Pregnant & Lush

Sam

Jordan Silver

Jordan Silver

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

1

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I put a pillow beneath her ass to keep it in the air while I laid between her spread thighs. I held her pussy open for my tongue, but spent some time admiring the beauty of her plump pink folds. I teased the entrance to her asshole with the fat head of the silicone cock I’d had made as a replica of my fully erect ten inch cock, veins and all.

They’d used a new technology that made the fake cock look and feel more real, so she got maximum pleasure with her freaky ass when I ass fucked her with it while pile driving her deep wet cunt with the real thing.

I lowered my head and sunk my tongue into her wet open gash, taking her essence into my mouth. At the first sign of her pussy juice coating my tongue, I slipped the head of the fake dick past her tight sphincter until she was taking five inches easy. Since it was made exactly to scale, I knew this was about as much as she would be able to take until I widened her asshole a bit, so I got down to eating her pussy like a starving hound.

“Yes, Sam, yes, more, give me more.” She could hardly reach me around her pregnant tummy, as she tried grabbing at my head so her fingers barely grazed my scalp. I gnawed gently on her clit while driving the dildo deeper into her bowels and her pussy overflowed. “Fuck me now Sam don’t make me wait.” I lapped at her pussy teasingly and eased the cock from her ass as punishment for trying to rush me.

“Hold your legs open for me beautiful.” Her hands rushed to do my bidding and her pussy winked at me as she spread her legs as wide as they would go while up in the air. I left the pillow under her ass for better access, and nosed my cock up to her pussy slit.

I watched as the broad head speared her and timed the cock in her ass to my deep stroke. I slid into her pussy going full tilt until my balls slapped against her ass. I pulled the cock from her ass and fed her pussy my whole dick, setting up a rhythm of back and forth until we were both ready to howl at the moon.

“Your pussy’s wet as fuck.” Not that she wasn’t usually dripping whenever I got near her, but pregnancy seems to have busted a pipe or some shit inside her waterworks. I felt her juices tickle my balls and run down onto the dildo I had working in and out of her ass, making it slicker and easier to drive into her.

The sight of her protruding tummy made my cock iron hard and it wasn’t long before I was pounding her pussy the way I had the night I bred her. When you were this attracted to your woman there was only one way to fuck her. Hard, deep and fast. It was rare indeed for me to make slow passionate love to her. I always have the best of intentions when we climb into bed together, but as soon as the pussy comes into view I lose all rationality and those good intentions fly out the window.

That’s how she got her ass bred two weeks after we met, and even now, with her belly swollen with my child, I can’t seem to hold onto my resolve to be gentle long enough to make it a reality. There’s no more beautiful sight than watching my meat split her pussy open. No better feeling than the way that warm succulent flesh grabs onto my cock like it belongs there and she’ll never let go.

Bending over her pregnant belly, I sucked her nipple into my mouth and felt my cock spit pre-cum in her. Her breasts were already milky, which only added to the madness. “Fuck, so good, so fuck….” I lost all thought as she worked my cock with her pussy muscles in her effort to drain my balls. She’s a cum junkie, no doubt about it, and had I not seen her virgin blood on my cock and my sheets that first night, I never would’ve believed her innocent. She loves fucking too much.

Everything about her drives me crazy. Her beauty, her manner, her innocence that I had taken when so many others had tried and failed, and most importantly, the way she takes my cock, the way she loves me fucking her, only me. It all made for a very heady cocktail that keeps my lust and my love burning bright.

“You’re cumming on my cock aren’t you little girl?” I held the fake cock still in her ass and fucked her slow and deep while she squealed and her legs shook. “Put them around my neck.” I lowered my head to make it easier for her to get her short legs around my neck. I moved from one tit to the next, draining her milk as her pussy worked overtime to get her quota of cock juice for this round.

She was in one of her moods so I knew she wouldn’t be done with me after this first round. Her greedy ass when she gets like this won’t be satisfied until she’d fucked my cock raw. I damn near broke my back with the hardest cum of my life yet as her tit milk burst forth on my tongue and her pussy clenched around my dick.

“Oh fuck yes.” My cock beat off inside her with thump after thump until she dropped her legs from around my neck and sprawled beneath me. I nuzzled her cheek until I found her mouth and took her tongue in before pushing it out to feed her mine. “You want to clean up or just keep going?” This question was more important than one might think. If she wants her pussy eaten out again I’ll have to give her a bath, if she just wanted another hard fuck all that entails is me putting her on her knees and doing her doggie style.

She was way ahead of me it seems, since she just simply slid out from between my thighs and got into position. “Do me from behind.” She shook her ass at me while grinning over her shoulder, just egging me on to do nasty things to her sweet body.

I smacked her ass playfully and pushed the dildo the rest of the way in her ass before spreading her cheeks for a better look. I gave the end a little twist and sent it whirling just as I slammed into her cunt. She tore at the sheets and pushed her ass back and high, searching for more dick.

“Nnnnnnngggggggg….” I love when she makes that sound. Any minute now she’ll start drooling and babbling in tongues. What more can a man ask for I ask you? “Ay carajo.” See, she’s not even Spanish, but dick makes her multilingual. “Oh fuck Sam what are you doing to me?” No sense answering, it was a rhetorical question, I’m damn sure she knows exactly what I’m doing to her pussy.

With the dildo on full blast in her ass I let her pussy have it. Now I never need a reason to put the dick on her, but every once in a while she seems to need reminding of her worth, of what she means to me. I guess it’s understandable considering the circumstances of our nuptials. We had what you might call an unorthodox beginning. Then again by today’s standards maybe not.

Nessa is one of those goody two shoes types who was saving herself for marriage. I guess she was able to hold onto her cherry until her twenty-fifth birthday because of the way she hid her attributes. Long sleeves and baggy skirts that slapped around her ankles were not the most appetizing things, not to mention the ugly ass glasses she used to hide behind.

I met her for the first time six and a half months ago when I walked into the bakery where she worked. It was my mother’s birthday and I was looking for a last minute cake because the one my sister had ordered wasn’t up to snuff. I barely paid any mind to the frumpy girl behind the counter as I perused the offerings.

When she spoke it was barely above a whisper and like I said, she was extremely nondescript. I know it’s not politically correct and I’d be hounded out of a women’s rights meeting, but I never give a female a second look unless I find something appealing in her. Let’s just say in her usual get-up there was nothing appealing about my wife at first glance.

