“Yes.” She pushes back, trying to force it inside. “Y—yes!” she cries when I ease it away.

“Ask nicely.”

“Please,” she begs. “Please put it in.”

I insert just the tip, nudging it in and out like I did with my finger. “Should I keep going?”

“Lyle,” she snaps. “Please…fuck…just put. it. in.”

I slip two fingers into her pussy at the exact moment I push the plug all the way inside, hoping to distract her in case there’s any discomfort. But judging by the way she bucks and writhes, I think it’s safe to say my girl’s not feeling any pain.

“Ride my dick, baby.”

I withdraw my fingers as she eases back on her haunches, making slow work of feeding her my cock. Once I’m about halfway in, she impales herself, taking it to the hilt.

Sweet heat engulfs me, the fit tighter than usual. Her pussy contracts, squeezing me in a vice grip.

She rides me hard and fast while I thrust beneath her, matching her pace.

Water sloshes over the sides of the tub, splashing to the floor. Her cries and my grunts meld with the sound of our wet bodies slapping together.

“I’m close,” I warn, trying like hell to hold out for her.

I grab the sprayer from behind my head and turn it on, bringing it around and aiming it at her clit. She seemed to like that a whole lot earlier today.

Sammi accepts my offering, grinding against the handheld sprayer. She’s thrashing and screaming her pleasure while fucking me with wild abandon.

Pressure builds at the base of my cock as the first waves of orgasm rip through her, milking my release.

Taking hold of her hips, I assume control, guiding her movements as I slam into her, filling her with my release while simultaneously igniting hers.

She comes hard and fast, whimpering and shaking, then collapses back on my chest, utterly exhausted.

I hold her in my arms, reminiscing about the day while she dozes in and out of sleep. It’s surreal, finally knowing. A son… This incredible woman is giving me a son. A little boy who I imagine in her likeness—white blond curls and crystal blue eyes. I hope he has her dimples and my love for music. I can’t wait to look out in the crowd and see him rocking out at our shows. To teach him to ride a bike and bait a hook.

“Lyle?” Sammi lifts her head from my chest, eyes heavy with sleep.

“Yes, love?”

“Can we remove this thing now and go to bed?”

I laugh into her hair, walking my fingers down her back to the little knob. “Gonna need you to push it out while I pull.”

Her eyes bug out. “Say what?”

“Push,” I say again.

“Like a poop?” Her cheeks flame with embarrassment.

“Mmhmm. Exactly like that.”

She groans.

I bite back a laugh. “Something wrong?”