Harry pov
7 months later
"Fuck," I moaned and braced myself on my hands as zayn thrust into me from behind, the force and depth he
was going with almost enough to make my legs give out.
"Oh God, zee ..."
His hands were on my hips, smoothing down to my thighs
and squeezing them as he pushed deep inside me. He withdrew slowly, then rammed back inside me. I saw
stars.
"Oh God, please, zayn," I whimpered as his balls continued to slap against my weeping ass, his length caressing the deeper parts of me. I felt every ripple and every vein stroke my walls, the throb of his cock letting me know he was almost there.
His hand suddenly gripped my hair and wrapped it around his hand like a coil of rope. My head was forced up and my mouth automatically fell open as I struggled for my breath, feeling how he now begun gradually speeding up his thrusts. I was going to burst any second.
"Zayn!" I cried and wantonly arched myself even higher up so that his thrusts hit impossibly deeper. "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck ..."
"Come on, dolcezza . You know you want to."
I wanted to. I was so close. I could feel my walls tightening around his delicious cock, just as all of my
limbs begun shaking. I was coming.
"Zayn! " I screamed as I came apart and felt how he with a harsh
grunt rammed himself inside me, hitting my prostrate with bullet-like precision. I wailed loudly and shouted a string of gibberish as i locked down around him, spasmed. My arms shook and now also threatened to give out from under me. That couldn't happen.
Almost as if sensing it, zayn slowed his pace, just as my ōrgasm finally subdued. I was panting hard, but at least I could breathe.
Zayn chuckled silently above me. Uncurling my hair from his fist, he now instead trailed his hand down my spine to my mid-back, until it took a sideways dive and went around my waist to my stomach. The one that had been rounding out for nearly seven months.
"Did baby like that?" He hummed and leaned in over me, supporting himself on one hand while the other stayed on
my taut belly, rubbing it tentatively.
He pressed a kiss to my sweaty neck and then peppered some small ones
down my shoulder to my shoulder blade.
As if the baby could hear him, I felt a kick – one that zayn felt, too. He chuckled again and rubbed his hand
over my belly once more, soothing it.
"I think baby liked that."
Despite my previous statement, I was out of breath.
However, I used my well-developed moaning/mewling ability to tell him that I liked it, too. It was for me, after all, I was the one with the crazy, horny pregnancy hormones.
Today, zayn had barely been able to step over the threshold of our front door after coming home from his
brief trip to the supermarket to fetch me ice cream before I had jumped him and dragged him to our bedroom.
I never heard him complain, though.
"Babe," I finally breathed, wiggling a little underneath him. He was still hard inside me. "Cūm inside me. I want to milk you." Because soon someone else would be milking
me.
Zayn placed another sweet kiss on my neck. "Anything you want, mammi ."
I moaned as he then drew back again and returned to his position behind me. I felt him press one hand against my back, pressing my upper body further into the mattress, as far down as my round belly would allow me to go.
