2 Claire

Claire rubbed her swollen belly and tried not to cry as thoughts of the future overwhelmed her. She didn't want to do this alone, didn't want to be a new mom and a widow all at once. This wasn't the life Tommy had promised her, it wasn't the dream they had built.

Warren found her like that. Just holding herself and crying alone in the dark. His heart ached for her, all alone now and a baby boy on the way. Tommy hadn't even known he was having a son. Seven years of service, three tours, and a loving wife; to just be another fallen soldier sent home in a pine box.

He placed his arm around her gently, the only connection he had left to his best friend. He wasn't sure how long they were there, just leaning on each other, but his body felt warm despite the cold front outside.

Claire finally pulled away slightly and smiled. She'd known about War since the three of them had been in high school together some years back. He'd been Tommy's best friend and followed in his footsteps when Tommy had decided the Army the way to go. He'd been with Tommy the day the bullet had closed his eyes forever, and he had been the pallbearer that laid him in his final resting place.

When he smiled back at her she felt a twinge in her heart, and the first stirrings of something more. Something she would never have again. Half-smiling, she tried to look away only to be stopped by Warren's fingertips holding her chin. She looked up at him in shock and froze.

She'd never seen him look at any woman the way he looked at her now. His eyes were dark, dangerous; much like Tommy had always told her the man himself was. It might have been Tommy that had led them off to the army at eighteen, but it had been Warren who had found a home surrounded by the chaos and madness of special ops. Right now, that dark and vicious part of him was on display, sizing her up like the prey that she was. Possessing her, as though she had always been his.

His mouth was gentle, at odds with that penetrating gaze, but still he burn her from the inside out. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the unknown, to the comfort of touch after months of isolation.

It wasn't enough, that barest touch of lips. She needed to feel alive again, to be desired, to be dominated, to be enslaved by a man's touch as she rode wave after wave of ecstasy. She needed to taste him, she needed to know his warmth.

The moan that escaped her lips seemed to ignite him, as he pressed his tongue passed her lips. He tangled with hers, sucking on the appendage as he pushed her back onto the pillows and blankets. She froze once in position as War shoved the dress she wore up and over her head. She felt her face flush with heat at the thought of how she must have looked to him; big and swollen with child, her mound unshaved, and her breasts leaking milk in preparation of her baby boy's arrival.

He placed the most reverent kiss on her distended belly, the love on his face for her unborn son undeniable and unconditional in the silence. He continued downward, gently tasting her sweet nectar as he readied her to take his massive cock.

He filled her cunt with two fingers, pressing them deep into her quivering little hole and scissoring them. A shiver travelled down her spine as he replaced his digits with his aching member. His prick had a girth of almost four inches, and his ten inches of length had left many women unable to ever be satisfied by another man again. It wasn't boasting when he said he was hung like a horse.

Claire gasped as the mushroomed head force it's way into her channel. He took his time, allowing her to adjust to an inch at a time. Her inner walls were stretched to their limit, but the fire she felt wasn't from pain. Her body seemed to suck at his dick, wanting to feel it even deeper, wanting to feel that steel like rod as it pounded her entrance into a sopping mess filled with cum.

War rocked his hips, pulling almost all the way out before slamming forward with enough force to move her up the bed. Claire moaned, grinding her hips against him as he thrust, forcing him deeper into her throbbing cunt. Her pussy felt like it was pulsating in time with her heartbeat, clenching around his engorged length as he leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

She tried to cover her chest, embarrassed by the milky fluid, but he just pinned her arms beside her as he suckled one breast and then the other. He never stopped moving against her, and the buildup of sensations was too much.

Her orgasm erupted like thousands of fireworks going off at once. A tidal wave of sexual bliss bathed her in sensation after sensation of nirvana.

Warren lifted up, bracing himself more on his knees and tightening his thighs as he gave her heavy powerful surges from his gigantic prick while making sure not to squish her or the baby. He could feel his own orgasm gathering at the base of his spine, as his balls drew up against his body before washing over him. He thrust as deep as he could one last time and groaned as spurt after spurt of his seed filled her womb.

His body slid from hers as he laid beside her and gathered her to his side. He could feel the baby moving in her belly, kicking him for being too close to his mama, and smiled. She was almost completely asleep when he brushed her hair from her face and kissed her forehead.

"I love you, Claire."