The next day when I went in to check on the cake there was no change, not at first anyway. That came when she took her glasses off to answer the phone. I was first captivated and then mesmerized by the clear turquoise color of her eyes, and what they did for her face when not hidden behind those hideous spectacles. “Are you wearing contacts?” She shook her head shyly as she hung up the phone and came back to me, glasses back in place.

“No, I should but I never tried them. I’ve always worn glasses.” She babbled nervously, cute. There was still no overcoming those butt ugly rags she called clothes, but I had to admit the unusual color of her eyes made me want to see more. For some reason I got it into my head that no one with eyes that beautiful could be anything but a ten.

I couldn’t see shit under her clothes, and as I left it was that that gave me the first idea. I knew the catering company my sister had hired for the gala event that was mom’s birthday every year. I knew that they wore a uniform of black skirt and white button down with a little bow tie and flats. It was easy enough to talk my sister into having the cake delivered and having the company stay behind to do the cutting. Added a bit of class to the whole affair, or so I convinced her, as long as she was in similar uniform.

The hard part was getting the girl I had come to know as Vanessa to agree. I pulled an end run around her and went above her head to her boss, who happened to be her mother. All it took was the show of interest on my part to get her on my side. I never claimed to be the ambassador of moral aptitude. I’m one of those by any means necessary types.

I don’t know what passed between her and her daughter, but the day before the party I got the answer I was hoping for. I had someone drop off the uniform in the size her mom had given me. It was good that I got her on my side, and the fact that she was obviously looking to get her daughter married off worked in my favor.

I didn’t bat a lash when she told me a size eight for the skirt and a medium for the top. But my heart had gone into overdrive. Those ugly ass frocks she favored had to be a sixteen at least. I still don’t know how the fuck she pulled that off. As an aside, she once told me she didn’t want someone to like her for her looks. I had to tell her she’d gone way too far in the opposite direction. But back to our illustrious meeting and coming together.

2

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The night of the party I almost gave myself away because I couldn’t stop checking the door every five minutes. When my sister called me on it I told her I was nervous because I was the one responsible for the cake and what if something went wrong? She bought it and left me alone to sweat. This whole thing could blow up in my face. I’d already played on the mother to get as much info as I could, so if I dropped shit now she’d be pissed.

It shouldn’t matter that much, but that damn bakery was right around the corner from my office and they made the best damn carrot muffins. The shits went for five bucks a pop but they were worth every penny. If I fucked this up I’d have to find a new place for my fix and that’s easier said than done.

When she finally arrived I realized I’d been holding my breath. My eyes went straight to her ass as she turned to set up the cake on the table specifically there for it. And what a fine ass it was. She took too long to turn around so that I could see the rest of her, fiddling with the display while I had flop sweat from suspension.

I walked over and stood behind her for a good minute to check out her ass before alerting her to my presence. “Hello Vanessa, glad you made it. The cake looks amazing.” Yeah, the cake. I forgot all about the cake as soon as she turned around and I got my first look at her tits in the top that just barely narrowly escaped being too tight.

Her cleavage was mouth watering to say the least, and the high firm tilt of her tits had me already undressing her in the nearest empty room available. I didn’t even try to hide the fact that I was taking her all in, pink cheeks and all. “Was it hard to find the place?” Hard, maybe I should steer clear of those kind of words.

“No, no trouble at all.” When did I start finding shyness so hot? Usually that shit would grate on my last damn nerve, but for some reason coming from her it made my dick all the more harder. She avoided my eyes and looked down at the floor, just a few inches up she’d get an eyeful of dick. I wasn’t shy about that shit.

My boy was full hard and at the ready. The only thought on my mind as she talked cake, was how long it was going to take me to get her flat on her back with her legs in the air. I knew enough from checking her out secretly these last few weeks to know that I had to take things nice and slow.

My annoying ass sister and my nosy mother came over to gush over the pink and white confection she’d made and I finally did take the time to admire her handiwork. It really was good, very intricate. Fuck I care? I wanted in between her thighs as soon as fucking possible. I’ll praise her cakes to the sky just as soon as I break one off and get this damn monkey off my back.

All that first evening I kept her in my sights. The one draw back to setting her up like this was the attention she got from the other dicks in the room. I kept going to her and making small talk, bringing her juice or water and little plates of appetizers just so the assholes got the hint and stayed the fuck away.

Her hair was still in an untidy bun that somehow took on a whole new look in this get-up, and she still wore those ugly ass glasses, but that body was hard to dismiss. I was the only one here who knew she had an ace in the hole though; those kick ass eyes of hers. First chance I get I’m ditching the fuck ugly specks and talking her into clear contacts so I could look into those beauties while we fuck.

* * *

It wasn’t hard to wear her down after that night. I prolonged my morning muffin runs to half an hour each day, dropping little hints here and there until I got her to relax. Her mom was working on her when I wasn’t around it seemed, because she was a lot more malleable by the end of the first week.

By week two she was eating out of my hand and ready to be plucked. I invited her out to dinner the beginning of week two and that’s all she wrote. It took me the whole of seven days to wear her down, but as much as she wanted to hold onto her cherry, she was primed to fuck.

All it took was the right kind of attention, and by the third date I realized I was no longer just trying to get into her snatch, I really liked her. She was sweet, funny and kooky as hell. I also learned where she got the idea for her dress code from. Apparently she hadn’t always lived in the city, but had been raised in the South Carolina Mountains with her grandparents.

It was there she learned to appreciate the simpler things in life, where she got her core values. I couldn’t say I was totally against them, since the more she dressed according to my taste the more attention she got from other men. I was caught in a conundrum; wanting her to give up her Aunt Sally dresses for more fashionable wear, but not wanting the extra attention she was getting.

By day four after the last three nights of wining and dining her, I had fallen completely under her spell. She’d won the war and I didn’t even hear the first shot. It was her unassuming natural way of looking at everything, her pure innocence of everything that captivated my heart. She was such an open book I was afraid that if I wasn’t there to look out for her some asshole would come along and take advantage.

And just like that I was a goner. Since there was no turning back for me, there was only one thing left to do and that was to take her to bed and switch the game up. I was convinced that because of her innocence she’d be totally wowed by my moves. That my prowess in bed would hold her totally enthralled and I would regain control of the situation.

The night I took her virginity was one for the books. I still don’t know which of us was more surprised. I’d suspected that she was a little green in the bedroom game, so wasn’t too shocked when I breeched her and felt that little bit of membrane trying to keep me out.

