I've been with my husband for two and a half years. We met when I was a teen and married shortly afterward. I was by no means some innocent, sheltered girl, but still, I was young, and a lot younger than him. I hadn't really thought much about having kids until I got pregnant.

Okay, so judge me, it's easier. But if I'm being honest, I sometimes wonder that had I found out sooner, I might not have kept it. Especially since I met Jax. But by the time I knew I was pregnant and had taken a minute to process it, state law was saying, “Sorry, ma’am, you’re gonna be a mama now.”

I'm 21 weeks pregnant now, and I'm excited about becoming a mom. I just started nursing school. Another first, along with the torrid affair I started 12 weeks ago with the most gorgeous and intoxicating man on the earth. Black hair, black eyes, broad shoulders, and full-sleeve tattoos. Tasteful, sexy.

The chemistry was instant, like the world stopped turning when our eyes met. Cliché, I know. Cue eye roll. But I swear that man looks at me and my ovaries contract, panties drop, and now? Bring on the leaking mammaries, too. It's like my entire system has rewired to release every sex-related hormone whenever he's within 100 feet of me.

My husband, whom I love, has made it clear that I am appalling to him now. The thought of his “thing” inside me near a growing fetus makes him sick, as does the sight of milk from my breasts. He literally gags. And all I want right now is sex!

Fucking figures.

If it weren't for Jax, I think I'd be massively depressed, feeling like a pariah, if pariahs had pregnancy cravings that had absolutely nothing to do with food.

Jax treats me like a goddess. I used to see him every Wednesday night, but now that I'm in school and I've resigned from my full-time job, I get to see him during the day and sometimes, if I'm “studying with friends,” at night.

Tonight is one of those nights.

I finish class and head to his bar. The boardwalk is pretty empty, with a few tourists and locals. I walk in and see Jax playing pool. He immediately puts the pool stick down on the table, pats his partner on the shoulder, and walks right toward me.

He scoops me up, making me squeal, and I wrap my legs around him. I look around quickly, forgetting myself. I've gotten too comfortable here, but this is a popular bar, and I'm bound to run into someone I know here. I need to be more careful. He leans in close to my ear, his stubble sending goosebumps through me. I breathe in his cologne, Tom Ford Noir, which smells like exotic spices, and it’s fucking sexy.

“Have you been doing what I told you?” he whispers, his lips brushing against my skin. His thick Southern accent wraps around me like a warm blanket.

“Yes, babe.” I roll my eyes. He’s talking about Kegels. Fucking men. He’s worried about keeping my pussy tight, and I’m about to push a bowling ball out of a hole the size of a lemon.

He pulls back, studying my face with that crooked grin.

“I know what you’re thinkin’, darlin’, and it ain’t about your pussy.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Hmm, yeah?”

“Really. It builds muscle to support the baby's weight you’re carrying, and it's supposed to make recovery after birth easier.”

I blink at him. “Well, look at you.”

He chuckles. “I’ve been doin’ my homework, baby.”

His stock just went up. I smile at him. He takes my hand. “Want anything to eat?”

I roll my eyes and look at my protruding stomach. He chuckles and runs his palm over it. “Bambi, send up a cheeseburger with everything and French fries.”

“With a side of ranch. I know.” She catches my eye and winks at me, and I smile back. Bambi and I haven't been together again since that first night. Jax decided he didn't want to share me while I'm pregnant. But damn, I stand here and stare at her, remembering running my tongue through that crimson bush, and I'm drenched.

Fuck.

Jax says he’s refraining from being with others, too, for my health. His idea, not mine, but I'm grateful if it's true.

We go up to his apartment above the bar, which is spotless. He’s cleaned. I mean, it's always clean, but it normally looks like a bachelor pad, a little chaotic, but his beds are made, dishes are put up, no clothes scattered about, no food containers to be seen, and not a single beer bottle.

I stand there staring, and he scoffs, “Okay, El, don't read into it. I cleaned. So what.”

I look back at him, smiling, “Aw, you're reading? And cleaning? You're growing up so fast!”

He scoops me up, cradling me, and carries me to the couch. He sets me down, and I stand between his legs as he sits. He grabs my waist and pulls me to him at the edge of the seat. He lifts my shirt, running his hands over my growing belly, and then rests his forehead on it. I run my fingers through his hair.

“You're so beautiful, El. I'm so grateful you’re sharing this with me. It’s like you're the embodiment of femininity itself, and I'm mesmerized by it.” He tugs at the waistband of my fitted, long skirt, and he rolls it down slowly, and I step out of it. I have on cheeky panties, not awful, but not super sexy. Comfort rules the wardrobe now. He looks up at me as his fingers trace the seams down the sides and against my inner thigh. It catches my breath.

