Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

Until finally, Letta could feel when slowly Marco began to push his core onto Letta’s core, making Letta grip Marco’s shoulders tightly.

“Are you okay?” Marco asked, making Letta just nod slowly while closing her eyes, enjoying the feeling of Marco’s core gradually becoming a part of hers. Letta tried to normalize her breath first, making Marco wait. Whether his wife had calmed down or not, Marco stroked Letta’s face gently, making Letta return the tender gaze of her husband’s sharp eyes that always looked at her gently.

Letta, now in Marco’s lap, began to try to move her body slowly, as did Marco, who tried to help his wife. Marco could feel how his core, gripped tightly by Letta, made Marco also groan with restraint, while Letta began to have difficulty normalizing her breath.

“If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me. We can move somewhere else,” Marco said, making Letta just nod her head.

“For now, I’m still comfortable,” Letta replied, as water could be seen flowing out of the bathtub with the sound of their movements inside. Marco then chose to stroke Letta’s back, slipping his fingers into the nape of Letta’s neck. After that, they kissed again, trying to distract Letta, who was now moving above him. Letta then embraced Marco, allowing him to feel every inch of his skin directly touching Letta’s skin gently.

Until finally, Letta accidentally bit Marco’s lower lip, causing Letta to open her eyes.

“Does it hurt? I’m sorry, it was unintentional. It’s a reflex when there’s something suffocating down there,” Letta said, making Marco just smile.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“No need to say that. You’re free to bite me or torture me or whatever. Right now, I understand how you feel. So, never hold back,” Marco said, making Letta fall silent, before finally smiling.

Until finally, when Letta had been on top of Marco for a while, Marco suddenly lifted Letta out of the bathtub.

“Be careful, it’s slippery. Am I too heavy?” Letta asked, making Marco just smile. When his wife hugged him like a little child afraid of falling.

“Not only your belly has grown, but your body still feels light,” Marco said, then he carried Letta out of the bathroom after trying to grab a towel to dry their bodies. Slowly, Marco began to lay Letta down on the bed.

“We’re not done cleaning ourselves,” Letta said, making Marco shake his head.

“No need. Too clean, we already swam earlier. Don’t stay in the bathroom too long. I’m afraid our baby will catch a cold,” Marco said with a smile, until finally, Marco released the towel he had previously worn, making Letta widen her eyes as she saw how clearly Marco’s member was in front of her. Letta could only turn her face away, blushing, and it looked very cute in front of Marco.

“Why are you turning your face away? Don’t you like seeing this?” Marco said, making Letta shake her head.

“No, it’s just that I’m not used to it yet,” Letta replied. Finally, Marco crawled up onto his wife’s body, kissing her round belly slowly. After that, he moved up and now began to kiss both of Letta’s sensitive sides, making Letta arch her back again, feeling a small tingle spread through her body.

“From now on, you have to get used to it, because we might do it more often,” Marco said, making Letta nod again. When Marco didn’t give Letta any chance to let out a possibly trembling voice, when something tickling her stomach began to feel suffocating.

Letta could only press on Marco’s nape to deepen his suction. When both of her sensitive sides felt harder, so did Marco, who felt that the change in his wife was not only in her body shape, but in every sensitive side of Letta that had doubled, as it was now in the palm of his hand, looking round and taut as he imagined, and that made Marco truly thirsty for everything that was in his wife. Until finally, Marco released his teasing and straightened his body, allowing Letta to see how erect Marco’s core was.

“I’ll try again, if it’s uncomfortable, tell me,” Marco said, making Letta nod. When Marco spread his legs wide open, then slowly began to attach his core to Letta’s core, making Letta truly feel as if her body was burning right then and there. There was a very pleasant shiver that Letta felt, especially when Marco started to push her slowly.

There was a slight discomfort, but after his had entered perfectly, Letta felt as if she didn’t want to pull away. Marco began to try to move her slowly and gently while looking at Letta’s curves, who chose to close her eyes, enjoying every movement that Marco gave. Marco didn’t want to be carried away by his fiery desire. He wanted to treat Letta gently and unhurriedly. Like this, Marco wanted Letta to enjoy anything he did.

“Letta,” Marco said, making Letta open her eyes again, looking at her husband who was now moving on top of her, making Marco finally bow down, leaning on both his arms, kissing the nape of Letta’s neck. Letta could only grip Marco’s hair tightly, maybe even leaving some scratches on his back.

Letta seemed to not care about what she left on her husband’s body, as she began to fill her core again, feeling very tight yet pleasurable at the same time. Letta could feel the warm breath from Marco on her neck, then she could feel how his tongue was now playing in that sensitive area, making Letta unable to hold back anymore. Letta tried to control her breath, while continuously calling out Marco’s name who was now playing with her. Until finally, when Letta was about to achieve something, suddenly Marco pulled his core, leaving her feeling disappointed. For some reason, Letta felt it immediately.

“I don’t want you to feel the release too quickly without me. We will play slowly and try to relax,” Marco said, making Letta pout.

“For some reason, I feel annoyed when you pull away,” Letta said, making Marco chuckle.

“That’s just how I play. That way, we can feel the sensation that really makes us want more and more. Trust me,” Marco said, leaving Letta with no other choice. After all, all these games seemed to be in Marco’s hands, Letta thought as she tried to reach for Marco’s hand. When Marco helped her sit back against the headboard of the bed, and her back was supported by several pillows, Letta felt comfortable. Currently, Letta was sitting, gazing at Marco, seemingly examining every inch of his body.

“Don’t stare at me like that, it makes me uncomfortable,” Letta said, making Marco smile.

“Am I not allowed to admire my own wife’s body?” Marco said, making Letta just bow her head while covering her core, before Marco pulled her hand.

“Why cover it? I already know every inch of my wife’s body, so try to get used to it,” Marco said, leaving Letta silent. As Marco started to pull her wrist, intertwining their fingers, and kissing her hand gently.

“Is that so? Have I been like this in front of you often?” Letta asked, making Marco pause before nodding. Letta had indeed often appeared like this in front of Marco, but it was because of his insistence.

“Is that so? Yes, even though it’s often, for me, it’s still unusual,” Letta said, making Marco finally try to smile again.

“In that case, it seems we should do it more often, so you get used to it,” Marco said, winking, making Letta smile broadly as she was tempted by her husband.