputation for being, well, generous with his affections.
Rosie was distracted from her thoughts when the waitress appeared to take their order.
"Steak and lobster." Mac gave the woman his order without even glancing at her, his arm draped lazily over Rosie's shoulders.
"And you ma'am." the girl asked smiling and giving Mac a few cautious glances.
"Um," Rosie hadn't even been paying attention, she was too worried about Mac strange behavior. "Salad, I guess." she mumbled handing her and Mac's menus over to the woman.
"What type of…" whatever the waitress had been about to ask was rudely cut off by Mac.
"No, you aren't eating a fucking salad. You eat that shit at home all the fucking time." Mac glared at her. "She'll get the steak and a baked potato….loaded." he looked down at her belly. "My boy needs to eat some real food."
"uh…" the waitress looked at Rosie for conformation.
"Um, yes," Rosie blushed and giggled nervously. "Steak sound real good, thank you."
"Ok, well, it does come with a small salad, so, would you like ranch with that."
"Yes, thank you." she nodded.
"There you go." Mac sniffed. "It all worked out." he squeezed her shoulder.
The waitress gave them a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes and walked off. Rosie saw Mac look at the woman's ass as she walked away, he smirked sending a stab of pain through her heart. She flinched away from him, her heart aching, he was getting tired of her.
"Girl looks like she's hungry, bet she goes straight home and jumps on her boyfriends cock." he snickered.
Rosie shrunk away from his body even more and fiddled with her napkin.
"What do you think?" he smoked her shoulder lightly.
"I don't know." her voice just above a whisper.
"No," Mac let out a cold huff of a laugh, "I guess you wouldn't."
"Is that a good thing, her acting like that." she braced herself for the answer.
"Don't know any men who would mind it." Mac answered dismissively. He grabbed his bottle of beer and took a large swig.
"Do you think she's pretty?"
Mac shrugged, "Your ass is better." he took another drink, "your tits too."
That made Rosie feel a little better, but not much, Mac was looking and comparing. She tried her best not to pout, Mac hated it when she pouted. She glanced up to find him looking around restaurant and a surge of jealousy surged through her. Was he looking for other women?
Before she could really think about it she grabbed the front of his shirt, not too tightly and pulled herself up to kiss him on the mouth. It was the first time she had initiated any kind of physical affection in public and she deepened the kiss when he let out an appreciative moan. In for an ounce in for a pound, she thought, happy when he tightened his hold around her. He certainly wasn't looking at anyone else right now, and her heart soared with happiness when the waitress brought their plates and Mac waved her off impatiently. It took a little while for their kiss to cool down, but finally Rosie pulled away, they were in a public place and her Daddy would be so disappointed to learn that she was "sucking face" in front of everyone. Mac however grinned at her, and keeping her husband happy was just as important.
"That a promise for later?" he wiggled his eyebrows at her.
Rosie covered her answering grin with her hand and blushed. Was that what he wanted? Her to take the lead? He was certainly being much more affectionate now, going so far as to cut her steak for her. Of course it was. She was being willfully dense about the whole thing because she was shy. Mac had let his wishes be known to her a hundred times in a hundred ways. She had to stop pretending she didn't know what he wanted, and if she wanted him happy she would have to give him his way, so when Mac plucked a piece of meat off her plate with his figures and fed it to her, she accepted it and let her tongue swipe the side of his finger for just a moment. She was rewarded with a look of pure hunger from her husband.
"You're a good girl Rosie." he praised.
The rest of their date was perfect. Mac was the most attentive man in the entire restaurant, he even walked her to the restroom and back when the baby decided to bounce on her bladder. He didn't glance at another woman once for the rest of the meal.
Rosie knew exactly what to do when she got home.
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Mac was so damn turned on he could hardly stand it. His little wife letting her insecurities get the best of her, making her claim him in front of everyone, he could have fucked her raw right on the table, but no, he promised himself he would make her ask for it, make her initiate, and that is what he was going to do.
He rewarded her good behavior by giving her everything he knew she wanted. He was sure even her pussy ass ex never treated her so good.
The ride home was mostly quiet, she thanked him for a wonderful time with cute little pink cheeks and sat as close as possible to him in the truck. He tucked her under his arm with a grin, when she laid a hesitant hand on his upper thigh.
Once home he took a deep breath to control his lust and forced himself to sit on his recliner and turn on the TV. Rosie stood just inside the door looking at him curiously.
"Grab me a beer, Rosie." he grumbled flipping mindlessly through channels.
"Sure Mac." she answered softly.
He was debating on how best to push her to the next step when a cold beer tapped him on the shoulder. He glanced up to grab the cold brew and nearly dropped it, there stood his shy pregnant wife in nothing, her cheeks flushed as she worried her bottom lip.
"I thought maybe we could….." she bit her lip again.
"Could what, Rosie?" his voice hoarse with need. He tried to set the beer down on the side, never breaking eye contact with his little wife. He heard the muffled sound of the bottle missing the table and falling on the carpet but paid it no mind.
"We could maybe.." she looked down at his erection.
"Say it." he demanded.
"We could…" she took a deep breath, "I would like for us to…make love." she brought her thumb up to her mouth and bit it nervously.
It took all his strength not to moan, sliding down on the chair he exposed his zipper to her, his erection straining against the metal teeth.
"Go on then." his voice rough. "Get what you want."
Rosie brought her trembling hands to his pant and gently, like she was handling something delicate and easily breakable, instead of his cock that he had abused more often than not, she opened his zipper and unbuttoned his pants letting his engorged member spring free. He helped her pull his pants down around his ankles and even went so far as to remove his shirt for her but that's where he stopped. He settled back against the recliner and waited.
Rosie hesitated for a few moments before taking another deep breath and bring leg over his lap to straddle him. She refused to look him in the eyes, her cheeks going from pink to bright red as she gripped his shaft and lined him up with her entrance.
Mac grabbed her hips to keep her from sinking on to him. "Ask me, Rosie." he squeezed his hands causing her to wince slightly.
"Makelovetome." she let out in a one fast breath.
Mac grinned. "What's the magic word." he teased.
"Please." she glanced up at him quickly, then back down.
Mac didn't waste another moment impaling her on his aching cock. "This what you wanted girl?" he asked thrusting up into her hot little body as she held on to his shoulders for dear life.
"Yes Mac." she whispered through her panting.
He groaned at the feeling of her hard round belly agains his flat one, her swollen breasts bouncing enticingly in his face, he licked and sucked them gently, he could pound her pussy as hard and long as he wanted but her tits were tender now a days, he wasn't out to hurt her today.
It didn't take him long to have her gushing and quivering in top of him, her desperate gasp of "Oh Mac." pushed him over the edge along with her.
Mac buried his fingers in her hair and brought her lips down to his for a long deep kiss, "Anytime you wanna do that girl, the answer is yes. I don't give a fuck if were in the middle of one of your damn church services." he growled into her ear.
Rosie giggled and tried to pull away. "Oh no." Mac pushed his already hardened dick up against her. "We aren't done tonight. Not by a long shot."