“Merry Christmas, baby,” Gray whispers into my neck, placing kisses behind my ear. But I can’t respond; I’m frozen in place, staring at the most gorgeous ring I’ve ever seen. It’s a classic cushion cut halo ring, and it’s fucking massive. It must be about four carats and it’s on my finger. Gray rises onto his elbow behind me and leans over, staring into my face.
“You okay there?” He smirks. I pry my eyes away from the ring and look at him.
“Is this… are you… what?” I’m not making any sense, I’m totally aware of it, but I can’t get the words I want to say to form in my head.
“Is this me asking you to marry me? Is that what you wanted to say?” He laughs and I can only nod in response.
“No,” he states. “I’m not asking, because you don’t have a choice in the matter. You’re marrying me, you’re giving me babies and you’re spending the rest of your life with me.” It’s bossy, it’s domineering, it’s an asshole way to ask someone to marry you. Most women would probably pull the ring off their finger and chuck it. However, for me, for us, it’s absolutely perfect.
“Yes,” I whisper. He might not be asking, but I still need him to know this is what I want.
“You have until the end of April.” My brow creases in confusion. What is he talking about? April for what?
“To marry me,” he adds, clearly reading my confusion. “You can have whatever you want, my only requirement is you do it soon. The sooner you marry me, the sooner I can fuck my baby into you.” With that he rolls me on to my back and braces himself over me.
“Now, I hope you weren’t planning on doing anything this Christmas, because I plan on spending the day buried inside my future wife.”
***
6 months later
Grayson
I walk into my office after being out at meetings all morning to find my wife curled up on my chair reading a book. Ever since she started working for my firm, we spend every lunch together in my office. The blinds of course stay down, no one else needs to see me balls deep inside my wife while we eat our lunch. I spend every moment I can inside her. I’ve always had a high sex drive, but with Paige it’s out of control, she’s constantly dripping with my cum.
“What smutty story are you reading this time?” My wife likes her books spicy and I am more than happy to try all the things she reads about. It’s made for some very interesting bedroom activities; well, not just the bedroom.
She smirks at me, must be a good one. “It’s a why choose.”
“Why what?”
“Why choose,” she repeats. “It means the girl has more than one guy at the same time.” I can’t help the snort that leaves me.
“Ah, yeah, that’s not going to happen.”
“What’s not?” She laughs.
“You want both your holes filled, baby? I’ll be the one to do it.” And I’ll enjoy it immensely. In fact, I don’t know why we haven’t done it before now.
“Gray, you have a magic cock, but even you can’t fill both at once.”
“It’s called a dildo, baby, and I’d get a replica of mine made. So yeah, I will fill both your holes, if that’s what you want.”
“Hmmm, yes please.” Her pupils are dilated, yeah, she wants that as much as I do. “Right now, however, why don’t you come over here and fill one.” She puts her book down and spreads her legs.
“Which one?” I start walking towards her. My wife gave me her anal virginity on our wedding night, and just like I knew she would, she loved it.
“The one that makes a baby.” I pause in my approach, cocking my head I stare at my wife. “Are you going to just stand there or are you going to fill up your wife? Your fertile wife.”Fuck. We’ve spoken about it and I know she wants to be a young mum, but is she telling me she’s off birth control?
“I need more than that, baby. Tell me exactly what it is you're implying.” She rises from my desk chair and saunters towards me, hips swaying.
“I’m off the pill.” My cock hardens instantly. “I think it’s time you bred your wife.”
Fucking hell. She knows exactly what those words do to me. We’ve discovered I definitely have a breeding kink and the thought of fucking her now; knowing I could get her pregnant, has me leaking in my slacks.
“You tell me this now, when we have to be quiet?” I groan. She reaches down and squeezes my hard cock through my trousers. My head drops back, my hips thrusting into her grip.
“You’ll just have to bite down on me again when you come, you know that worked last time.”
