Fuck her in the shower

I stood up.

Water streamed down both of us as I turned Mia around and guided her forward. She braced her hands against the tiled wall, legs spread, back slightly arched. Her heavy, pregnant belly hung beneath her, full and round, water cascading over it and dripping from the underside.

I stepped in close behind her, one hand on her hip and the other sliding up to rest on the side of her belly. My cock dragged along her soaked pussy before I lined myself up and pushed in.

Mia moaned loudly as I sank into her in one slow thrust. She was still tight, still hot, her walls gripping me as I bottomed out. The angle let me go deep, and every time I pushed forward, my hips met the soft curve of her ass while her belly swayed beneath her.

“Fuck—” she gasped, fingers curling against the tiles.

I started fucking her in steady, deep strokes. One hand stayed on her belly, feeling the way it moved with every thrust. The other gripped her hip, holding her steady as the water poured over us.

I leaned in close, my mouth near her ear.

“Does he fuck you like this?” I asked, voice rough.

Mia let out a shaky breath but didn’t answer right away.

I kept moving, long and deep, making sure she felt every inch.

“Does your husband fuck his pregnant wife like this?” I asked again, slower this time. “Or does he treat you like you’re too delicate for it?”

She moaned, pushing back against me.

“He’s… gentle,” she admitted between breaths. “Too gentle.”

I thrust harder, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing off the tiles.

“And my cock?” I asked, voice low and filthy. “How does it compare to his?”

Mia’s head dropped forward for a second. Water ran down her back and over her belly. When she answered, her voice was strained and honest.

“Thicker,” she gasped. “You’re thicker than him. And you’re not afraid to use it.”

I groaned and fucked her harder, my hand sliding across her belly to hold the full weight of it while I drove into her.

“Does he make you this wet?” I asked. “Does he make you moan like this when he’s inside you?”

“No,” she breathed. “Not lately. Not like this.”

I kept one hand on her belly and brought the other around to rub her clit while I fucked her. The combination made her legs shake.

“Tell me again,” I growled against her shoulder. “How does my cock feel compared to your husband’s?”

Mia let out a broken moan, her pussy clenching around me.

“Bigger,” she admitted, voice cracking. “Thicker. Deeper. You’re fucking me like you actually want me like this… pregnant and desperate.”

She pushed back harder against me, one hand still braced on the wall while the other came down to rest on top of mine on her belly.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please— keep talking. Keep fucking me like this.”

I slammed into her again, water splashing around us, her heavy belly swaying with every thrust.

“Good girl,” I muttered. “Tell me how much better it feels.”

Mia moaned louder, her voice raw.

“It feels so much better,” she gasped. “Your cock feels so much better than his right now. Fuck— I needed this.”

I kept fucking her hard and deep, one hand gripping her belly possessively while the other worked her clit, the sound of the water and her moans filling the shower.