I lift my t-shirt off and let it fall. He reaches around and unclasps my bra, and my heavy breasts fall free. Nipples erect, both glistening with what's waiting right beneath. He pulls my panties off and buries his face between my legs. He takes a deep breath against my skin, breathing me in. He has admitted to loving my scent, even more so when I'm not fresh out of the shower. Natural and intoxicating, he says.

He leans back, looking me over like he could eat me alive. My entire body reacts, and heat rushes between my thighs. He slowly starts unbuttoning his black button-down shirt, pulling it free of his pants and letting it fall open. He’s fit, his muscles defined, and I stand there admiring him.

He unbuckles his belt and pulls it out, in slow motion, then unbuttons and unzips his black pants. He stands, his lips brush against mine. He kicks off his shoes, takes off his shirt, and lets his pants and boxers fall, allowing his erection to spring free. He kisses me on the lips, softly, before sitting back down.

He reaches up, cups my breasts softly, his eyes on me. He squeezes them slightly, and a small amount of milk leaks out. He leans in, looking up at me, sending shivers through me, and rolls his tongue slowly over the pale yellow fluid. “Mmmmm baby, you taste so sweet.”

He brings his mouth and tongue around one nipple and then the other. It feels amazing. I moan loudly, and I'm already wanting him to move lower.

He leans back, his lips wet with breast milk, fuck, I can feel my tender bud swelling and throbbing. He runs his thumb down the center of my growing abdomen, along my linea nigra. Then, looking back up at me, runs his tongue along it. Then flashing that wicked grin and charcoal eyes, he dips lower.

Fine-a-fucking-ly.

“Ahhhhh God,” I rasp as his tongue slides through my pubic hair and finds my clit. I widen my stance, and with my hands tight in his hair, I pull him closer. After several breathtaking minutes, he encourages me to lie down. Patiently, he pushes my knees up high. My belly looks huge from this angle, and it causes pressure on my lungs, making me a little short of breath, but it's Jax who steals what's left of it.

Jax knows exactly where to touch me, when, and how to make me squirm. He has two fingers pushing into my core as I grind into him. His thumb and tongue high on my bud, I’m ready to explode; everything tightens and loosens all at once until, without warning, he stops and sits up.

I rise on my elbows with some difficulty. “What the fuck, babe?”

“Feelin’ good, El,” he says, like he doesn’t know he just stopped my orgasm.

I raise my eyebrows. “Ahhh yeah, babe. It was.”

His lip raises at one corner, and he winks at me. He reaches behind him and produces what appears to be a collar and a thin metal chain. He holds it high and lets the chain fall, and looks from it to me.

I narrow my eyes, staring at him. He unclasps the collar. Red. Leather. And opens it wide in front of me. He licks his lips and doesn’t say a word. We agreed to this a while ago, but I didn’t know he was going to do this now.  I hesitate.

“You can look at me with those innocent doe eyes all you want, darlin’, but I know what that wanting little mouth needs.”

I swallow hard, I sit all the way up, and lean forward. He positions the collar around my neck. “Now there’s my good girl,” he whispers as he leans over my shoulder to fasten it. He grabs the chain about six inches from my neck and leads me down onto the floor in front of him. His legs wide, I start to lean down, bringing my mouth closer to the head of his cock, but he tugs the chain back up. He shakes his head and gives a suggestive nod to my chest.

I lift my breasts and position them on either side of his manhood. He leans back, pleased, and watches. I rise on my knees and squeeze them lightly; it’s not good to stimulate milk production this early. But a small amount of warm milk comes out, and I run my fingers over it and down his shaft, covering him and making it easier to slide them up and down. With the chain in one hand and his hand in my hair, he brings my mouth back to his cock, covered in my fluids.

It’s sweet, my milk, like he said, but a little salty too. I suppose the saltiness could also be due to the large amount of precum on the tip mixing with it. His hand on the back of my head, guiding me lower, I love that I can take him deeply; it pulls a guttural sound out of him that makes my toes curl.

His head falls back against the couch, eyes closed, my spit running down between his thighs in streams. “Jesus, baby,” he growls, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

He grabs the chain and tugs it up. I rise to my knees. “Come on, baby, I need you on the bed.”

I go to stand, and he pulls the chain downward, and I stop and lower myself back down. “Tsk tsk tsk, El, we talked about this.”

Good lord, he wants me on my hands and knees. I’m irritated until I look at him; that look in his eye sets me on fire, and I obey. My palms hit the floor.

