Page 44 of His Princess

“Baby girl, are you going to come just from my thigh and words?” I teased quietly, licking the shell of his ear and sucking at the top of it. “Are you that worked up?”

“I missed you today, Daddy,” he whispered desperately, voice strained. He rolled his hips in a particularly long move, his very hard cock sliding along my thigh. “You were all I could think about. Just wanted you so bad.”

I chuckled and scraped my nails over his scalp this time. Pleasure curled in my stomach, the intimate sensations of need and desire snaking their way through me and making my hard-on twitch in anticipation. “Don’t come, Princess. I want to be inside you.”

He groaned and whimpered. “Please, Daddy.”

I grasped his arm and tugged him hard, throwing him over the back of the couch. He yowled like an injured animal—or maybe a bitch in heat—and spread his legs. I didn’t waste any time, my cock throbbing with the kind of lust that I only felt around Quin.

“Stay,” I ordered, leaving him to stalk back to my den and grab the lube I had stashed there. When I came back, he was exactly where I’d left him. I shoved up the skirt of his dress and growled at the sight of his black lace see-through panties. Grabbing them, I yanked them down his ass to his knees before I did the same to my pants and underwear, leaving them around the bottom half of my legs.

Desperation and hunger for Quin had me prepping him as quickly as I could while also taking the time to make sure he was stretched enough that I wouldn’t hurt him. His pretty pussy took three fingers before he was begging me to fuck him.

“Please, Husband. I need your cum so bad, want to feel it dripping down my thighs.” He threw me a pout over his shoulder, and my cock jerked.

“Fuck.” I fumbled with the lube as I slicked up and used the leftovers to wipe over his asshole. I threw the bottle onto the couch and lined up. With a growl, I pushed into him, and we both groaned when it took almost no time for me to bottom out because of how loose he was. He rocked his ass back, the curvy cheeks slapping against my hips.

“Matt, please. Please, I need you. Fill my pussy up.”

I blanketed his back with my chest and grabbed his face, turning it so I could kiss his already swollen lips. “You want your husband to knock you up, baby girl? Get you nice and full so we can grow a baby in your tummy?”

“Yes! I want that so bad, Matt. I’ve been so good all day, just want you like this. Please move. I need to feel you.” He spread his legs farther.

“Want me to fill your pussy to the brim, sweetheart?” I kissed up his cheek and nipped at the top of his ear before I began to move. My thrusts were rough and unrelenting, and the only sounds in the living room were our groans and grunts and the noise of skin slapping. The fuck was fast and dirty, and his tightness consumed me in more ways than just physical.

Emotionally, he had a grip on my heart and was strangling it until I had nothing but love and need for him. I wanted him sleeping beside me for the rest of my life. I needed him to be there for me when I got home after a hard day at work. He was the air I breathed and without him, I would choke.

“Please,” he begged, sobbing. “Please fill my pussy.” He reached behind to grab my ass, nails digging into the flesh. “So good, Husband. You’re so good at this.”

I cursed and pounded into him, my balls slapping against his. “So close, Princess. Come for me. Come for your husband.”

“Uhhhh.” The sound he let out was sinful, and he grabbed his cock, giving it a couple of strokes before he clenched around me. He keened, throwing his head back against my shoulder. “Matt. Matt!”

I wasn’t far behind him. A few more thrusts were all it took before my orgasm ripped through me, and I came deep inside him. I stilled, cursed some more, and trembled through my release until it spilled out from the sides of my cock and down his perineum.

I collapsed against his back, forehead pressed between his shoulder blades, panting. “Fuck. That was so good, baby girl. You’re perfect.”

He chuckled. “I’ve been thinking about that all day.”

“Yeah?” I kissed the middle of his back, hating that I couldn’t touch my lips to bare skin. “I need to get you naked in the bed.”

Someone cleared their throat, and immediately, I tensed. I pulled out of him and grabbed my pants, yanking them up until I wasn’t bare assed, and then I flipped down his dress as Quin jerked up straight. He glanced down at his underwear where they’d fallen to the floor around his feet. We both turned at the same time, our stares meeting Bethany’s.

She pursed her mouth from where she stood at the door of the living room, eyes dark as she glanced between us slowly. “Well, that would explain why you didn’t hear me come in and call your name, husband.”

“Mom?” Quin gaped at her, mouth flushed from my kisses. A blush spread over his cheeks. He tugged at the bottom of his dress as though the action would suddenly make it longer.

I clenched my teeth together. “Bethany. What are you doing back?”

She raised her eyebrows at me and crossed her arms under her breasts, shoving them up higher in her low-cut top. “I was coming home to surprise my husband, but it looks like I’m the one who got the surprise.”

I snorted. “About four months after you left? Wait, no, almost five. How considerate of you. While you’re here, you can sign the divorce papers my lawyer provided me.”

Her eyes widened and her arms dropped as she stamped her foot. “Excuse me?”

My mouth curled into a smirk. “You heard me.”

She laughed then, shifting to glare at Quin where he was cuddled against my side. “I turn my back, and then my own son screws my husband.”

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