The first surprise came in the emotion I felt. I damn near bitched out and cried. I was overwhelmed to say the least. Until that moment I never gave a good damn about whether or not a woman was ‘pure’. But having her beneath me, feeling that, there was no other feeling I could compare it to. That in itself was beyond fucking amazing, that at thirty two I’d found my first virgin. But what surprised me even more was that after she got over the initial pain, she damn near broke my cock off at the root.

From there we were pretty much joined at the hip. Things were cruising along just fine, we fucked more than we ate, and maybe that’s why I got the shock of my life when she told me two weeks later that she was pregnant. I didn’t even know that you could tell that early, but apparently she’d only needed to miss one period.

She was terrified, rightfully so, but I was surprisingly clear headed and not at all freaked out about a situation that a few short months earlier would’ve sent me into orbit. It never once crossed my mind that we shouldn’t have the kid. I was so wrapped up in her by then I would’ve said yes to anything.

She on the other hand had some serious shit going on inside her head. And that brings me back to the point I was trying to make. It was then I found out that she thought she wasn’t good enough for me. She was actually expecting and dreading the day I would ditch her. In her mind, I was the catch and she wasn’t even talking about my money or my family name. A lesser man would’ve ran with that, would’ve kept the little lady under his heel believing that shit, not me.

I spent forever convincing her that she was the most beautiful woman in my world, which she was. Beneath those sacks was the body of a sex kitten. She wasn’t thin, not like the rakes I usually date according to my delightful mother. She had curves in all the right places, tits and ass enough to fill both hands, and a pussy that knew how to handle ten inches of cock without giving the fuck out mid stroke.

We traded in the glasses for laser surgery and fuck if I wasn’t afraid to let her out of the house without me. She was fuck hot and I had more problems than I knew what to do with, all in my head of course. Every swinging dick was after my girl as far as I was concerned, so my answer was to keep her in bed under me as much as humanly possible.

We got married in the rush ceremony my mother and hers put together after we had to spill the beans and tell them that we couldn’t wait the year and a half it would take for the big shindig they wanted, not unless they wanted their grandkid to be born out of wedlock. Once they forgave me for knocking her up out of turn, like I was the only one in the damn bed when it happened, they pulled together what turned out to be a beautiful ceremony.

From then ‘til now she’s been coming out of her shell, but I still can’t get her to see the beautiful her that I see each time I look at her and she thinks that every woman who looks at me for more than five seconds would be a better choice. If she only knew, I don’t even see women anymore. They all fall short in my eyes. As far as I’m concerned I got the best and I’m more than happy with my lot in life.

Still, all it takes is some chick who has designs on my money and thinks I’m too stupid to know, to shake her ass in my direction, and this one gets insecure and down in the tooth. Today was the latest episode. She came to pick me up for lunch and one of the secretaries from downstairs was putting in her bid, which I was totally ignoring.

My wife of course felt threatened. I guess she didn’t notice how the other woman slithered away once she showed up. Too much competition. I’m thinking it’s a female thing. She doesn’t see herself the way other women do. How astoundingly beautiful she truly is. I don’t know any other way to prove to her that she’s all I want.

She’s in her sixth month, glowing, ass spread a little and tits twice the size they used to be. I’m in heaven. I do try not to make a pig of myself, but we’re still fucking three times a day give or take. Even when she was puking up her guts in the morning, I didn’t see that it slowed her down any. In fact once, she was riding my dick after a bout of morning sickness and she suggested we let the rest of the world know we’d found a cure. Did I mention she’s funny as hell?

After she went into a funk because of the flirting secretary, I’d nixed lunch, cancelled the rest of the day’s appointments and dragged her ass home. Now we were at round two and from experience I know that it’s going to take at least another couple dick shots to bring her back to her senses.

3

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“You had enough?” I looked down at my red dick once she lifted off and helped her get settled on her side of the bed. She was still breathing too hard to talk but the way her hand went to my limp dick told me she wasn’t sure yet. I let my nuts dry while she gave it a think and rubbed my kid who was flipping somersaults in her mommy’s tummy.

“Ouch!” She sat up in bed holding her side and I freaked as usual.

“What? What happened lemme see?”

“She kicked me, I’m okay. I think we woke her up from her nap.” She curled her lip at me making me laugh and I tackled her, making sure to be extra careful. “Hey you in there, pipe down.”

I kissed her tummy and relaxed back against my pillow, after drawing her into my arms. “I love you buttercup, always. No one will ever be as beautiful in my eyes as you are okay?” I love the way she looks up at me, as if waiting for me to reassure her. After all my achievements since I left my parents’ home for college, starting my own successful business, nothing makes me feel like more of a man than seeing that look in her eye, and being able to give her what she wants.

“We good?” She nodded her head and put it back on my shoulder. Her little arm came to rest on my chest and my heart was full. “Come on baby don’t go to sleep, let’s get you cleaned up. You know how you get when you’re all sticky.” She huffed her ass out of bed with my help, and once in the shower left all the work up to me of course.

“Is the water okay baby?” I sat her on the bench inside the six headed marble shower stall so I could wash her feet. “It’s fine, that feels so good.” I’m sure it did, spoilt ass. I don’t know how she hasn’t caught on yet after all this time that she has me wrapped securely around her little finger, both of them in fact. I do and would do anything for her up to and including giving my life. Doing little things like this for her gives me so much pleasure that it cannot be described.

I know men and women who’ve been in love, or so they say, and end up getting a divorce years later. I can’t even imagine, just the thought of me losing her makes my gut hurt and my heart, ache. I took my time washing her feet and calves before gliding my soapy hands farther up her thighs. My little freak opened her legs to give me easy access to the goods.

“I might as well shave your pussy while I’m down here buttercup.” I spoke around the lump in my throat as I stood to grab the little showerhead we have for just this purpose. I washed my escaping jizz off her pussy and patted her dry before grabbing the shaving gel.

I slathered her pussy hair in gel and once she was covered gave her a pelvic massage. She hummed in her throat and moved against my hand. “You want my finger baby?” She looked at me through glazed eyes, bit her lip and nodded yes. I washed off my thumb just to be safe and slid it into her cunt. I went back to massaging her fat pussy and her hot pussy juice covered my fingertip.

