Chapter 171 Dream Come True Roman What's way much better than waking up everyday? Waking up to my gorgeous fiancée riding me. Exactly. My dream come true. The first thing I'd felt was warmth—deep, pulsing heat enveloping my cock before my eyes even fluttered open. A soft, rhythmic pressure squeezed around my shaft, pulling me from sleep with a groan. My lashes lifted, heavy with the last remnants of dreams, only to be met with the sight of Savannah straddling me, her body moving in slow, deliberate rolls. Her hips circled, her pussy clenching around me with every downward grind, her inner walls slick and swollen with arousal. The dim morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, painting her skin in goddess gold as she rode me, her breath coming in little gasps, her lips parted just enough to let those quiet, needy sounds escape. “Good morning.” I said, leisurely resting my hands behind my head, watching her take charge. “Fuck, you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen.” She smiled, leaning in to kiss me. “Good morning.” “What a pleasant surprise.” I grinned. “You're on top, baby.” I stated the obvious. She was already so wet. I could feel it—the way her arousal coated my cock, thick and slippery, every drag of her pussy against my length sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls. “You like it.” She replied, breathless. “Fuck yeah.” My hands found her hips on instinct, fingers sinking into the soft flesh there, guiding her movements just enough to deepen the angle. Her tits bounced with each rock of her body, full and heavy, the nipples hard little peaks begging for attention. I reached up, palming one, then the other, thumbing the stiff buds until she whimpered, her back arching just a little more, pushing her chest into my touch. “Fuck, that feels good,” I rasped, my voice rough with sleep and lust. My cock throbbed inside her, swelling with every slow, teasing stroke she gave me. She was taking her time, drawing it out, her pussy fluttering around me like she was savoring the way I filled her. I could see the concentration in the furrow of her brows, the way her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she focused on the drag and pull of my dick inside her. She was in control, and she knew it—knew how much it drove me wild to watch her ride my cock for her pleasure. My girl leaned forward, bracing her hands on my chest, her hair spilling around her face in messy, brown waves. The shift in position changed the angle, her pussy tightening around the head of my cock as she ground down harder, her clit dragging against the base of my shaft. I felt the shiver run through her, her thighs trembling as she picked up the pace, her movements growing less controlled, more desperate. “You like what you see?” she murmured, her voice husky, her eyes locked onto mine. “Like watching me ride your cock?” I groaned, my hips twitching upward, unable to stay still. “Love it. Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” My fingers flexed against her hips, my thumbs brushing the dip of her waist before sliding back to grip her ass firmly. She was perfect—soft where she needed to be, firm in all the right places, her body built perfectly. And right now, she was using every inch of it to drive me out of my mind.I squeezed tighter. “Ride me, baby. Ride me faster.” She moaned, increasing her tempo. “That's my girl.” I arched off the bed and aimed for her bouncing tits, licking, biting, sucking. But then she slowed again, her pussy clenching around me in little pulses, like she was milking me on purpose, teasing me with the promise of more. My breath hitched, my cock jerking inside her, pre-cum leaking from the tip as she tortured me with her deliberate pace. “Savannah,” I growled, but she just smirked, her nails scraping lightly over my back before she pushed me back down on the bed then sat up straight, her tits jiggling with the movement, still glistening from my saliva. “We’ve got time, honey.” She purred, rolling her hips in a slow, maddening figure-eight, her pussy squeezing me so tight I saw stars. “No rush.” My hands slid up her torso, my thumbs brushing over her nipples before I pinched them, just hard enough to make her gasp. “We’re trying for a baby, remember?” I reminded her, voice rough. The words sent a strange wave of heat through me, my cock twitching inside her at the thought—at the idea of filling her up, of planting something permanent inside her. The idea of knocking her up, of watching her belly swell with my child, had suddenly become a fantasy now. And every time we fucked, it was all I could think about. Savannah’s breath hitched, her pussy clenching around me at the reminder. “Yeah,” she whispered, her voice suddenly softer, needier. “I remember. We're trying hard.” “You're crazy.” I laughed. And she did too, running her hands through her hair. And