His free hand moved to her blouse.

Found the buttons at the chest.

One. Two. Three.

Not careful. Just efficient, the buttons coming open in sequence until the fabric fell apart and her breasts were loose inside the loosened blouse, swinging forward and back with every thrust, the full, warm, heavier weight of them moving in the close air of the back seat, swollen and sensitive from the pregnancy.

His hand closed over the right one.

Kneaded.

The flesh yielded between his fingers with a specific soft resistance that was different from before — fuller, heavier, the body changing around the pregnancy in ways that had started quietly and were no longer quiet, milk-heavy and tender.

Her nipple hardened against his palm immediately, stiff and aching.

"HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!! Don’t—that’s—’sensitive’—AAHHH~!!"

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"NGH~!! AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!!"

He leaned down over her arched spine.

His lips found the curve of her neck.

She felt his mouth open against her skin.

"Don’t you ’dare’—" The warning came out broken by a thrust. "Don’t bite me again—’Cruxius’—AAANGHH~!!"

He didn’t bite.

His lips pressed flat.

Moved to her ear.

"Because I wanted you." His voice was low and even against the shell of her ear while his hips kept their rhythm. "To make sure."

PAH! PAH!

"OUNGH~!! AAHHH~!!"

"That you became the owner of this corporation."

A thrust.

"HIIEEK~!! NGH~!!"

"I needed you in control of this place."

She felt his hand shift from her wrists to her hair — a single fist closing around the green strands and pulling her head back until her throat was a long, pale arc and her eyes were pointed at the car ceiling.

"I want to use it." A pause. "Against someone."

The words hit her in a place that had nothing to do with her body.

Her eyes filled.

She didn’t blink them clear.

The tears ran sideways from the corners toward her temples.

’He knew.’ ’He knew the whole time.’ ’He sent me.’ ’He made me climb.’ ’He never left, he just—’

"You—" The word cracked open in her chest before it reached her mouth. "You are ’still’—a pervert—you are still a ’pervert’ who—"

His mouth covered hers.

Not rough.

Exact.

His lips sealed over hers mid-sentence and his tongue pressed in past her teeth with the unhurried familiarity of something that had been here before and knew the layout, and she said the rest of it directly into his mouth where it dissolved without reaching the air.

’You are still a pervert who sleeps with every woman he meets and left me alone and came back with someone else’s smell on him and I will never forgive you and I—’

Her tongue moved against his.

Involuntary.

The way everything she did with him was involuntary, the way her body had apparently decided years ago what it was going to do in his presence and had simply been waiting for the opportunity, her mouth sucking greedily at his tongue now.

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"Mmph~!! Oungh~!! Hnn~!!"

His hips drove upward through the kiss, pinning her against the seat, the full nine inches pressing against her cervix in a sustained grind that made her moan directly into his mouth with her eyes half-open and her tongue pushing back against his, her pregnant cunt creaming messily around his pistoning cock.

’He’s pressing against where the baby is.’ ’He knows it’s his.’ ’He’s been pushing this whole time and never said a word and now he’s—’

She bit his lower lip.

Hard enough to mean it.

He pulled back.

Looked at her face.

The tears had tracked mascara lines down both cheeks, her lips bitten red, her green hair falling loose from whatever it had been pinned in that morning, her blouse open, both breasts heavy and swinging free in the back seat air, nipples stiff and begging.

His hand moved to her chest.

Both breasts in both palms.

He kneaded them with the same thoroughness he applied to everything — methodical, unhurried, fingers sinking into the fuller weight of them and pressing inward, thumbs rolling across both nipples simultaneously, squeezing the sensitive, milk-swollen flesh.

"AAANHGH~!! HIIEEK~!! Oungh~!! Too—’sensitive’—"

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"AAANGHH~!! NGH~!! HIIEEK~!!"

His thumb and forefinger found her right nipple.

Pinched.

"AAAAHHH~!! ’STOP’~!! Nngh~!! That’s—"

Pulled.

The soft flesh stretched outward, the nipple between his fingers dragged to its limit, and she felt the pull all the way through her chest to somewhere deeper that had no name, a sharp, filthy jolt straight to her clit.

"HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!! AAAAHHH~!!"

He released.

The flesh swung back and hit her arm, the heavy tit jiggling obscenely.

She gasped.

He pulled her lower lip between his teeth.

Light. Just the lip, held there, his breath against her mouth.

"Let’s widen your pregnant pussy," he said against her lips.

Very quiet.

"For a clean birth."

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!! NGH~!!"

His hips blurred.

The rhythm that had been measured and deep shifted into something faster, shorter, the full weight of every thrust driving up against her cervix in rapid succession while his hands gripped both her breasts like handles, using them to pull her backward onto his cock with each forward drive, her swollen tits bouncing and slapping with every brutal stroke.

The back seat of the car shook.

Outside, the parking lot sat in ordinary mid-morning light.

Inside, his cock pressed through her cunt with enough force that the outline of it was visible through the bunched-up skirt at her lower abdomen — a faint, obscene bulge that appeared and disappeared with each thrust, his thick shaft rearranging her pregnant insides.

She saw it.

Her eyes went to it.

And looked immediately away.

"MMMPH~!! AAHHH~!! HIIEEK~!! ’CRUXIUS’—"

His mouth found her jaw.

Her throat.

The spot below her ear that he had clearly remembered because he went to it with zero hesitation.

She turned her head away.

He followed.

His lips pressed there and stayed, tongue flat against the skin, while his hips kept their pace and both his hands kept their grip on her breasts and the car kept shaking and the outline kept appearing and disappearing through the skirt and her cunt kept swallowing every inch of him on every stroke with the specific, obscene, thorough clench of a body that had been tuned to this exact frequency, her juices frothing white around the base of his cock.

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!! ’DEEP’~!!"

Her tongue came out.

Not intentionally.

Just the specific overload of a nervous system that had reached capacity, the way a body sometimes vents excess sensation through the mouth when every other channel is occupied, and her tongue pressed between her lips and stayed there while her eyes went half-lidded and her mascara finished its journey down her cheeks, drooling slightly from the corner of her mouth.

He saw it.

Of course he saw it.

He pulled her face toward him by the jaw and sucked her tongue directly into his mouth.

She made a sound she categorically refused to name — raw, filthy, and completely broken.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"MMPH~!! NGH~!! OUNGH~!! HIIEEK~!!"

His hips drove her forward with each thrust until her forehead pressed against the back of the front seat, her body compressed between his chest behind her and the car interior in front, both breasts pressed flat under his hands, cock buried to the absolute base with each downward push of her hips, her pregnant belly squeezed between them as he fucked her like he owned every inch of her sloppy, stretched cunt.

The womb pressure.

Every deep stroke of his cock pressed against where his child was growing inside her, and the sensation of it, the specific intimate wrongness and rightness of it simultaneously, was something her body had no category for and her mind refused to process cleanly.

She just felt it.

All of it.

The cock. The hands. The mouth. The pressure at the deepest point.

The parking lot outside.

The city moving beyond it.

His voice in her ear, between thrusts, low and unhurried.

"My darling."

Her hands had stopped pulling the seatbelt entirely.

Her wrists rested in the loop of it at the small of her back, fingers loose.

Her head dropped back against his shoulder.

Her tears were dry on her cheeks.

Her breasts moved in his hands, nipples raw and throbbing.

"I hate you," she said.

Her voice was very quiet.

He drove in.

"AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!! Oungh~!! Hnn~!!"