Page 42 of Adrian

I tap her knees. “Roll onto your back for me, Blair.”

She does as she’s told, still holding her knees, though I suspect it’s now out of fear of the unknown more than a desire to keep my come inside her. With one hand, I push her knees closer to her chest. “Open for me, baby.”

She parts them a few inches.

“Wider, Blair…” I warn. “I don’t think you want your pussy spanked first thing this morning.”

My wife whimpers at the suggestion. She’s truly kinkier than she thought. Hell, she’s surprising me. All I can do is toss out ideas and watch her reaction, but my princess gets hot and bothered at every single proposal.

I nearly fainted when she so eagerly creamed at the idea of me milking her. Now, she’s arching her body over the thought of having her pussy slapped. I’ll save that for another time, though.

The dildo is rubber and close to my skin color. It’s meant to resemble a real cock. The base is attached to straps, though. Without wasting time, I thrust the toy into my wife’s swollen pussy.

She arches harder and groans. “Adrian…”

“That’s it. Let it fill you. It’s going to stay in while we have breakfast to give my seed every possible chance to impregnate you.”

She’s panting and trembling as I adjust the straps around her waist and then fasten them, keeping the toy snug inside her. I intentionally leave her clit exposed. I don’t want anything rubbing against it and giving her unauthorized orgasms.

“Fuck, you’re sexy, princess.”

She lifts onto her elbows to look down at my work. “That’s obscene, Adrian.”

“You love it.” I kiss her.

“I feel ridiculous.”

“You feel sexy as fuck. Don’t lie.”

She drops onto the bed, not even bothering to close her legs.

It is obscene, and so damn sexy. I didn’t even realize what a dominant side I had. Not until I met the perfect woman who is strong enough to rule the world but also strong enough to let me rule the bedroom.

I bend over and kiss her again. “I’m going to go make breakfast.”

“You’re spoiling me.”

“That’s the plan.”

“I could cook, you know. Maybe I should cook for you.”

I shake my head. “We can discuss divvying up labor at some point, but I’ll always want to feed you, baby.”

“Can I take a shower?”

“Of course. But don’t remove the dildo.” I wink at her as I leave the room.

Part of me wishes I could stay here and stare at her all morning. I can’t guarantee we won’t end up back in bed in a few hours, fucking again, but first I need to feed my wife. We need fuel to keep up with our insatiable stamina.

I’m almost done making breakfast when Blair enters the room. She’s wearing one of my T-shirts once again. I turn toward her. “Lift the shirt, baby.”

She rolls her eyes as she follows my order. “Happy?”

“Yep. You look good wearing that strap-on.”

“I’m pretty sure a strap-on goes the other way and is meant for me to peg you.”

I laugh. “What a filthy mind you have. You’re going to wear it inside you after we fuck, so my come doesn’t leak out.”