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“Mark, she whimpers in my arms, her body shaking as she tries to come down from the instant heat we just exchanged.
“I know, baby. I know. It’s still here. I don’t want to take you right here for the first time in six months. I need you in our bed, under me, naked and wet. Did she miss me, Tiff? Did my pussy miss her favorite master?” She keens in the back of her throat and fuck my cock leaks. She has always been shy and innocent but the minute I started talking to her, she awakened. “I am done with this bullshit baby. You are coming home with me right now. I am going to fuck you until you can’t scream anymore, then I am going to spank the shit out of you for leaving instead of talking to me and then we are getting married and ready for our baby. I am not asking Tiff. I am telling you. Let’s go!”
Once I have gathered all the stuff, we are in the car driving to the house. The ride is different from the last time. This time instead of pain and apprehension, the space is filled with lust and once again love. Pulling up to the driveway, I park and get out, opening her door for her. This is the last time I will give her a choice or the semblance of one. I hold my hand out for her to take and hold bated breath until she does. We both know what her taking it means.
The air is suffocating as the need for one another clouds the space between us. I lead her into the house bypassing everything. I feel her struggling to keep up with me and I try to tell myself to slow down, but it is futile. Turning, I bend down and lift her into my arms. “Mark. I am too heavy. Put me down,” she squeaks, wiggling her plump ass in my arms.
“You are still tiny as hell, even with my baby girl in your stomach. I will always carry you, baby.” Her eyes water at my words.
“Oh, Mark.” We make it to the bedroom, and I place her on her feet, stepping back, giving myself a chance to calm down.
“Baby, I need you to take your clothes off for me. I want to strip you myself, but if I touch you I will lose control, and I am barely hanging on.” Her face heats up and I lick that heat from her cheeks. Kicking my shoes off, I watch as she removes her coat and then her sweater. “Christ.” I groan taking in her innocent white bra and the succulent tits practically spilling out of them. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to calm my cock down, but he knows his love is in the room. When I open them, she is standing with her hands covering them. “Don’t hide from me, Tiff. I want to see every inch of you, baby. Jesus. They look bigger.” I can’t help my drooling, needy observation.
“They are,” she says, hiding her face.
“Take off the rest.” My voice is so hoarse and gritty that I almost don’t recognize it. It’s laden with a primal, desolate need from being deprived of her very essence for so long. Her bra falls to the floor, and I want to follow it to my knees as her rosy, pink nipples, swollen from the pregnancy, antagonize me, teasing me, begging me to suck them, taste them, mark them. I wipe the sweat from my forehead. “Oh fuck. Oh shit,” I chant, dropping my pants and pulling my shirt off. “Lay on the bed, baby. I need to taste you first. I miss my favorite cream.”
She moans, her eyes becoming heavy with desire. I am going to dive into her cunt and soak it into my skin, but her tits are gorgeous and plump. Christ. It’s a wonder men get anything done when their women are pregnant. They are like potent sex kittens, swollen and supple. My tongue laves her nipple while pinching the other. She gasps when I bite it slightly before licking and sucking it again. “Oh God, Mark.” She smashes my head further into her chest. “They are so sensitive.” She pushes her chest out.
“They taste the same, baby. Like mine.” I suck them one after the other for a few more minutes before kissing each one once more, and then moving down her body. I take a second to kiss my daughter and lay my head on her stomach over the beating heart inside of her thanking God for this beautiful life.
When I get to the apex of her thighs, I sniff, inhaling her intoxicating bouquet. Her thighs are shiny and glossy. I run my finger through the honey bringing it to my mouth holding her eyes and I suck it off. “So much sweeter, baby. My daughter has added more sugar to your pussy, huh.” I run my knuckle through her folds. Her back arches as she closes her eyes and moans my name. “Can’t wait huh, greedy girl?” I drag her closer to the edge of the bed and bring her to my mouth. Blowing air on her ripe, thirsty cunt our eyes meet in a hooded gaze. My mouth lowers slowly before my tongue splits her lips and her honey coats my lips like lip balm.
