3 am. I toss and turn for I don't even know how long. Finally, I rip myself from my nightmare and stand up from the bed. Huffing, I bend over and place my hands on my knees. Finally, I calm down some and I walk over to the vanity on the other side of the room quietly.
I'm only 9 weeks pregnant, but it feels like I look 39 weeks. In my head, I know my body hasn't really changed ALL that much, but I still feel like it has. Or maybe I'm scared of what's going to happen when it does finally change drastically. Yes, my ass is a little thicker and my hips are a tiny bit wider, and yes I have a teeny tiny bit of pudge where my abs are slowly fading, but it's not really THAT bad. Still, without fail, I strip out of the oversized tee I wore to bed and caress my stomach as the tears fall freely. I can't help it.
Thankfully, so far, Ro hasn't woken to my crying spells. They've been happening for a couple weeks now. Just as I finish that thought, I hear the rustling of the sheets and Ro's half-asleep frame appears behind me. One of his massive hands squeezing my hip, the other coming up to cover my own hand on my stomach.
"Dee, why are you awake? You know the doctor said you need to rest as much as possible." He yawns.
"How can I rest when I'm so fucking HUGE?" I sob; stomping my sock clad foot into the carpet and crossing my arms.
Without a second thought, the hand on my stomach reaches around and swats me on the ass; hard. "Language, Deano. Daddy's pretty boy doesn't need to talk like that to make a point."
"I sowwy, Daddy. I just so frustrated. Can we have some play time? Need you, Daddy."
"Of course we can, Deano. You know Daddy's here for you no matter what. What do you need from Daddy, baby? How can Daddy make it better?" Now, he's massaging my hip and rubbing circles on my belly.
"Eat my boy pussy, please Daddy. Right here against the vanity. Want Daddy's big tongue so much. Pretty please, Daddy."
I'm already reaching behind me and spreading my ass open for him and he's not even agreed. I then spread my legs and lean over the vanity; arching my back as much as I can without hurting. When Daddy just stands there smiling at me, I whine high in the back of my throat and my legs quake.
"Please don't be mean, Daddy. Baby really needs you. Pleaseeeeee." Before I can even blink, Daddy drops to his knees and teases the rim of my hole with the tip of his tongue. His touch just a whisper against my skin. Enough to make my hole flutter. He continues this torture for what feels like hours. It was probably only minutes, though, as soon I'm sobbing and quaking in desperation and Daddy finally relieves me by breaching the ring of muscle with as much of that big strong tongue as he could fit inside of me and laying it flat against my prostate immediately as I'm crying in relief and ecstasy as my cock sprays all over the front of our dresser.
My hands drop from my ass and my body sags against the vanity as I come down on my orgasm. "Oh fuck, Ro. Thank you. Feel so much better now. Damn you and that sinful tongue of yours."
We both laugh as he picks me up and carries me back to bed. "Does baby have one more good orgasm left in him tonight? You can't be satisfied already, sweet. Not my pretty little baby. My baby is always ready for Daddy, huh?" I nod against his shoulder as I start to grind against his waist.
"Mhmm. Always ready to play with Daddy. Not done with Daddy yet. Tired though."
"That's okay, Dee. Daddy's going to let you lay on him while you take this dick. Just let Daddy do all the work and make my pretty boy feel good. Sound fun?"
"Oh Daddy. Sounds SO fun. Love taking Daddy's dick. Hole's nice and tight again and ready for it too, Daddy. Got a good pussy for Daddy to sink into." Ro chuckles as he lays on his back on the bed and situates me on my stomach on top of him.
"Do you want to lube Daddy up for your hole, babe?" Slowly, I nod and raise myself so I'm straddling Daddy's abs. I put a generous amount of lube in my hand even though Daddy ate me out not even 15 minutes ago; smearing the lube over every inch of Daddy's mammoth cock.
"Alright, Sweet. Spread that boy pussy open for me and lay back on my chest. Daddy's going to make his pretty, pregnant sweet boy feel so good. Are you ready?"
Once I assume the position asked of me, I reply. "Ready, Daddy. Please fuck me now."
Daddy ruffles my unruly bedhead as he lifts his hips and proceeds to slide inside me with minimal resistance. Once he bottoms out, he changes from ruffling my hair to massaging the back of my neck; knowing how well that calms me.
"Oh Daddyyyy. Feel so big! Love your cock, Daddy. Thank you for playing with my boy pussy tonight, Daddy. Needed you so bad. Love you so much. Ohh fuck. Mmmm so good."
"Ohhh you're very welcome, sweet boy. Daddy loves you too, handsome. Daddy loves this perfect little pussy, too. So tight. Ugh fuck Dee."
We continue to make love in the still darkness of the midnight hours; finally going back to bed as the sun came up around 7 am.