Page 61 of Platinum Pressure

Porter looked at me with wide eyes as the video played the recorded ultrasound. On the screen was not only our growing baby, but its gender as well.

“Y-you’re pregnant!”

“I am . . .”

“I knew it! I fuckin’ knew it. Wasn’t no way I nutted in you all of them times and none of my soldiers planted.”

A laugh flew from my lips. “Porter, please.”

“Seriously, Dow. I’m so fuckin’ excited, baby.”

“You don’t know how happy that made me. I was nervous.”

“You never have to be nervous about anything when you are dealing with me. I got you. I got y’all. We’re having a baby.” Porter beamed. He stared at me with so much love and admiration in his gaze I couldn’t help but look away. He pulled me into his lap and placed his hands on the small of my back.

“A baby boy.”

“Wow. God really made you for me, and we’re having a child made from our love.”

“You know the timeline puts the week of conception when we had sex for the first time.”

He smirked. “That was all you then. I still beat my dick thinking about the way you told me to nut in you while you bounced on my dick.”

His dick jumped between my legs as he reminisced about our first time. Feeling the semi-hard dick press against my pussy made me bite my lip slightly.

“You’re turning me on.”

“Yeah? You want it on the couch or in the bed?” He rubbed my ass from underneath the dress and spread my cheeks playfully.

“Right here. Right now.”

“Show out then, bae.”

And show out, I did.

I was wetter than the ocean as I pulled his dick out and rubbed it against my clit. I slid it into my entrance and moved my hips until I found the perfect angle.

“Fuck. Your pussy wet than a mothafucka, bae.”

“Just for you.”

I rocked my hips and wrapped my arms around his head. He buried his face in the crook of my neck as he spread his legs and gave me more space to ride.

“Shit.”

“Yeah. You take your dick so well.”

“This my dick?”

“Yours forever. Yo’ name stamped on this mothafucka.”

“You got to stop cussing.”

“Fuck no. You got the type of pussy a nigga can’t help but swear when he’s inside it. You dripping all over me and we just getting started.”

“Sorry.” I whimpered as I planted my feet for a better angle to bounce on him.

“Never fuckin’ apologize. Make a mess every time. I swear I’ma clean it up.” He held my waist as I continued to ride out my orgasm.