I pulled it out of her and sucked it into my mouth, sucking her cunt essence from my digit. I fingered her pussy and massaged her knowing that it will make her loose and wild by the time I was ready to fuck. I pulled her pussy lip tight away from her body and with great concentration shaved one side of her slit clean. I took care of the other side all the while touching her clit in some way, keeping her primed and on the brink.

I washed her off and lathered her up from head to toe. She rested her head on my cock while I worked on her hair and by the time I was through working the conditioner into her hair, she had my cock in her mouth. I abso-fucking-lutely love the way she chokes out and then go right back to sucking the dick. I also love the little humming sounds she makes and the way she slobbers all over my dick, dick spit and saliva running down her chin.

I face fucked her with her wet hair fisted in my hand, pulling her mouth harder on and off my cock. “That’s my good girl, you’re taking me in your throat easier now.” She mumbled some shit around my cock but didn’t let up on her mouth torture. She’s a natural born cocksucker. In fact for someone who’d locked herself away from all of life’s pleasures, she was supremely adept at all things sexual.

She dug the fingers of one hand into my ass and used the ones from the other hand to fondle my nuts. I planted my feet firmly on the wet marble floor before I fell and broke my damn neck, and continued feeding as much of my cock into her throat that she could hold without choking to death.

I pulled out of her neck when she was getting me too close. Though I do enjoy spraying her tonsils with my spunk, since her belly started to show I only like cumming deep inside her hot wet cunt. I wiped her face before bending my head to feed her my tongue. My dick was hard and leaking but I had enough control left, barely, to take my time.

I moved my hands to her tits, which were a nice hefty weight because of her milk and their natural fullness. We played follow that tongue as I thumbed her nipples, until I felt the warm spray of her milk. Leaving her mouth, I moved onto her nipples and sucked the freshly reproduced milk from her as she stroked my cock.

Pulling out of her hand I made my way down her body to her widespread thighs. Her pussy was pretty and pink and so sexy freshly bared. I opened her pussy and sat back on my heels to inspect what’s mine. “She’s making you darker inside.” I played with her pussy with my thumbs and waited for the first bead of her pussy cream to slide out. My tongue was right there to catch it.

I hummed into her pussy and licked her deep before pulling my tongue out so I could suck her cunt lip into my mouth. She planted her feet on my shoulders as I went to town on her pussy, holding her open so I could enjoy all the bounties of her sweet pink well.

My dick was hard and dripping pre-cum at a fast pace and I didn’t even need to stroke to keep my boy in the game. Just the scent, taste, and feel of her under my tongue was enough to keep my engine revving. I pulled my tongue out of her snatch and kissed her clit before pulling her down off the bench and onto my cock.

“Yeah, that’s nice and tight.” I placed my hands on either side of the hard mound of her pregnant belly and fucked up into her as she pushed down. I wish I could see her pussy. Open, tight, sucking on my cock with each stroke. “You’re making me crazy.” I wanted my tongue back in her, wanted to put her on her knees and fuck her raw. I wanted to do it all at once.

She grabbed for my lips with hers and bit into my lip as she fucked her ass up and down, sliding her tight cunt down the length of my cock meat. I moved my hands protectively between her back and the hard cold marble of the bench. This position, squatting with her in my lap on the wet floor, wasn’t the most comfortable, but I hadn’t thrown her to her back in the shower since her fourth month.

“We gotta get out of here before I fucking hurt you baby.” I got to my feet with her impaled on my cock, switched off the forgotten water and stepped out of the shower into the spacious bathroom. I dried us both off as best I could while still attached. Once in the bedroom I put her on her back at the edge of the bed with her legs around my ass and began to fuck.

At this angle her pussy was perfectly placed for my cock jabs. Once I’d squared it away with her doctor that it was okay to have her, I’d outgrown my fear of hurting her or the baby. Her greedy pussy takes a pounding and looks fore more five minutes later, so I knew she could take the deep fucks I put in her.

“Squeeze those big tits for me baby, while I pound this pussy.” Her painted nails looked blood red against the paleness of her tit flesh. Even that shit made my cock harder. I had to do some acrobatics to reach her nipple in this position, but I pulled it off nicely.

I suckled her hard and deep stroked her juicing pussy until she stiffened up beneath me and cried out her release. I grunted like a wild beast as I shot my seed off inside her over and over again until I was completely spent. I held still and let her ride out the aftershocks of her orgasm on my steel hard rod while we ravaged each other’s lips.

I pulled out with a plop and helped her into the middle of the bed before heading into the bathroom for a wet cloth to clean us both up. Once she was nice and clean again I debated whether or not to pull one of my large tee shirts over her head but decided against it. She gets hot easily these days and I wanted her to be comfortable.

I climbed in beside her and got us both settled. “Take your greedy ass to sleep and take a nap. If you get hungry again I’ll feed you.” I teased her pussy with my fingers because I know my woman. Once I’d brought her off again with my hand, I knew she would be okay for at least the next couple of hours. She beautifully, mouth open, eyes rolled back in her head and breasts heaving. “Sleep, no more dick for now you’ll be sore.”

She snickered and cooed and was fast asleep two minutes later.

I stayed awake looking out the window at the sun going down, while she slept beside me, safe and warm. Outside the world was going by, while I held all that was dear to me in my arms. I drifted off not long after feeling content.

* * *

I woke to the feel of her ass tucked tightly up against my groin. She was muttering some shit to herself and my mind cleared enough for me to get the gist of just what it was she was saying. She was trying to steal the dick, but her new cumbersome body was getting in the way. I grinned behind her head and helped her out.

“Wait, let me do it.” I had to control my laughter because she can be a little ornery when she first wakes up. She pouted over her shoulder at me and fuck if there weren’t tears of frustration in her eyes. “Why didn’t you wake me baby?” I lifted her leg after slipping a pillow under her side to support her tummy and my child.

“I don’t know, I…” I got to my knees, and with her leg over the crook of my arm, slid home. She sighed happily and forgot what she was saying. Can one man really be this lucky? How had a pair of unnaturally colored eyes led me to this most perfect union? I sometimes don’t think I deserve her, but the thought of her not being here with me, of having never known this with her, breaks me out in a cold sweat. It’s like we were made for each other, two halves to one whole. And that’s not just the fuck hot sex talking.

