Gritting my teeth as he presses the tip of his cock against my pussy, I grunt as he simply rams it in with one single thrust. His shaft slides inside of me easily, his tip going all the way in and pressing against my inner walls in a mind numbing way. Guided by instinct, I start to rock my body back and forth, his length going in and out of my pussy at a rhythm set by me.
Of course, soon enough I start to go so fast I can’t keep going - he takes the lead then, his finger curling on my hips and pulling me in as he slams his cock hard, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again. Adding to the symphony of flesh on flesh, he smacks my ass cheeks with the back of his hand, the dry sound hitting my eardrums like a gunshot. He does it over and over again, his long finger meeting my buttocks harshly and driving me utter and completely insane.
My arms grow weak and I go down to my elbows, my head going down between my shoulders as I breathe out with a groan. I’m on the verge of simply collapsing, but I still resist, fighting hard to survive the incoming wave of pleasure. I can already feel it looming on the horizon of my mind, its presence like an imposing omen of chaos and ecstasy. Each thrust of his is like a step toward the storm, and it doesn’t take long for a chaos of the senses to start raining down on me.
As I feel myself close to the edge, he starts to go so hard his thighs smack my ass harshly enough to leave a mark. His cock pulses inside of me and, knowing he’s as close to the edge as I am, I can’t hold back - I scream like a banshee, my fingers curling so hard against the sheets my knuckles turn white. He comes at the same time, his cock spasming inside of me and kicking against my inner walls.
In a heartbeat, I feel his cum filling me, each spasm of his cock a new wave of warm semen. Gripping my hips tightly, he holds me in place as he shoots his endless load inside of me, strands of it already dripping down my thighs and falling on top of the sheets, staining them.
Not even knowing what I’m doing, I fight against his hold and move forward, his cock sliding out of me in an instant. It keeps gushing out in a stream, his warm juices flying straight onto my naked skin. Ropes of cum hit me across the back and, as I turn, straight onto my chest. I move closer to him, immediately grabbing his cock and stroking him as he spurts out his load. With my mouth open wide, I aim his stream at my face, letting his semen cover me as if I were a wax figure. He keeps cumming for what seems like an eternity, thick ropes of sticky cum flying straight onto my face and dripping down to my neck and breasts, completely blanketing me.
When it finally ends, I close my mouth and swallow his salty juices, letting them caress my throat on the way down. He simply looks at me, breathing hard as I take two fingers to my breasts and scoop all the cum that I can, taking it to my mouth. I slide the fingers inside my mouth and suck them dry, a hint of a grin on my lips as I return his gaze.
“I want this everyday,” I say between breaths, my heart racing so fast I think it might just explode. “Every single day, Liam.”
He says nothing. He simply leans into me and lays his lips against mine, a few drops of cum going from my mouth to his. With a smile, he runs his hand over my face and tucks a stray lock of hair over my ear.
“Of course. It’s not like we have any other option,” he tells me, his smile becoming wider and kinder. “I love you, Cara. You’re all that matters to me… And I promise you, just like I told you, I’ll make you the happiest woman on Earth.” His smile then turns into a grin, and he continues, “and yes, you’ll have this, every single day for the rest of my life. I promise you.”
Ah, love - it’s real, after all.
Liam
One year later.
I sit back in my chair at my parents’ formal dining table and wipe the tears from my eyes, trying to rein in my laughter at the story Cara’s mother is telling about when Cara was a little girl at a restaurant. Apparently, she’s always had a naughty streak because little five-year-old Cara liked to run around in nothing but red cowboy boots.
I lean into my wife and nibble at her ear. “Maybe you can take a trip down memory lane with me later?” I wiggle my eyebrows and lower my voice. “I think I could get down with fucking you while you wore nothing but cowboy boots. Maybe you can even lasso me up and tie me to the bed.”
Cara gives me a shocked look like she can’t believe I’m sitting here talking about fucking her in front of my parents and her mother, but I can see the idea gets her excited.
I let my breath tease her neck as I tangle my hand in her hair and continue to whisper. “I bet you're wet for me right now, aren’t you?”
I know if I snuck my hand under the tablecloth and up her dress, she’d be dripping. And it only makes me want to dive in for a taste. Dinner’s over—it’s time for dessert. And her pussy is my favorite kind.
“Oh my god, Liam,” she says softly, her hands resting on her stomach while her breasts heave with her suddenly panting breath.
I chuckle. It’s been even easier than normal to get her wet and ready since her pregnancy hormones have kicked in. And I have to say, Cara pregnant with my child is such a fucking turn on. I want to put a baby in her every chance I get now. She’s so fucking hot, and lately, she’s been insatiable in the bedroom. I have zero complaints.
“All right, you two,” my dad says, amusement in his eyes. “Knock it off over there or you’re going to inspire me to take your mother upstairs a bit early.”
I groan loudly. “Fuck, Dad. That is not an image I want in my head.”
He just laughs. I feel like I want to disappear in my seat when my mom looks at him with obvious lust in her eyes. And I swear to all things holy that her hand is most definitely in his lap.
Ugh. Fucking awkward as hell. But I have to admit, the old man still has it. He’s a fucking silver fox, and I know I come by charm naturally. His heart attack hasn’t seemed to put a wrench in their sex life, that much is clear.
“So,” I say, clearing my throat and glancing pointedly at Cara’s mom. Though I think she’s grown pretty used to my father by now. In fact, I think she finds him charming. I don’t even know. “Moving on…”
I look at Cara with my eyebrow arched, asking silently if she’s ready for our announcement. She nods happily, and I slip my hand into hers, intertwining our fingers.
“We have an announcement,” I say with a grin.
My mom’s hand reappears on top of the table. Thank fuck.
I look from my parents to Cara’s mom, and they’re all watching me in anticipation.
“We’ve decided on a name for the baby.”