Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 287 – Weeks to Wait

“Liar,” I murmur, glancing at him over my shoulder as he positions himself against my center, running his head up and down my s*x, teasing me. “You haven’t been starving. You’ve been f*cking me in my dreams. Wasn’t that enough to keep the hunger at bay?”

He chuckles lowly, bringing his cock back to my center and slowly beginning to press into me.” You tell me,” he says, gasping as he goes. “When I f*ck you in your dreams, does it feel anything like this?

And suddenly I’m gasping too as he starts to fill me, my vision flooded with stars as I press my eyes shut and moan into the fabric of my pillow. Every inch of him stretches me, feeling like an unending fullness as I feel the swell of his head making room for the rest of him on its path deeper inside me. The sensation rips through me like a storm, the pleasure of it and my hips buck against him, urging him on, needing more

Sinclair gives a rough shudder as he finishes seating his length deep inside me. Then, he rocks his hips back, making me groan anew to feel him pull out an inch, and then slam again home. Sinclair wraps himself closer around me, one hand finding my breast as he repeats the action again and again, a rough, feral pounding over which neither of us have control. The sensation builds in me as his other hand slips over my hip, pressing against my swollen and greedy clit, and I cry out as he presses me there, increasing his pace as he does.

“I’m sorry,” he grits through his teeth, completely undone by the intensity of this after months of wanting, and abstaining, and holding back. “F*ck, Ella, I’m sorry – I can’t last – you’re so f*cking

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And then he gives a final spasm and a cry and I feel him spill loose in me, the sensation warm and thick and rich, and the thought of it – of him bursting thick spurts of hot cum inside of me – makes me spill over, my orgasm making me rock my hips back hard against him, forcing him deeper against that favorite place inside of me that makes me shake and shiver.

We lay there for awhile, spent, my back pressed against his chest, panting quietly. “Ella,” he whispers after a moment, my name barely audible on his breath. “Are you…are you all right?”

I nod my head, my eyes closed, letting my body feel the afterthought of the shivers that still run through me from head to toe.

“No,” he says, shaking my shoulder a bit. “I mean…the baby.”

at the idea and I look down at

But…

change, Dominic,” I whisper, turning to give him a little pout. “He’s

growls, turning my face further to him and giving me a feral grin.

of all this to somehow shake this baby loose? “I don’t know, Sinclair,” I

the idea. “Fine by me,” he murmurs, beginning to kiss his way down my body. “Just gives me more time to enjoy these s*xy curves, while

my body. I suppose he’s right though – even if we do have weeks to wait, at least we can give the term “bed rest” a better

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pressed close to one another. It’s not all s*x – though, of course, some of it is. But a great deal of our time is spent just holding each other close, letting our bodies fall into their old rhythms together, our breath and heartrates aligning in a way they haven’t been able to

off into my dream space feeling totally comfortable, not needing to invite Sinclair in tonight because I know he’ll be there waiting for me when I wake up. It’s not that I don’t want him there tonight it’s just…a peaceful beat, where he dreams his dreams and I have mine to myself, separate but together. My body at

ache grow deeper. I gasp a little as a sharp pain runs through me, starting in my middle and then radiating through my body. I frown down at my belly, running my hands over it, wondering what’s up.

like I’m very gassy,

fades, though, and I drift off to sleep for a little

ache begins again, this time deep and echoing through my muscles. I give a little gasping cry as the pain continues through my back and travels down the inside of my

sitting up and putting a hand on

him a look over my shoulder, rubbing my stomach. “I just think

“I

“What?” he presses, worried.

smiling at him. “Maybe that our afternoon wasn’t such a waste after all.” I

breathes, staring down at my abdomen, fascinated. Then he looks

the ache and the pressure in my lower stomach fading a little. “No,” I say. “I didn’t think to.” Then, I close my eyes and reach for the baby. I can