Page 31 of Since I First Laid Eyes On You

“Last time I wasn’t breeding my wife. I’m going to fucking roar my release.” I grab her and drag her to the sofa, pushing her on to her back and following her down, settling between her hips. Her dress has ridden up, giving me a clear view of her bare pussy.

“Fuck, baby,” I rasp. “Please don’t tell me you’ve been walking around like that all morning.”

“What if I have?”

"You know what happens when you’re bad,” I murmur, nuzzling behind her ear. It’s one of my favourite spots.

“And you know that’s exactly why I’m bad,” she breathes, her body arching into me.

“Oh, baby girl, you’re not going to like it when we get home.”

“Promise?” I can’t help the laugh that leaves me; she challenges me at every turn. I lift up from her and nod down to my fly.

“Take me out,” I demand. Her hands instantly fly to the button of my slacks, making quick work of undoing it and working the zipper down, freeing my aching cock. She squeezes me in her small grip, her hand sliding from root to tip. We both moan, desperate for each other. I swipe my fingers through her slit, finding her smooth pussy soaking wet and ready for me. With no preparation or warning, I ram my cock into her to the hilt. Her fist flies to her mouth, her teeth biting down on her flesh, silencing her cries of pleasure and pain.

“Rub that clit for me, baby, make yourself come, this is going to be fast.” Her fingers rub her clit in frantic circles while my hips thrust into her wet heat again and again, the sofa knocking into the wall with every hard stroke of my cock. I’m sure we can be heard outside of my office walls, but I’m beyond caring, the need to breed my wife taking over.

“Fuck, baby, tell me you're close,” I rasp, already feeling the tingling at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up, ready to spill inside her needy little cunt.

“So close, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she chants, her head thrashing on the couch cushions, her tight cunt rippling around my pistoningcock. My hand finds her throat, only applying a light pressure to her pulse point, but holding her firmly to the sofa.

“Come for me,” I demand. “Milk the cum from my cock, take it all, every fucking drop.” My words tip her over, her cunt tightening around me like a vice, making it almost impossible to thrust. I don’t need to though, my head falls forward, my teeth bite down on the fleshy part of her breast, silencing the roar that wants to leave me as she milks my orgasm from me. My seed shoots deep inside her tight walls, my cock pulsing again and again, filling her like I never have before, knowing exactly what it needs to do to knock her up. After what feels like a never-ending orgasm, I pull out of her tight heat, my cock covered in both of our releases. My fingers go straight to her pussy, pushing the cum that is trying to drip out of her back in. I quickly sit on the sofa next to her and angle her so her hips are raised on my lap, her legs resting over me, while her back remains flat on the sofa.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure my cum stays where it belongs.”

“Hmmm, you really do want me pregnant,” she smiles up at me, her expression drowsy with pleasure.

“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you’ve awoken. I’m going to be inside you all day, every day, until you’re swollen with my baby.” My hands find her stomach, rubbing over her skin. Imagining a child growing inside her, our child, feeling the kicks, seeing her body change.

“I can’t fucking wait,” I whisper, emotion clogging my throat, my voice hoarse.

“Me either, one won’t be enough though. Because the minute I see you holding our child, I’m going to want to do it all over again.”

I’m not a religious person, but I’m going to thank whoever I need, every day for the rest of my life for giving me this woman. The woman I love, the woman of my dreams, my soul mate.

The End