“No fuck me.” Her mouth; she was still the little innocent I’d first taken to my bed when we were outside these bedroom walls, but once those doors were closed and it was just her and I, she became my wild little butterfly.
I can’t imagine how she’d been able to keep all that passion contained while I was being an ass. She’s noisy, bossy and greedy in bed. But instead of being wary of this side of her, I now celebrate it.
She dug her nails deeper into my ass and pulled me into her. That combined with her words and what she was doing to me with her pussy muscles were fast working to break down my resistance.
“You asked for it.” I spread her legs up and over my shoulders, bending her in half with her nipple in my mouth. Her milk was sweet and warm and my cock grew harder, longer as I started to deep stroke her.
“Oh yes, yes, fuck me harder Jonas.” She knew those words would drive me crazy, knew they would make me lose what little control I had left and she kept up her mantra. Telling me with whispers how she wanted me to take her.
I had to clap my hand over her mouth when she screamed her climax so that she didn’t wake the baby. I didn’t stop fucking even when she came on my cock and her juices ran down to my balls. “Again.” Her milk sprayed out onto her chest and my chin when I let her nipple slip from my mouth.
I cleaned her up and suckled her some more, being sure to leave enough for my little girl. I changed breasts, and kept up my steady pounding, going harder the more I realized that I wasn’t hurting her. My cock was harder than it had ever been and though I felt my nuts draw up in preparation to cum, I wasn’t close to done.
“I want you from behind, hurry.” I pulled out and practically threw her to her hands and knees before slamming back into her. Her scream almost gave me a heart attack until she threw her head back and fucked herself hard on my cock. She wasn’t hurt.
She egged me on with the wild thrashing movements of her ass and her filthy words. I left her nipples alone and switched my attention to her clit, squeezing it gently between the fingers of one hand while running the other up and down her tummy. Using that hand to pull her back onto my cock.
“I’m cumming are you safe?” She nodded her head yes and begged me not to pull out. Not that I could even if I wanted to, I was too far gone. I pumped my seed into her, emptying what felt like a year’s worth of jizz deep into her belly.
I wrapped my arms around her and took us both down to the mattress before turning us on our sides, our bodies still joined, our breathing erratic. “Sleep baby, I’ll wake you when she gets up.” I listened as her breathing evened out. I must’ve really wiped her out because she didn’t put up an argument.
I kissed her ear and held her closer as my softening cock started to slip out of her. I wasn’t ready to give up the warm cocoon of her sex so I pushed back in and used the warmth of her tit in my hand to get my cock growing again. I slid back and forth as softly as I could so as not to wake her as my cock grew to its full length inside her again.
She needed her rest and I needed her, I was killing two birds with one stone. It wasn’t like it was the first time I’d taken her while she slept. Coming on to the end of her pregnancy, she’d been greedier than usual and I couldn’t seem to get enough of her ripe body. The fact that my seed was growing inside her kept me in a constant state of arousal and she’d spent many a day on her hands and knees on the carpeted floor in my office.
Now I eased in and out of her as I nuzzled her ear and caressed her nipple making sure not to squeeze too hard. I’d taken most of her milk already, had to leave something for my baby girl, who according to the clock should be up in another half an hour or so.
She pushed back against me in her sleep and I went deeper. A mixture of her juices and mine frothed around my cock as I fucked into her nice and slow. “I want to give you another baby.” I whispered the words to her sleeping form and the thought made me want to pound her pussy hard, but I held myself in check.
Still the seed had been planted and suddenly it seemed like the most perfect idea. Why not? She loved carrying my child and I absolutely adored watching her body grow with part of me inside her. I nipped her ear lightly as my own thoughts worked against me. Long before I was ready to, I shot off inside her.
Then I laid there and plotted her breeding. I smiled as I cuddled her and let my mind wander. We’d certainly come a long way since that morning I’d run her to ground on the Carolina shore.
In the last year and a half, I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been since the day I held my son minutes after his birth.
Out of respect for my new family, I try not to dwell on my past, but my very understanding wife has made my son a part of our lives.
She remembered his birthday, she has a picture of him in his baby sister’s room, and every weekend we go to the cemetery to leave him a new stuff animal that she found while out shopping for the baby, or some other little thing that would bring joy to a little boy.
She helped me get over most of the grief, though it will never be completely gone. I refuse though, after the first time she dragged me there, to visit my first wife’s resting place. It had taken me falling in love with Thalia to put away the hurt of betrayal, to trust again.
She was nothing like Cynthia, and I’ve spent everyday since the day I first told her that I love her, trying to make up for our rocky start. When I think about that contract now, I’m almost ashamed. Not so much about the contract, but some of the things I’d asked of her. I’d made her pay for someone else’s fuck-ups.
Even when it killed me to leave her, to be away from her, I’d forced myself to keep her at arm’s length. In my stupidity, my quest not to give too much of myself, I’d almost lost her and my child, my beautiful little Cristabella.
She was perfect, my wife. And once I’d put the stupid contract and my idiotic rules aside, I’d come to learn and love her even more than I ever thought possible.
If there is such a thing as a soul mate she’s mine. I’ve never felt more complete, more worthwhile than I do now. She and our daughter are the best part of my day, everyday. No matter what else is going on in my life, the business, which was flourishing, the millions I make. None of it comes close to what those two bring to me.
She sighed in her sleep and murmured my name. “I’m right here baby.” I kissed her ear and waited in the dark for my daughter’s cry.
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