"Show me who this pussy belongs to.”

I didn’t let up.

I kept fucking her in deep, steady strokes, one hand braced on the bed beside her head while the other stayed locked on her belly. Every thrust made her heavy stomach shift and bounce between us. Mia was moaning constantly now, her hands gripping my arms as she took every inch.

“That’s it,” I growled, watching her face. “Cum on my cock again. Show me who this pussy belongs to.”

Mia’s eyes fluttered. Her legs tightened around my waist as much as they could and her pussy started fluttering around me.

“Fuck— Ryan— I’m gonna—”

She came hard, crying out as her whole body locked up. Her pussy clamped down around my cock in rhythmic pulses while her belly tightened visibly under my hand. I fucked her straight through it, not slowing down until she was shaking and gasping beneath me.

Only then did I ease up, staying buried deep inside her.

We were both breathing hard. Sweat and water from the shower still clung to our skin. Mia’s belly rose and fell rapidly between us, flushed and perfect.

I stayed right where I was — cock still thick and hard inside her — and looked down at her.

“When your husband gets home,” I asked, voice low, “how are you going to explain this?”

Mia blinked up at me, still dazed from her orgasm. I didn’t move. I just kept myself buried inside her, letting her feel how deep I still was.

“Are you even going to let him touch you anymore?” I continued. “Or are you going to tell him you’re not interested in boring anymore?”

Mia let out a shaky breath. One of her hands slid down to rest on the side of her belly, right next to mine.

She didn’t look away.

“I don’t want boring,” she said, voice hoarse but clear. “I’m done with gentle. I’m done with him treating me like I’m fragile just because I’m pregnant.”

Her pussy clenched around my cock as she spoke, like her body was agreeing with her words.

“I want this,” she continued, eyes locked on mine. “I want to be fucked like I’m still a woman. Like I’m still sexy. Like someone actually wants to claim me instead of tiptoeing around me.”

She swallowed, then added quieter but firmly:

“If he can’t give me that when he gets home… then no. I don’t think I’m going to let him touch me. Not like before.”

Her hand pressed more firmly against her belly, right over where mine was.

“I want this,” she said again. “I want to feel owned. I want to feel like someone’s actually using this body the way it’s meant to be used while I’m like this.”

She looked up at me, cheeks flushed but expression steady.

“So if you’re asking whether I’m going to go back to boring, safe sex with my husband…” She shook her head slowly. “No. I’m not.”

My cock twitched inside her at her words.

Mia felt it. A small, satisfied smile curved her lips.

“See?” she whispered. “Even your cock knows I’m telling the truth.”

She rolled her hips slightly, grinding on me while I was still buried deep.

“So what are you going to do about it?” she asked, voice low and daring. “Now that you know I don’t want boring anymore?”