“Maybe…I don’t know…” I murmured before I continued panting and moaning on top of him.
I wanted him to thrust into me from below, but Reiner never liked that idea when I was pregnant. He was scared that he would be too forceful and rough with me.
“R…fuck me. Can you please…move?” I begged.
“Isn’t it risky?” he asked.
“It should be fine. I’ll tell you if it gets too rough,” I replied reassuringly.
At around 8 weeks our pretty little baby was probably around less than an inch somewhere in my womb so I doubt that his cock could do the baby much damage at this point. I made a mental note to tell Reiner that some other time.