He walks ahead, the chain slack between us. He turns and starts walking backward down the hall, watching me. I’d feel awkward if it weren’t for that look in his eyes, like he could devour me whole. Fuck, those eyes are my downfall, and that crooked grin is probably how I ended up here in the first place.

He lies spread on the bed, one hand above his head, gripping the headboard, muscles popping, the other pulling me onto the bed by the chain.

His erect cock is resting against his abdomen. I crawl toward him onto the bed on my hands and knees, completely bare. I drag my teeth over my bottom lip. Heat rushes between my legs as I see his cock twitch, move, and stiffen further as I come closer. He tugs me closer. I’m hovering over his legs on all fours, my breasts and pregnant belly hanging heavily.

Laying the chain down, he reaches over and pulls the thick white lube and a new anal plug from the nightstand. It’s stainless steel, and it’s much wider than the others; he’s been increasing the width each time. It makes my stomach flip. Additionally, this one has a long, soft, white tail on the end, which is cute. He sits up and pours the lube at the base of my spine, and it slides down between my legs and drips down my thigh onto the sheets.

He tugs the chain to get me to turn. I comply, spinning halfway so he can easily reach my ass and insert the plug, but I can still see his face. He runs his fingers through the lube, inserting a finger into my already wet core and then circling my rim before pushing in slowly. It’s been a while, so I need him to be gentle. I widen my knees. “Slowly, baby,” I whisper as he brings the plug around to my backside.

He takes the plug and teases it around and around, then down my wet slit and slides it in my pussy. Its width is noticeable even here, and it makes me a little nervous about what’s next. He brings it back to my tightly contracted hole and starts pushing the tip in. As soon as it reaches the widening point, the stretching makes me lose my breath.

“Relax, I’m gonna go real slow, mama.” He bites his lip, watching as my skin adjusts slowly around it. I relax watching him, he looks so turned on, and I reach for his cock and start stroking it, he lets out a moan.  Fuck, I love that look on his face, and it makes me relax into it even more.

After a few moments, the rest of the plug slides in, and my skin contracts tightly around it. “Fuck baby, that was fucking hot.” He tugs on the tail a little, and it makes me moan. “Mmmm, girl, you like that?”

I nod, trying to catch my breath. He grabs the chain and turns me back facing him and pulls me in for a kiss, a hot, passionate kiss that makes the nectar drip onto my inner thigh. I reach down to relieve my aching clit. He grabs my hips and guides me down onto him slowly. I don’t think I’ve ever reached an orgasm so quickly, as soon as he was fully in, and he started a steady rhythm. The pressure of having both holes filled, along with my own pressure on my bud, makes my entire body shake.  Wave after wave of intense contractions hit one after another and didn’t stop. I screamed out, “Fuuuuuuck!”

I beg Jax to slow down and let me catch my breath, but he just grins and arches his hips up into me, further setting off another orgasm, making me squeal. I’ve never had back-to-back orgasms like that, and my heart is racing. Jax kisses my forehead, “I’m so close, baby.” He encourages me to grab his shaft, and I lower my body down over his legs.

The soft tail attached to the plug is visible when I arch my back and dip my head low, my head between his legs. My tongue starts low, rimming him, my fingertip gently touching his entrance, drawing moans. I rise and bring my mouth to his heavy sacs, taking one and then the other in my warm, wet mouth.

My tongue slowly traces up his long shaft, saliva dripping down between his thighs as I circle the tip. I keep my eyes on him as I wrap my lips around the head and slowly sink, all the way down, the head of his thick cock pushed against the back of my throat. He holds the chain taut and keeps one hand on the back of my head, guiding me.

After a few minutes, Jax moves behind me. “Are you ready, El?” I look over my shoulder and nod. He smiles and slowly pulls the plug out. He pours more lube and pushes against my backside, breaking through quickly but sliding in slowly. The plug helped relax me, and he slides all the way in. His hand on my shoulder encourages me to lie my head on the pillow. Then he runs his hands over my protruding stomach and grabs my hips and increases his intensity.

“Fuck baby girl, you feel amazing, you’re so fucking tight,” he rasps.

His breathing quickens, sharp inhales, and an “mmmm” with each exhale. I, too, am making uncontrollable gasps and noises with each thrust, then suddenly he shudders hard, loses control, and empties deep inside me. He almost immediately rolls us both on our sides while he’s still inside me. His breathing is hard and irregular against the back of my neck.

After a few minutes, he starts rubbing my belly. “So, I’m thinking I like the name Jackson. It works for a girl or a boy.” He squeezes me tight.

I drive my elbow into him, hard, and he laughs.

I drift off to sleep, completely unaware that this innocent little nap is about to set my world on fire.