Chapter 85. Loving the Don

Proserpina

Sometime during the night, he rolled me on top of his big body as we made love. I knew that it was a concern for me and the child in my womb that made him do so and I felt immensely touched by that.

Later we lay, our limbs entangled, damp and drained. I kissed the damp, strong arm to reassure myself that I was not dreaming. I had placed my head against his shoulder. He stroked my cheek roughly and growled,

"So this is what you become when you are with child, eh? Insatiable?'

And then, as I turned my face to him and kissed him longingly, he growled warningly, his shaft hardening and rearing again as my small hands caressed his member lovingly. Teasing him further, I lifted my fingers to lick the dripping pre-cum from his manhood, I circled my lips with my tongue, making appreciative noises as I licked my fingers arousing him to a point of no return. His body was stiff, alert and I could see the predatory look in his narrowed blue ey