Not a One Night Stand (mpreg)(boyxboy)

Chapter 22

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Ash's P.O.V

I huffed and held my stomach; leaning back into Mase's chest while he was massaging my hips. His mother and sister were sitting at the table in front of us, enjoying their cups of hot tea. My head was resting on his shoulder as we all sat in silence, "This is awkward," I whispered to all of them, "Will ya'll speak?"

I heard Mase's mom chuckle, before his sister spoke up, "So, how is the pregnancy going?"

"Good, he's healthy and squirming," I yawned rubbing my stomach where I felt slight movement under my skin.

"Oh you already know the sex!" Mrs. Harley exclaimed excitedly clapping her hands together like a teenage fangirl.

"No," Mason answered kissing the side of my head, "We have no idea, Ash just thinks our little girl is going to have a penis."

I shook my head giggling at him, twisting a bit I puckered my lips; he chuckled kissing me. "I told you Mase, I don't care what we have, as long as they are healthy, and what if we do have a little girl and she does have a penis. Maybe our baby will grow up to be trans, would you have a problem with that?"

"Of course not Ash, whatever our little one ends up being, I'll love it all the same," Mason responded bringing tears to my eyes.

I awed at him and twisted in his lap and planted my lips on his, "You are perfect Mase." I heard cooing behind us from his family, I blushed and turned to his mother and sister, "It's getting kind of late, you two must be jet lagged, and exhausted. I'll show you to your rooms." I moved off of Mason and waddle over to the hallway; leading all three of them up the stairs and away from my room. Chelsea was to get the dark blue guest room, and Mrs. Harley to the tan and brown guest room. After Mase and I finished saying good night to his family I grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him down the hall to our room.

Once inside I closed the door and pushed him against it locking my lips to his. I worked my tongue into his mouth while running my hands under his shirt, I moaned as he sucked on my tongue and I pushed my bump against him. "What's gotten into you?" He asked with a smirk breaking our kiss.

I didn't let us stop though, instead I sunk to my knees and ripped his pants down to his ankles, his erection popped up and I ran my tongue over the head. Wrapping my hands around the base and shaft I moaned, "I woke up without you in bed, and I was straining in my shorts. I wanted you so bad, but you were not there and I went to find you but when I did I couldn't do anything about it so," I trailed off, not finishing before taking him fully into my mouth. He groaned and grabbed fistfuls of my hair, thrusting down my throat. Relaxing my throat muscles I forced myself not to gag as he began to fuck my mouth. I moaned around his shaft, drool leaking from the corners of my mouth as he moved. I swallowed around him and tapped my hands on his hips, telling him to stop. Pulling off of him with a pop he pulled me up to my feet and crushed his mouth to mine in a searing kiss; his tongue explored my mouth, tasting himself. I moaned into his mouth and ground against him; his hands moved over my body caressing every part of me while I moaned and pushed into his touch.

I yanked him off the door and pushed him towards the bed, watching him tumble onto the mattress. I crawled on top of him with a bottle of lube, smearing it over his shaft I slammed down on him and screamed, resting my hips firmly against his, not moving. "Jesus Ash," Mase groaned, gripping my hips tightly, "What the hell were you thinking!?" He spoke rubbing from my lower back to the crack of my ass.

"I needed you in me," I panted shaking with the pain.

He reached one hand around, grabbing my softening member, "Bad enough for this to happen," he said stroking and massaging me. He gently flipped us over so he was resting over me, still buried inside. "Love, I want you to feel good too." He kissed me softly trailing his lips down to my neck where he peppered more kisses. Moving down further her took my sensitive nipples into his mouth and fingers, licking and nipping, tweaking and fondling. I moaned and arched my chest into him; his hand not on my chest gripped my slowly growing erection.

I moaned and clenched around him "Mason!" My voice dragged out and I gyrated my hips in a circular motion. "Please, I want you to move." He obliged slowly moving out while I hissed in pain; him in pleasure. He thrust back in quickly and I yelled out, arching into him and thrusting back as he thrust forward. We set a pace and I yelled out as he hit my good spot over and over again throughout the night.