Free Not Just A One Night Stand by Jennifer Willows Page B

above all to be capable of siring progeny at will.
    Guess they equate that with masculinity.
    “How did you know? About the baby I mean?”
    “Baby. Hmm… I like that.” He chuckled. “It was elementary my dear. First, you stole my pizza, and you hate pineapples. You have always been a firecracker in bed, but the last few weeks? Your sexual hungers well surpassed mine. Then last night your breasts were extraordinarily sensitive. You’ve never come like that before and that cemented what I already thought. But I have a question too.”
    “Yes?” She cocked her head to the right and looked at him in confusion.
    Taylor easily saw that whatever he was about to ask still bothered him, despite the fact that they had cleared the air. “Why did you wait so long to tell me?”
    She could only admit in that second that she felt abashed as she ducked her head down. “I just realized it today and that was when I got the tests.” Her cheeks bloomed hotly and she couldn’t even look back up.
    “So you mean to say that I knew before you did? That’s rich.” He laughed so hard Taylor wanted to box his ears.
    He leaned back and unzipped his pants. The fat head of his cock emerged, ready to go. This occasion was too rushed for Taylor to fully undress, but the moment he exposed his flesh to her, she was on board. Despite the fact that she had been sick just moments before, she still wanted him.
    Her pants were quickly tossed aside and Chandler seated her on his lap as she rocked against his erection. She was wet enough that he was able to glide in nearly to the root with the first thrust and the second only ensured he made full entry. But she wasn’t at full arousal and that only made the friction even more delicious, made every sensation more tactile. More rough and that was just the way she needed it.
    She gyrated her dripping cunt into him over and over again wantonly. This was the second time they had made love without protection and the feel of his naked skin was all the aphrodisiac needed to send her into orbit.
    He groaned when she rippled around him with the left over shudders of orgasm and she knew he wasn’t far behind her. But this time when he came, she was ill-prepared for the reaction it would spur within her needy cunt. She felt the first rope splatter her cervix and by the second, he had bathed her womb with wicked baptismal that eked sluggishly from her over-soaked sex flesh.
    Chandler had noticed a major change in Taylor the last few weeks. She could flip in the blink of an eye. One minute she was joyful and the next, she would bite his head off. At first, he was worried that she didn’t want him anymore. That she was bored with him.
    Then he started noticing other things. Her appetite had changed and he watched her eat things she never had requested before. Like Hawaiian pizza. He loved the pineapples and ham combo, but when they ordered together, she only wanted mushrooms and onions on her half.
    But one weekend, she ate his part of the pizza and left him halfway hungry. There was no way he wanted to eat mushrooms or onions and had to settle for a huge bowl of cereal instead after she fell asleep.
    Then he noticed how quick she was to get fully aroused. Not that it was a problem, but she was much quicker on the trigger than she was before. And she was so much more sensitive to sensations. He could make her come with very little work.
    It was then he realized that they had made love every night for nearly two months straight without interruption. All women had some form of a cycle, but hers hadn’t interrupted their sex life.
    He waited and waited for her to say something, and the longer she withheld the information, the more concerned he became.
    What if she didn’t want his baby?
    Chandler took matters into his own hands. He requested a jeweler come to his office and he chose a ring that would befit the mother of his children. As he perused the diamonds on display, he hoped that she was willing to take