Her hand came back to rest on my hip while mine rested on the mountain of her tummy as I stroked nice and slow, going in deep. This wasn’t the first time she’d tried stealing dick while I was out cold, so I knew the drill. Her emotions and her libido goes hand in hand. Once she feels threatened by someone of her own sex, it takes a whole lotta fucking to set her straight. I don’t mind a bit, only that I don’t like her feeling that she’s in danger of losing me. Add to that, the fact that pregnancy has turned her into a blazing nympho who’d sit on my dick twenty-four seven if I let her.

Her pussy was nice and tight again after being stretched all afternoon. I guess the nap rejuvenated things down below. When she’s tight like this, my dick feels like it’s forcing her walls open. I could actually picture that shit in my head. My fat swollen cock, slicing through the soft pink flesh of her pussy in search of that sweet spot deep inside her that give us both such great pleasure.

I gritted my teeth and held off when I felt the sap rising in my nuts. That’s another thing, her hot pregnant cunt makes me shoot too soon way too often. I never knew pregnant pussy could be this good. There’s a whole new feel and texture to it now with the baby in her, something the doc had never explained. I’m not complaining; the shit’s amazing. The only thing is controlling myself when I’m in her.

My hand looked massive as it rested atop her stretched tummy and I could feel the baby rolling around in there; nosy like her grandmother. Nessa’s face was in repose, jaw slack, mouth wide open as she tried to breathe. “You doing okay buttercup?” She nodded and turned her head to look at me.

“Uh-huh keep going.” Right!

4

* * *

I’m in the kitchen taking care of her other hunger. Now that she’d fucked herself out, it was time to feed her. After taking her again we’d gotten cleaned up in the shower. This time I was able to keep it down to a couple feels while I washed her and nothing more, before wrapping her in my robe and pulling her along with me.

She sat at the kitchen island sipping her juice and yammering away at me while I put something together for dinner. I was amazed that she wasn’t spazzing out over missing lunch. Usually she gets fretful and out of sorts if she doesn’t eat, but I guess being so full of dick she forgot to be hungry.

“Did you buy it?” I added pasta to the boiling water and listened as she told me about the latest thing she’d seen for the little one. She took a sip of juice and lowered her glass before giving me an answer. “No, it was too much.” I stopped with my hand over the pot, the last handful of pasta ready to go in. “What do you mean? What did I tell you about that?” I glowered at her and she shrunk back in her seat.

“I know, but, it seems so wasteful to pay that much money for a stroller. Though Cami says it’s the best on the market.” Cami was her friend who was the complete opposite of my girl. Cam was boisterous, outgoing and full of piss and vinegar. She’s also the one who gets my wife into more shit than a little bit.

I like her though, because from what I’ve seen she’s a true friend. Other than Nessa’s mother and I, Cami seems to be the only person in her life who ever saw her real beauty. They’re good for each other, because as much trouble as Cami can scare up, my level headed buttercup keeps that nut in its shell.

“Well, if Cam says it’s the best there you have it.” Apparently Cami’s an expert on everything under the sun. Who am I to argue? She looked skeptical and I made up my mind that if she didn’t go get this stroller I’ll just have Cami pick it up, no worries. But I want her to feel free to spend my money. Something she still has a hard time doing after six and a half months of marriage.

I thought for sure she’d go hog wild with the new credit cards I gave her, but so far she’s only spent a pittance and most of it on the baby, or myself. If I want her to have something I have to be the one to get it. She’s the only woman I’ve ever wanted to spend my money and yet she refuse to. Where others in the past of lesser value had tried to break the fucking bank.

No, I have to put my foot down. Maybe this is part of the problem. Why she still acts like she’s an outsider looking in. Or just a phase that I’m gonna outgrow or some shit. “Baby, you saw this stroller?” She nodded and I could see the excitement in her eyes. She’s my own little enigma. A diamond necklace would get the same response.

“And you did your research?” Another nod before she launched into all the attributes of the latest high tech baby carriage and all the bells and whistles it came with. I listened to her go on and on as if trying to sell me on it. “So with all that, why didn’t you get it again?”

“It’s so expensive Sam. I would feel wasteful doing it. She’s only gonna use it for a year or two tops.” Now she gave me all the reasons why she didn’t think it was a good idea. It all had to do with her guilt over being suddenly wealthy I think. As with everything else, I knew I had to take my time and walk her through it, or better yet let her talk herself into it. It’s the only way she’d ever get over this hang-up of hers.

“Did you love it baby? Did you take pictures?” I know her like the palm of my hand. She almost flew off the damn stool to go fetch her phone. I went back to my cooking, already knowing she was getting whatever the hell it was she was about to show me if I had to go to the damn store myself.

“Look.” I looked at the screen that she held under my nose. She was all but hopping from foot to foot over a stroller. Women! I took a glance at the contraption. All I saw was pink and white and a price tag that was more than most people made in a month. “Oh that’s a beauty.” The fuck I know about strollers. But I read all the reviews and the right-ups giving a good impression of caring.

As far as I’m concerned as long as the shit’s safe, it’s all good. “It says here it’s the best of its kind, top of the line. It has three purposes…” I read on giving her time to process. I knew as long as I showed an interest it would ease her guilt. Just a little more nudging and she’d be on board, guilt abated.

“Well baby, here’s how I look at it. I made my money to spend on the people I love. Until I found you, that was my mom and sister. Now you and the baby come first. What’s the point in working so hard, if my loved ones can’t enjoy it? I might as well give it all up since you don’t seem to need it. I guess we can look at a smaller house while we’re at it.”

I knew I had her there. She’d talked me into moving out of the city to a house in the suburbs. The one she fell in love with was big enough to hold three families, but once I saw her reaction I knew we had to have it. I threatened the realtor not to tell her shit about the price because by then I’d peeped her game.

“What, no, what’s wrong with our house?”

“Don’t cry baby. I’m just giving you what you want. If you think that the best is too good for you and the baby, I won’t argue with you. Personally I don’t think there’s anything too good for my girls, but I’ll leave that up to you.” I passed her back the phone and went back to my pots, leaving her to think that shit over.

Out the corner of my eye I saw her running her finger over the damn screen and it was all I could do not to go out and buy the shit right then and there. But she needed to do this, if not now, when? Nothing I’ve done so far seems to work, and I’m sure it was all part of the same problem. She still thinks I only married her because of the baby, and so she acts like a squatter in my life. Except when we fuck, then she goes all in.

By the time I plated our dinner and placed hers in front of her, she was giving me all the reasons why the stroller was a good buy. Progress. “There you go; we’ll go pick it up tomorrow.”

