3 months later...
I never would have known that watching a former Pornstar put together a crib would be so entertaining. Angelo was sitting on the floor surrounded by crib pieces with a furrowed brow, reading the instructions. He had already put the crib together five different times incorrectly before he even took them out of the box. I had to remind him how important it was that the crib was put together correctly so Mylo would be safe...
"Do you need help?" I asked, sitting in his recliner with my feet up... He grunted an unintelligible reply and continued to read, "You know, maybe we should be setting the crib up in his room."
Angelo looked up from the instruction manual and stared daggers at me, silencing me.
"Sorry," I said, rubbing my hand over my now swollen-to-capacity belly. I was quickly approaching my 41st week and Mylo could be here any minute, yet my wonderful boyfriend wanted to until the last minute to put his crib together.
Over the last few months, Angelo and I had grown even closer. I had even begun to trust him again. When I was about seven months pregnant, Jack had gotten wind of the fact that I was pregnant and called to inform us of all the money to be made in pregnant porn. Angelo handled the situation perfectly, cursing him up one side and down the other, threatening bodily harm and/or his life if he ever contacted us again.
He wanted to do right by us and everyday he proved it to me. Now, seeing him so hellbent on finishing Mylo's nursery made me fall in love with him all over again. I was so tired, lugging around my tank of a belly was exhausting. I nodded out...
I awoke to find that I was still in Angelo's recliner, yet there was no Angelo or crib pieces in the living room with me. I hobbled to my feet and looked for Angelo. He wasn't in the bedroom or the restroom. When I went to Mylo's nursery, I found he wasn't there, either but when I entered, I saw that the crib was put together and perfect.
My right hand flew to my mouth as I looked around the room. Mylo's theme was Dr. Seuss and now that the crib was together everything jived. His walls were blue with a red line along the center and he had a stuffed Horton inside of his crib. His bookshelf was lined with all of the books and he had Thing 1 and Thing 2 bookends. A life-size Cat in the Hat decal was plastered to the wall, along with a plate of Green Eggs and Ham. A lot of this stuff wasn't here two hours ago.
Before I knew what was happening, Angelo's strong hands snaked around my swollen center. "Do you like it?" he whispered in my ear before planting a soft kiss to my exposed neck.
"I love it, Angelo. I love it so much," I responded, my voice barely over a whisper. He had surprised the hell out of me and it was then I knew that I was too far gone. I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life and I prayed that he wouldn't break my heart.
I turned to him and wrapped my arms around his solid chest. I stood on my tiptoes to give him a passionate kiss. I grabbed his arm and led him to our bedroom, closing Mylo's door behind us. Angelo had just been so perfect that I thought he deserved a bit of appreciation. When we made it to the bedroom, I took a seat on the edge of the bed, my large belly between my legs. I pulled him close to me and massaged his cock through his sweats until his hard cock jutted outward, creating quite a tent.
"Fuck, Mya," he groaned, looking up at the ceiling. I gripped the waistband and pulled it downward over his erection, coming face to face with its pure glory. I took his throbbing, hard cock in my hand, relishing in the feel of it. I felt the blood surging through the blue and purple veins that adorned it. I loved his cock and I took this moment to pay homage to it as I kissed and cradled it, lovingly. I inhaled his masculine scent and took the head in my mouth, eliciting a sharp inhale from Angelo.
"Jesus, Mya, you're so fucking good at that," he praised as I took him into my throat. I guess it made me feel amazing for an ex-pornstar to praise my dick-sucking skills... as perverse as that may seem.
I smiled around his cock as I increased my speed, feeling his dickhead prod the back of my throat with every lunge. I relished in his praises as I continued to service him. Soon, he was shooting his tart load down my throat, yelling praises all the way.
When he got his bearings, he lightly pushed me on my back and slid my soaked panties down my thighs. I didn't want anything in return. I was just showing him how much I appreciated him and I voiced that.
"I have to have your pussy," he said simply as he guided himself into me.
