Momma To Be, Finally.

Rhett grunted, not focusing all his attention on fisting his lover, making sure ti go hard and fast for the boy.

"Oh! Oh shit! Rhett!" Kyndal cried out, jerking Rhett's dick nice and fast.

Rhett just growled, the more pleasure he was in, the rougher he became, jamming his fist wrist deep in Kyndal before yanking it out.

Kyndal smirked to himself as he realized this. He squeezed Rhett's dick as tight as he could, pumping it fast, roughly jerking it, running his thumb over the slit, rolling his balls in his hand, anything.

And Rhett really was losing himself, he was jerking Kyndal around witht he force he was using to fist fuck the boy.

Kyndal was now screaming in pleasure. He would like it rougher but this was better than nothing.
"Rhett!" He shrieked as he tried to hold back, wanting this to last longer.

Rhett just growled, speeding up with his arm, lightly nipping at Kyndal's inner thigh.

Kyndal growled himslef, pulling Rhett down for a deep kiss as he jerked his dick around

"Fuck! Cum fer meh Kyndal!" Rhett cried needily into their room.

Kyndal did as he was told, crying out loudly as his release spurted out in neat, white ribbons.

Rhett howled, yanking Kyndal down, his own release splashing the boy in his gorgeous face.

"Gah!" The boy screeched. His eyes had been closed and he had NOT been ready for that. If he'd seen it coming he would have moved out of the way. He was not a fan of facials...
"The fuck is wrong with you?!" He squealed, popping Rhett in the back of the head as he wiped his face off with his shirt which was on the bed beside him.

Rhett immoderately stopped, gritting his teeth as he stood, glaring at Kyndal.
He said nothing, if he did he would surly hurt the boy.
he stomped out.
Fucking bitch going to hit him in the head,
He rared back and he put a large hole in the wall beside the door before leaving.

Kyndal rolled his eyes. Rhett was the one who fucking came in his face.
Ew.
He stomped off to the bathroom, washing his face off. He then did a load of laundry, washing the bed sheets.

Rhett sat in the living room, on the couch, refusing to have anything to do with the boy.
Couldnt hit him.
So he would ignore his ass.

Kyndal plopped down beside him.
"Do not cum in my face." He grumbled lightly.

Rhett pretended like he wasnt even there, going through the channels.

Kyndal huffed.
"You realize, ignoring me fucks with my head. Which could hurt the child more than if you hurt me physically?"

Rhett said nothing to him, he would call Trever later but he would not have this, not now, not ever. Rhett didnt give a fuck who you were, you did not hit him like that.

"Oh, I am receiving the silent treatment. You are so big and tough Rhett." Kyndal rolled his eyes. "I wanna play this game! Well since thereis no one else in the room, I suppose I'll just take the remote." He took the remote from Rhett's lap and turned on some music station which played god awful teen pop music Rhett could not stand. Currently, Justin Bieber was on. Kyndal stood, using the remote as his microphone and danicng around the room.
"BABY, BABY, BABy, OHHHH!
BABY, BABY, BABY, NOOOOO!"

Rhett snatched the remote and slung it at the T.V. which shattered the screen, he then laid on the couch and turned over, ignoring the boy once again.
Fuck Kyndal.

Kyndal blinked.
"Oh my god! A ghost just broke my television!" He squealed and ran around in circles for a moment before sitting on top of Rhett on the couch. "Why is this couch so lumpy?!"

Rhett just ignored him, closing his eyes and letting sleep take him over, the man did not allow Kyndal to leave the home, he was pregnant and without something could happen, they had agreed to leaving without Rhett so Kyndal was stuck in the home.

Kyndal pouted as he walked around, looking for something to do. He could easily leave the home and give Rhett a good scare but he was not in the mood.

And if he did, the things Rhett would do...
Rhett might not allow him to have the child...
The man very easily could kill it.