“You’ll go with me?” So much excitement over such a small thing.

“Yes, I’m in the mood to shop for my kid.” Surprisingly I was.

We talked about our day, the conversation always circling back to the baby who has taken over our lives and she wasn’t even here yet. I already told her she’s gonna have to get used to less sex once the kid arrives and she gave me this serious look before announcing that we’ll just have to work out some sort of schedule. All while her face was ablaze. The girl does love to fuck.

It’s not hard to figure out what’s going on in her head. Since we’re still in the getting to know you stage, we spend most evenings talking about our upbringing, our dreams; the usual. I’ve learned that the best way to draw her out is to let her talk while I listen. She usually works shit out on her own with just a little prodding, but sometimes she can be stubborn as hell.

I was snookered by her sweet disposition in the beginning, but I have noticed that when it comes to some things she’s a mama bear. Funnily enough, if it’s to do with my protection, my happiness, she’s ready to lead the charge, but for herself she’s always willing to take low. Fuck that! I’m going to teach her-her own self worth if it kills me.

This evening’s topic of conversation after we’d stacked the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen was her reaction to the flirt. I eased her into it gently but I meant to get the shit over and done with once and for all.

“So, tell me, this big house we’re moving into next week. What do you think I should do with it once you’re gone?” Yeah, that’s my idea of gentle. The damn girl don’t listen for shit, so I figure a nice jolt to the system might work.

“What do you mean?” We were sitting on the couch with the TV on low and her head on my shoulder. “Where am I going?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

“I don’t understand; are you kicking me out?” Her breathing grew short and choppy.

“Calm down. I’m not throwing you out it’s just, you seem to think that you’re only here because of the baby. I keep telling you that that’s just not true, but I can’t seem to get through to you.”

She played with her fingers and looked away from me. I knew it was hard for her to have this discussion, but as much as I like fucking her out of her funk whenever another female ruffles her feathers, I didn’t like the fact that it was even a thing.

“I don’t mean to act that way, it’s just…it’s… well you have to admit that if I hadn’t been stupid enough to get pregnant two weeks after we met you probably would’ve moved on already.” And therein lies the problem.

“Babe, who else was in the room with you when you got pregnant?”

“You were, what kinda question is that?”

“Well now, you keep saying that ‘you’ got pregnant and what I remember is that I was so hot for you I forgot the damn condom. So therefore, we bear the same responsibility for this baby. Do you feel trapped?” I already knew the answer but I wanted her to know it, wanted her to come to the same realization on her own.

“Of course not, I love the baby, I love you.” She bit her lip after that little revelation. It wasn’t the first time she’d said it, but there’s a difference hearing the words when I wasn’t buried balls deep in her.

“But you don’t believe that I can love you too is that it? Tell me again why that is?”

“You know why. Look at you and look at me.”

“Babe, I’m not gonna tell you this shit again. When you put yourself down like that, you’re not only belittling yourself, you’re also questioning my judgment. Do I seem stupid to you?”

“No, you’re the smartest, handsomest…”

“Yeah-yeah I know. So if I’m so smart, don’t you think I would know who or what is right for me? I understand that the baby wasn’t planned, but buttercup, in case you’ve missed it, I couldn’t be happier. You’re the first woman I ever ‘forgot’ to wear protection with. I didn’t plan it, but I’m happier than I can put into words that you’re carrying my child. You do realize there were other roads we could’ve taken. I could’ve paid you off, could’ve left you alone to have the baby and just pay child support. Why do you think I went so far as to browbeat you into getting married so quickly?”

I let that sink in and hoped that this time she’d get it. It breaks my heart a little each time I watch her go through this shit. “So you’re saying that you love me?”

“It’s not a secret Nessa, I’m sure I’ve said it before, you just weren’t listening. I hope you’re paying attention this time, because we’re not doing this again, look at me.”

I took her hands in mine and turned her to face me. “I don’t want anyone else. I want you and little Mackenzie when she gets here. I want to have lots of little babies with you, only you. You’re the most beautiful, smart, sweet, loving, kind…” I punctuated each word with a kiss until she laughed and fell into my arms with hers around my neck. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Yes ma’am, I live to serve.”

5

* * *

I spent the next afternoon shopping for baby stuff and was ready to put one in my temple halfway through, but I was all smiles and gentlemanly behavior for my wife. She was so animated about everything it was hard not to catch the fever. I watched her try out her new status as wife and not temporary baby incubator or whatever the hell it is she thought she was to me.

She’d pick something up, put it back and walk away after checking the price tag. It took a lot of control not to walk behind her and put everything into the cart but I wanted her to get over that hump on her own. I was very pleased when she went back and picked up the cute little frilly thing and put it in the basket. I could’ve told her, since my sister was the one to recommend this place, that everything would be expensive.

Of course she faltered but I accepted that she would have to work her way into it, couldn’t expect her to go full hog the first day. So instead I chose the things I caught her looking at and didn’t even glance at the tags. I give her six months before she was the same.

I could give her-her own bank account, but I want her to first accept that everything I have, now belong to her as well; equally. Once she gets that into her head, then she can have as many back accounts as she please. After all I was the one who insisted that she give up her job at the bakery. I don’t know what she thought that meant. She sure is different to the other women in my past. If I’d let one of them loose in here with my card the shit would’ve been maxed out in an hour flat.

“Don’t forget we have that dinner party at my parents this evening buttercup. I have to go into the office for a little while. Why don’t you go get your hair done or something to kill time instead of heading back to the apartment?”

“Really?” She ran her hand through her hair. I know she loves that girly shit. “Yes, really, come I’ll drop you off.”

“But I don’t have an appointment.”

“Call them now and tell them you’re coming.” She still has no idea what her new last name means. I give mom and sis three more months to show her the ropes.

* * *

That evening she had a special glow to her that had nothing to do with the pregnancy. She’d got her hair and nails done and even bought a new outfit for tonight. That combined with our conversation of the night before seems to have given her a much needed spark and it was beautiful to see. Or maybe it was the fact that I’d fucked her twice before we left the house.

I knew what awaited us at my mother’s house. Her little get-togethers always seem to involve at least one of my past conquest. It wasn’t her fault; she didn’t have a clue about my debauched teenage years, or the fact that I’d bedded some of her friends, or their daughters. Some of those ladies can be a bit snobbish, and since this was Nessa’s first time meeting them I was just a little bit uneasy.

