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Buck pushes open the front door, the quiet of the house wrapping around her like a long-awaited embrace. She kicks the shoes and socks away and sighs at the cool wood beneath her feet.
It has been a whole damn week since she'd had Eddie all to herself —no distractions, no kiddo bursting in just when Buck got a handful of that plump ass. Her cock twitches in her jeans just thinking about it, already half-hard from the anticipation that’s been building during the short drive home.
She hears the faint clink of tin from the suite bathroom and follows the sound, her bare feet quiet on the hardwood.
There’s Eddie, standing at the counter, the morning light filtering through the frosted window and casting a soft glow on her skin. She’s in nothing but an oversized tank top that barely covered her eighteen week baby bump, and a pair of Buck's old boxers that hung loose on her hips.
Eddie pops a vitamin pill into her mouth, chasing it with a sip from her water glass, oblivious for the moment to the predator slinking up behind her.
Buck doesn't waste time with words. She closes the distance in two strides, her body pressing flush against Eddie's back. The heat of her wife's body seeps through the thin fabric, and Buck's hands grips Eddie's hips, pulling her closer, revelling in her gasp.
Eddie startles at first, water glass nearly slipping from her fingers, but then a laugh bubbles out of her, rich and surprised. “Buck! Dios, warn a girl—”
Buck ruts forward, biting Eddie’s earlobe, hips snapping in shallow thrusts, the friction sending sparks up her spine. Her cock, straining now, grinds against the curve of Eddie's ass through their clothes —desperate and unapologetic.
Eddie’s words cut off into a moan and then a giggle, her body shaking with it, which only makes Buck's grinding more insistent, her breath hot against Eddie's neck.
The laughter grates, playful but distracting from the raw need clawing at Buck's gut. Without thinking, her hand comes down sharp on Eddie's ass, the slap echoing off the tiled walls —the boxers offer no real protection and Eddie's laugh dies instantly, replaced by a deep, throaty moan that vibrates through both of them. Her body arches back into Buck's, ass pushing against the hard length tenting her jeans.
“That's better,” Buck murmurs, her voice low and smug, a smirk curling her lips as she meets Eddie's eyes in the mirror. Her hands come around to palm Eddie’s tits through the thin fabric, feeling the heavier, more sensitive weight of them. “You think this is funny? Teasing me all week, walking around like that? I've been dying to fuck you, Eddie. To bury my cock so deep in your cunt you forget everything but me.”
Eddie's breath hitches, her cheeks flushing as she finally sets the glass down with trembling hands. She doesn't pull away —if anything, she leans into the touch, her baby bump brushing the edge of the counter.
“Buck…”
It is half plea, half invitation, her voice husky.
Buck doesn't need more. Her fingers hook into the waistband of the boxers, yanking them down Eddie's thighs in one swift motion. They pool at her ankles, exposing the soft, swollen lips of her cunt, already glistening with arousal.
Buck's own jeans are undone in seconds, shoved down just enough to free her cock —thick and veined, the head leaking pre-cum as it bobs against Eddie's bare skin.
She guides it between Eddie's legs, not entering yet, just sliding the length along her slick folds, teasing her clit with each pass.
“Buck,” Eddie whines, reaching behind to grab Buck's hip. “Please, Buck. Fuck me. I need it.”
With a growl, Buck finally lines up and thrusts in, her cock sinking into Eddie's wet heat in one smooth, deep stroke.
Eddie cries out, her hands bracing against the bathroom counter as her body pitches forward with the force of it. Buck immediately wraps an arm around her waist —steadying her with a palm flattened protectively over the curve of Eddie’s bump to shield her from the hard edge of the counter.
But she doesn’t slow down or give Eddie time to recover, her hips driving forward in a relentless rhythm, the sharp slap of skin echoing against the tiled walls as she holds Eddie firmly in place.
God, she is tight —swollen and sensitive from the pregnancy, gripping Buck like a vice, pulling her deeper.
“Look at you,” she pants, grabbing Eddie’s jaw to tilt her head up, to see their reflection. Eddie's breasts bounce with each thrust, nipples pebbled and begging for attention. “Made for my cock, aren't you? This cunt was built to take me, to milk every drop.”
Eddie whimpers, pushing back to meet her thrusts, her ass grinding against Buck's hips. “Yes— fuck, yes. I'm yours, Buck.”
Buck leans in, lips brushing Eddie's ear, her free hand tangling in her hair to tug her head back gently. “That's right. You're my perfect little cum dump. Gonna breed you again and again. Look at this belly —full of my baby. You love it, don't you? Always wanna be knocked up with my child, carrying what I put in you.”
Eddie's moan is broken, her body trembling as pleasure coiled tight. “God, yes! I want it— want you to keep me pregnant, Buck. Yes, yes, yes—”
Tears pricked her eyes, not from pain but from the overwhelming mix of sensation and emotion —the way Buck dominated her body but cherished her soul.
Buck's pace quickened, her breasts pressing against Eddie's back, nipples hard through her shirt.
It doesn’t take much these days to bring Eddie over that pleasure cliff, what with her body being super sensitive in the second trimester. So, it doesn't take long.
Eddie's walls flutter, then clamp down hard —her orgasm ripping through her with a keening cry. Buck follows seconds later, burying deep and spilling hot ropes of cum into her, hips jerking as she fills Eddie to the brim.
Buck breathes against Eddie’s temple, watching her in the mirror. She locks her legs and takes most of Eddie’s waist when her knees wobble.
Just a minute.
Just a minute and then Buck will help Eddie shower. And then dress her in the comfiest clothes. And then she’ll bring her breakfast in bed, maybe feed Eddie herself, give her a nice massage and maybe eat her out and put her down for a nap before getting to the chores.
But for now, Buck just wants to feel Eddie’s cunt pulse around her softening cock.
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