It’s been over two days since I’ve tasted her pussy or been inside of her tight cunt, and I’m like a trapped bull in a cage at this point. The only time she and I aren’t all over each other is when we’re under doctor’s orders. I think the reason I don’t get so worked up then is because I know it’s about what’s best for her.
She is already cooking up our fifth. After our little girl, she gave us twin boys followed but another girl. Thank god this one is going to be a boy. I need more men in the house because our little girls look way too much like their mama. I’ll need all the help I can get.
“Gotta taste you,” I tell her as I grind my cock into her. She lets out a load moan. That has me stilling. My body tenses.
“I told Mike to send them to lunch,” she rushes to say. She knows I wouldn’t like anyone hearing those sweet sounds coming from her mouth. All of that belongs to me. When it comes to sharing my wife, I know I can be a bastard. Except when it comes to our kids, but they are an extension of her. We made them together and they’re always the exception to the rule. It’s why I was in the mood I was in, because when our little girl crawled into bed wanting her mommy to hold her, I couldn’t say no. I picked her up and put her right in the center of the bed between us.
“Smart girl. Wouldn’t want to have to spank your ass before I got my taste,” I warn her.
“As much as I love you spanking my ass, Daddy, I need your mouth now.” I look into her eyes and see the same need I’m feeling. She’s just different about showing hers. Where I come in here to work and can beat the shit out of things, she smiles on worrying about everyone else.
“I got you,” I tell her, kissing her again as I reach under her too-short dress to pull her panties from her. I remind myself to make sure to find this dress later and toss it or hide it until she doesn’t have a baby bump that makes the damn thing ride up, showing too much leg for my liking.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter when I feel her completely bare under the dress. I really should spank her ass right now, but first I need to taste her. Not just for me but now for her. I should have known she was aching as bad as I was.
I fall to my knees in front of her. “Hold it up for me,” I command. She reaches down, spreading her legs before lifting the dress to bare her pussy and small baby bump. I fight my belt, needing to free my cock as I lean in to get my taste of her. Something about seeing the small baby bump I put there and her pussy bare for my taking pushes me on harder.
I eat her like a starved man. I’m not happy with the first or second orgasm. I need a third and I’m going to get it before I let my dick find its home inside her. It doesn’t take me long to get her there.
I lay her down on the carpet. Her eyes can barely stay open now, but I know when I start to push inside of her she’ll be back with me. The sight of her so satisfied almost has me cumming before I can push inside of her. But I fight it off. I only want to release inside of her.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this woman, but I’ll spend the rest of my life worshiping her. Maybe I’m a bastard for the need I have for her. But can anyone blame me? She’s perfect. She can say all she wants about how I saved her that day, but I know the truth.
She was my savior. My reason for living. I will spend my life making sure she never regrets taking a chance on me, fighting for what we could have.
“I love you so damn much, baby,” I tell her as I push inside of her tightness and kiss her deeply. I know I’ll never let her go. Someone took her from me before and tried to lock me away from her, but no one can ever lock up the love I have for her. No one better even fucking try.
THE END