I pushed him back onto the bed and he looked disappointed. It was then that I started kissing him. First the neck, then on down...the chest, then the stomach, and suddenly I stopped. I noticed a bulge in his pants.
I slid off his jeans and underwear, and there I was looking at a 9 1/2 inch cock. Beautiful.
I then slid off my underwear as well, and Grant went down and started licking my pussy. I sighed with delight, and I pulled his shoulders up. It was my turn.
I went down and licked his cock. I shoved it in my mouth and sucked and rubbed. He groaned. Between sucks, I giggled. "You like it?"
"Mmmm...I'm going to let off a load...OK?"
I laughed with delight and positioned his cock in my mouth. Squirt. My mouth was filled with warm sticky cum.
We then started kissing, and he started trying to push his cock into my pussy. I dodged him the first couple of times, but then thought better of it.
"Fuck me hard, baby!"
Grant shoved...and drew back...and shoved...and drew back. Faster and faster and faster.
"Oooohh!" I gasped, throwing my head back.
He moved on to the back of me, and started fucking me from behind.
I groaned and gasped as his cock went farther inside of me.
It felt so good, but finally, we had to stop, and we just laid on the bed, cuddling.
The next week, I woke up feeling very sick. I went into the bathroom and vomited.
The same thing happened the next day.
I walked into the kitchen and told Grant, "I think...I'm pregnant."
Well, I was.