Page 99 of Lord of Justice

Mindlessly, I pull up her hospital gown and kiss her smooth stomach. Now that I'm looking for it, I can see the swell of our babies. Laying my cheek against her skin, I picture our children growing inside her.

"I fucked two babies into you." I press my lips against her swelling stomach, between her breasts and along her throat to her lips. My veins are suddenly liquid fire and there is a primal surge running through me. "These beautiful babies, yours and mine."

She gasps, eyes wide. My wife's aroused and I'm going to take advantage of it. I press my lips hard against hers and she moans, biting my lower lip.

Pushing her gown higher, I lean back to admire her breasts. HowcouldI have missed this? Cupping them, I squeeze gently and her back arches. "They're bigger." Running my thumbs gently over her nipples, I enjoy her little moan. "More sensitive. Do you think you could come if I just sucked them?"

"I have already," she admits.

"Ah, that's right. I remember that night, your legs were wrapped around my thigh and you pushed my head down when I bit your nipple while pulling on the other." She gives a rapturous little shiver and suddenly I'm hard as steel.

She's hurt. We can't do this.

When I reluctantly pull away, Iris grabs my hand, pulling me back. "Don't you dare," she groans. "You can't stop." She slides my hand into her panties and now I groan, she's already wet and dripping for me.

"Malen'kiy tsvetok,you're hurt." Not that my dick seems to care.

"You're so sweet," she says, letting out a gasp that turns into a moan as I stroke my fingers over her nipples again. "I've ended up in worse shape from a cat fight at the sorority house. You won't hurt me."

There was a time I had rigid self-control. But it's stretched to a thread, and now it snaps. I bury my face between her breasts, squeezing and kissing them, biting her nipples, watching them turn from pink to rosy red.

I look at my beautiful wife, like she’s a buffet. Where do I begin?

"Lift your hips."

I draw down her panties, carefully avoiding thebruises on her legs, and spread her knees wide. Her luscious, swelling breasts are heaving with excitement.

She swallows hard. "Go ahead.Please."

Keeping my gaze on hers, I press my mouth against her pussy, swirling around her stiff clitoris, licking down to her opening and back again. I bite her swelling lips and thrust my tongue inside her. As I nibble very lightly on her clit, her nails dig into my hair. Chuckling against her sensitive center, I can feel her shiver, goosebumps rising on the smooth skin of her thighs.

Lifting my mouth just enough, I tell her, "Go ahead and pull my hair. You can't hurt me." When I slide two fingers inside her, she yanks my hair hard enough that I suspect I'll lose a chunk or two, and I could not care less. My mouth and chin are wet, licking into her, feeling her grow slicker for me.

"You're close, I can feel it." My hands travel back up to her breasts, playing with them, as I suck on her clit once more, hard. Then she comes, slapping her hand over her mouth, trying not to scream. "So good for me," I praise her hoarsely. "So sweet."

Iris yanks on my shirt, and I unbutton it hastily, throwing it aside and shedding my pants and boxers. Standing over her, stroking my hard dick,I try to figure out how I can be inside her without disturbing any of the equipment surrounding her. She grins at me shamelessly, pushing her knees wide and sliding her fingers over her pussy, spreading it open for me.

It's not a smooth moment. I'm too eager. She's too eager. I'm half insane with the need to get inside her. I find a way to pull her ass up gently as I slide inside her, kissing her as another loud moan escapes her lips.

"So fucking tight," I groan, dropping my forehead to her collarbone. I have to push slowly, carefully moving in and out. Slower than she likes and her hands go onto my ass and squeeze. "No matter how turned on you are, love, I can't pound into you. Not in this bed."

After a torturous minute of thrusting, I'm finally deep inside her, deep as I can get.

I lean on one arm as I thrust into her, wrapping her thigh around my forearm, holding her wide.

"You're going to have to relax, wife. You want me to fuck you, but this sweet, perfect pussy is squeezing me too tight. I will knock this bed across the room if I push any harder. Loosen up for me." I circle my hips, rubbing my pearls against her walls until I find the perfect angle that hits her G spot, she gasps, blindly grabbing my arms and holding on. "You're blazing inside,do you know?" I whisper. "The silky slip and slide inside you, how your channel flutters around my cock. I could do this forever.

"Your luscious tits, I'm going to squeeze them, and suck on them while you're carrying our children, biting these tender little nipples until they're red. I'll split you wide every day, stretch you, fuck you until I change the way you walk." I thrust harder, trying to find a centimeter more of room inside her. "Every day, wife. I fucked these babies into you. And I'm going to fuck you until they come out."

I chuckle deep in my chest, and she presses her breasts up against me, enjoying the rumble. "Don't stop," she groans. "I want to come again."

"Go ahead," I whisper. Taking her nipples between my thumb and forefingers, I tug on them gently at the same time. My little flowerlights up like a Roman candle. I have to slam my mouth down on hers as she screams into my kiss. Then I come too, flooding her, wrapping my arms around her, holding her tightly. I keep thrusting, pumping deep, filling her until our combined finish leaks out of her.

She's shaking, breathless and sweaty. So am I. I stay buried inside her until I think my legs can carry me again. "Mine," I say hoarsely. "Mine forever."

Her arms go around me, her fingers stroking my hair. "Always yours. And you are mine," Iris says with a tone of distinct satisfaction that makes me chuckle and kiss her gently before I carefully pull out, enjoying her little gasp. I tidy her up before I quickly get dressed.

The timing is so good that it's almost suspicious, because just moments later there's a knock on the door and Aunt Ella comes in, smiling brightly. As if it's a perfectly normal morning in the clinic.