I hadn’t known the guest list until mom gave me a call to remind us not to be late and I asked just in passing. Hearing that at least one of my old flames would be in attendance had sent me racing home to her. Though she’d done better today, it was still early days yet and this particular woman, Cecile can be a bitch. Our dalliance had only ended a few weeks before I met Vanessa, and though she had nothing to do with the breakup, I’m sure Cecile wouldn’t see things that way.

I was tempted to cancel, but knew how much Nessa was looking forward to it. She was deftly afraid of upsetting my mother for some reason, and the old tyrant knew and took great advantage. For the first time since I was old enough to talk she’s found a way to stick her nose in my shit. All she has to do is go through my wife and I’m outnumbered. Since I wasn’t about to disappoint my wife for anything, there was no getting out of the evening. So I did the next best thing.

She’d beaten me home by five minutes and was in our bedroom looking over the outfit she’d bought for tonight. “You’re home early.” Will I ever get used to that look that comes into her eyes at the sight of me? The way she drops everything when I walk into a room and sees only me?

She walked over to me, her tummy leading the way. I placed both hands on either side of her mound and leaned in for a kiss. “I missed you buttercup. I like the hair.” She’d had it done in sassy fat curls that bounced around her shoulders and down her back. That one little kiss soon turned into me drawing her into my arms and pressing my growing cock into the split between her thighs.

“Did you eat?” She nodded and swooped down on my mouth again.

“Uh-huh. Roberto sent out for salads and pizza.” Lucky for her I knew who Roberto was. The pain in the ass stylist, who would skin me if he knew what I was about to do to his masterpiece.

“The baby been quiet?” Another nod as I led her backwards towards the bed. I released her lips and helped her sit on the edge of the bed before kneeling in front of her. I slipped her shoes off and she leaned back, watching me as I rolled her leggings down and off her thighs. I lifted the maternity blouse over her round tummy and placed a kiss there before going back to the main course.

I inhaled her sweet scent, which seems to change from day to day, always more intoxicating, before giving her my tongue. She was already wet and I was in a hurry to get inside her, so after just a few deep licks with my tongue I was climbing up her body. I fought with my belt and zipper, released my cock and eased it into her. I growled low and deep at the feel of her hot wet pussy closing around my cockhead and drawing me in.

She was primed as if just hearing me come through the door was enough to get her juices going. What can be more arousing than that? Than having that kind of love from someone like her? “You missed me?” Ha, that was the first time she’d ever said something like that to me without first being prompted.

“I always miss you.” I was still working my cock into her, past her tight folds. “Open up and let me in.” She was in a teasing mood, another first, but I liked it. I bit into her neck as she squealed, opening her legs and letting me get the last few inches of my cock inside. “That’s my girl.”

“Sam don’t mark me, you bad boy. What will you mother think?” Like I gave a damn. I marked her neck and moved onto her chest right above her tit flesh. I hope she planned on wearing a turtleneck or everybody will know what we’ve been up to.

“Lift your leg baby, that’s it.” I pulled her leg higher up on my thigh and twisted my hip so I could fuck deeper. With one hand on her tummy, where it always is when I’m fucking her like this, I planted the other beside her head and stroked hard and long. Her little pussy opened up and swallowed me to my nut sac, and she wonders why I’m obsessed with her. I fucked her hard to get the edge off, before taking her nice and slow. Then I had to drag her out of bed because her horny ass got lazy.

Now we were on our way in the back of our chauffeur driven car, her hand held securely in mine and I was having second thoughts. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Should I tell her that an old flame of mine was going to be in attendance? It’s not like Cecile and I had any kind of relationship, we fucked on and off for a couple of months, no strings attached. But she was one of those types who didn’t want a toy until the other kid liked it.

Whatever. “You look amazing baby.” She did. Her pale yellow dress was a strong contrast to her jet black locks. And the way it fitted over her tummy, hugging her curves, showing her ripe body off to perfection. I could’ve gone for a little less cleavage but I guess there was nothing I could do about it now.

I kept her hand in mine the whole way there as we both looked out our respective tinted windows at the passing scenery. Her hand squeezed mine bringing my attention back to her. “You okay?” I moved over closer and put my hand on her tummy. “Don’t be nervous love, they’re just people. I’m sure they’re all just excited to meet the woman who brought me down.” She gave me a scant, fleeting smile, not good enough.

I closed the window screen between us and the driver and pulled her into my lap. “Do you know why I love you so much? Why you’ll always be the only woman for me? It’s not just because you’re beautiful and sweet. It’s the way you make me feel inside. The person I am when I’m with you. I was no angel before we met. I had my share of women… no don’t tense up.” She’s such a virgin.

“As I was saying, I’ve had a lot of women starting from the time I was too young to know what the hell I was doing. But none of them, not one, comes close to you. I never wanted to wake up beside them every morning, to start every new day knowing that they would be there at the end of it waiting for me. I have that with you, that and so much more.” I wiped away the tears that escaped from her eyes. Now that I had her heart and head in the right place and we were coming up to my parents’ home, it was time to banish the tears.

“ And besides all that, who else could take me as well as you do? Who else has a pussy so deep it teases my cockhead until I think I’ll go insane?”

“Sam stop it.” She laughed and looked towards the panel as if the driver could hear us.

“I’m just saying.” I kissed her hand and held it in mine against my round pregnant belly. “I love you.”

The car came to a stop and we waited to be let out. I kept my hand around her waist as I led her up the stairs and rang the bell. Mom nabbed her as soon as the door opened and I didn’t see her again for another ten minutes. I made the rounds seeing faces I hadn’t in months and was relieved to see that there were no undesirables here.

“Looking for someone?” My nosy ass sister sidled up to me and whispered as we looked over the room.

“Nope.” I took a sip of champagne.

“She’s not coming. I went through mom’s guest list and did a purge.” I looked at her out the side of my eye.

“What or who the hell are you talking about?”

“You know damn good and well who, and you’re lucky I got ahold of it or you’d be knee deep in ex-slags.” She walked her nosy ass away and I exhaled. Annoying little sisters do have their uses after all.

I went in search of my wife who I’d been so worried about and got a shock. I came up short in the doorway to the kitchen where she was standing way too close to some fuck in a cheap monkey suit. The sight was so unexpected that it took me a minute to process. “What the fuck!”

