Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 84 – Everything Has Changed

I move my hips to match Victor, meeting him stroke for stroke. His breath comes fast, his back curled so that he can raise his hips higher, get further inside of me. I’m gasping now, gasping for air, gasping for release. I want more of him as he pounds into me, the rhythm of him carrying my passion forward.

Each one of his movements inside of me brings me closer to my breaking point.

I don’t let myself think about it – think about what we’re doing – what it could mean –

Instead, my legs spread wider, letting him pulsing deeper into the center of me, driving away those thoughts. My nails digging into the flesh of his back, urging him faster, harder.

I only care about the growing, trembling feeling between my legs. My whole body is suffused with it, with the need to have him, to be closer to him. Unthinking, I tear my shirt and bra off over my head, wanting him all over my flesh.

Victor grasps me back to him, unwilling to let me go for a second. He brings his lips to my chest and I wrap my hands in his hair, continuing the fervent movement of my hips as he slips my breast into his mouth, his tongue moving over my n****e.

The sensation throws me over the edge and I gasp, my body shuddering as I near it – almost –

to mine, growling – I can feel him grow harder inside of me at the sight of my pleasure. His face turns ferocious, the man almost completely erased by the animal. Quickly, before I know what’s happening, he’s moved from beneath

rise up so that my back is pressed against his chest, and Victor takes a moment to savor the shape of me, running his hands across my stomach, up to capture my full breasts. I

me forward so that my hands are on the ground again. I press my hips backwards, feeling his powerful

of me again. I slap a hand over my mouth to muffle the shout that I can’t stop. He angles his c**k upwards, stroking that spot inside

me closer as

condensed to the powerful pounding of his hips against my ass. I close my eyes as he holds me close against him, f*****g me hard against

the feeling floods my body, my limbs, curling my toes. As my body tightens with this pleasure,

the weight of him on top of me as he begins to collapse, his fervor spent. He falls to his side, groaning, taking me with him, his arms still wrapped around me. We lay there, on the kitchen floor, panting,

our mingled breath is the only thing in the

the stark cold of the kitchen floor, which I didn’t mind a few moments before. I realize that my skirt