fuck, I saw that in slow motion. Her movements lost some of their teasing slowness, her hips rocking faster, her body undulating over mine as she chased her own pleasure. I could see it in the flush spreading across her chest, the way her breath came quicker, her moans growing louder, less controlled. She tilted her head to the side, still moving. “And you're seriously going to let me do all the work?” I arched my brow. “You're the one who's on top, my love. What happened to girl power?” She feigned shock, then said in a small voice. “Brute.” “Care to say that louder, baby?” She giggled. “Brute. My handsome, sexy brute.” “You're gonna regret that.” I promised her, grinning. “Oh yeah?” She cockily remarked. With a growl, I surged upward, my hands gripping her waist as I flipped her onto her stomach. “What was that you called me again, baby?” She yelped in surprise then began laughing, but before she could even process the movement, I was already pulling her onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air, her pussy glistening and swollen, still dripping with her arousal. “Brute.” She repeated, teasing. “You’re gonna regret that.” I didn’t give her time to adjust—just lined myself up and thrust back inside her in one deep, claiming stroke. “Oh, fuck—!” She cried out, her fingers curling into the sheets, her back arching as I bottomed out inside her. I was deeper like this, my cock buried to the hilt, her tight pussy strangling me as I pulled back and slammed into her again. “Oh God!” She screamed, fisting the sheets. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, wet and obscene, her moans mixing with my grunts as I fucked her hard, just the way she loved it. Her ass was perfect—round and firm, jiggling with every thrust as I pounded into her. I couldn’t resist reaching out, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh, squeezing as I drove into her, my balls slapping against her clit with every deep stroke. “You feel that?” I growled, my hips snapping against her. “Feel how deep I am inside you, baby? Gonna fill you up so good.” “Yes—yes—” Savannah sobbed, her body trembling, her pussy fluttering around me as I got closer. I could feel it—the way her inner walls tightened, the way her breath came in ragged little gasps, her moans growing higher, more desperate. She was close. So fucking close. I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back as I wrapped an arm around her waist, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed in tight, fast circles, my cock pistoning into her as I whispered in her ear. “Cum for me, my love. Let’s make this baby happen.” My teeth grazed the shell of her ear, my free hand gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks as I fucked her through it, my balls drawing up tight, my orgasm coiled and ready to explode inside her. Savannah’s back bowed, a broken cry tearing from her throat as her pussy clamped down around me, her orgasm ripping through her. Her walls pulsed, milking my cock as she came, her body shuddering beneath me on the bed. The sensation pushed me over the edge—my hips stuttered, my cock swelling as I buried myself to the root and came, my cum shooting deep inside my woman in thick, hot spurts. I groaned, my body locking up as I emptied myself into her, filling her up just like I’d promised. “Fuck!” We collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, our chests heaving, our skin slick with sweat. Savannah turned her head, pressing a kiss to my shoulder, her voice breathless and satisfied. “I'm gonna take the test today.” I pulled her closer, my cock still twitching inside her, cum leaking out around my shaft. “Or we could wait a week later.” My hand slid down, pressing against her lower belly. She shook her head, defiant. “No. I want to do it today.” I nodded. “Okay. Any specific reason why?” “I missed my period.” She said without missing a beat. My heart hammered. “Ohh.” “Mhmm.” She smiled. “It's worth a trial. Although it's not like my cycle doesn't have a mind of its own.” A chuckle slipped out. “I know.” “So?” She said, expectantly. “What do you think?” “You've got the test kit. You've got the suspicion. Go for it, baby. I'll be back with flowers and gifts expecting good news.” She let out a squeal and pressed her body into me. “I hope so.” The action sent another pulse of arousal through me, my dick stirring inside her again. Savannah laughed, soft and warm, her pussy clenching around me in aftershocks. “Again already?” I rolled her onto her back, hovering over her, my cock still hard, still buried inside her. “I’ve got work in the afternoon, baby.” I murmured, capturing her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. “Let this man make the most of this beautiful morning in bed with his gorgeous fiancée.” She giggled, wrapping her legs around me as we spent the rest of the morning… making babies.