“Oh, hi Sam, have you met Ryan?” Excuse me? Why the fuck was she laughing with this shill? I walked into the room and took my place beside my wife, giving the asshole the death glare. “Ryan is working his way through college, he spends his summers working for the catering company that’s here tonight.” Well la di fucking da. I barely nodded in his direction the smarmy fuck.

“We were just talking about the last Star Wars movie.” What the fuck? I didn’t even know she liked that shit. They talked over their favorite points of the movie series and all the while I wanted to hurt him. He moved onto the baby next and that was my cue. The fuck he needs to know about my kid?

I knew from his nervous reaction that he’d been hitting on my wife, she didn’t seem to notice, but I let him know that I was onto his shit without uttering a word.

I got her away from him as soon as I could without raising a stink, but I so badly wanted to punch him in his fucking face. “Don’t do that again.” I said the words through gritted teeth as we walked into the room where the guests were gathered.

“Do what?” Was that a grin?

“Don’t disappear with strange men.”

“Sam, I was in your mom’s kitchen, there’re like fifty people here. What could possibly go wrong?” She can’t be that green, wait a minute, yes she can. “I don’t want you alone with strange men okay.” Did I just say that?

“But why? We were just talking, he wasn’t even flirting.” Oh-ho, so that was a grin I saw.

“You playing me?” Good girl. “So tell me, what was the point?”

“No point, I was just having an innocent conversation with a very nice young man.” I can read between the lines. I know I’ve said the same thing or some variation to her a time or two and I have to say, I don’t fucking like it. “Come.”

“Where are we going?” I pulled her through the party goers inconspicuously and up the stairs to my old room.

“What are you doing? Your mom will be so mad.” She hush whispered as I hustled her little ass down the hallway.

“No, she won’t.” I pulled her into the room and locked the door behind us. I looked over to the bed before deciding that up against the door was perfect for her sassy ass. I just lifted her skirt, got to my knees, tore her panties in half, and gave her my mouth.

“Uh, Sam…” I ignored her and went to town on her pussy. I teased her pussy with quick sharp licks of my tongue before driving in deep again. Her fingers dug into my scalp painfully but I didn’t care. I teased her clit with my teeth before feeding my tongue to her greedy pussy.

Back and forth again and again, I tongue fucked her cunt until pussy juice coated the bottom half of my face. I ate at her until she came hard and fast and then got to my feet and fixed her dress. I shoved the torn scraps of her silk underwear into the pocket of my pants while she panted and fought for her next breath. “That’s to remind you who the fuck you belong to. Come.”

* * *

We mixed and mingled with the other partiers and I knew she was hungry. She was jumpy as a cat on a hot tin roof. I knew eating her pussy without feeding her dick afterwards would do that to her. Now I was the only thing on her mind. That little episode in the kitchen did give me room for thought though. If she felt half of what I did just now, each time she saw me talking to a woman, then I’d done her a great disservice by brushing away her feelings.

She’d made her point, got me to see things through her eyes. Now I know that though it had seemed innocent to me since I knew my own thoughts, and had no interest in any of the women who came on to me, it meant something else entirely to her. Never again.

I couldn’t keep my hands off her all night. When I wasn’t holding her around the waist and glaring at every man that got too close, I had a hand on her ass. She was being my brave little girl, but every once in a while she’d raise those eyes up to me, looking for reassurance, and my chest would swell. She’ll always need me, just as I’ll always need her.

“Let’s go home buttercup.” I whispered in her ear before taking a nibble. Mom will have a fit, but she’ll get over it. I needed my girl. In the last half hour I’d seen her come alive. She was more relaxed than I’d seen her at any other time when we were out together like this. Instead of standing off to the side like an outsider looking in on my life, she was a part of it. She was finding her place and that shit for some fucked up reason made me hot.

She didn’t argue, just put her hand in mine and followed me out the door. I helped her into the car with the security screen still in place and had her top down before we were out of park. She held my head in place as I sucked the milk from her tit, draining one before moving onto the other.

The zipper was in the back of her dress since she was on her back, so it was easier for me to pull it up over her belly so I could get to her heat. I had my cock out and in hand while she pulled her legs up around my middle. I rubbed my leaking cockhead up and down her slit getting it nice and wet to slip inside her heat.

She was still wet from my tonguing, or her pussy had stayed running in heat. “Wait.” I pulled back and bent my head between her thighs for another taste before I dirtied her up with my seed. She moved on my tongue, her back arched, mouth open in small gasps in between begging me to take her.

When I’d had my fill of her taste on my tongue I lifted up again and slid home. There as no give in the leather of the seat and I went deeper and deeper into her pussy. She loved it, and the raw sounds she made only heated up my libido.

I fucked her like that until my back started to ache from being in that position too long in this cramped space. I pulled her up and sat back in my seat, bringing her over my lap, with my cock still buried to the hilt in her pussy. “Ride my cock baby.” I went back to her tits and sucked her while holding her ass in my hands helping her to fuck herself on my cock.

She made a hissing sound when I fucked up into her and I thought I’d hurt her until I felt her pussy gush around my cockmeat. “Fuck yourself on my cock baby, take me as deep as you can.” I let her nipple pop out of my mouth long enough to say. She bit her lip in concentration and worked her sweet pussy on my cock.

“That’s my girl… ummmmmm, fuck….” She rocked her hips up and down, backward and forward until her pussy went tight and she grunted out her orgasm. “Sam…” I know that tone, very well. I figured we had another half an hour before we reached home, so I could give her what she wanted.

Dropping her nipple from my mouth, I took her head between my hands and kissed her hard. “Okay baby.” I helped her off my cock and put her on her knees on the seat across from us. I moved over and gave her my tongue from behind one more time, before lifting up and driving my cock into her.

She arched her back and pushed her pussy back hard while I held her tummy in my hand to make sure she didn’t hurt herself. My little exhibitionist loves fucking in the car and she always gets a little wilder when we do. I on the other hand was a mindless animal caught up in the heat and tightness of her cunt.

I fucked my cock into her hard and deep while she grabbed at the leather seat and grunted with each pounding stroke I put in her. When her head went back and her mouth fell open in a silent scream, I knew she was close again. Lowering my head I took the flesh of her neck between my teeth while I felt my seed begin to shoot off inside her quivering cunt.

Running my hands lovingly over her round tummy, I whispered into her ear as the last of my seed dripped into her. “I want to have lots and lots of babies with you buttercup. I want to keep you like this every fucking year and I don’t care how archaic that sounds.” Her pussy tightened and leaked around my cock in answer.

The End