Rocking my hips back and forth, I fucked his hand. My desire and enthusiasm were driving my husband wild. Pushing down my top with his free hand, he kissed and licked my breasts, burying his face into my cleavage.
My pussy was tightening around his fingers as my orgasm built. Losing control, I rocked harder, feeling the hardness of his fingers inside me and pressing my breasts to his face. Tanner could barely breathe, but he was too lost in desperation to care. Pulling one of my nipples between his lips, he sucked so hard I knew it would leave a mark. But the feeling was enough to push me over the edge.
“Oh! Coach Cutie!” I moaned as I came all over his hand.
Tanner sat back, startled. The look on his face was so annoyed that I had to laugh.
“Really?” he asked me with one eyebrow raised. I laughed in reply. “Oh, you are going to get it!”
He dumped me on my face on the seat next to us and was instantly pushing up my skirt. Blinded by white silk, I leaned down with my butt up in the air anticipating my punishment. The first spank felt terrific. Tanner rubbed my ass cheek after, mixing the sting with gentle cresses.
After the next spank, as I felt the sting reside, I could hear Tanner unzipping his pants. My legs started to shake. I was holding my breath, ready for our joining.
The first touch of his long, hard cock against my pussy was a slide of his full length against my lower lips. It was just a brush, but it was enough to make my mouth water. Next, he rubbed his cockhead up and down my lips, then around my swollen clit. The feeling was intense, but I bucked my hips, begging that he stop teasing and give me what I wanted.
He did. With another spank stinging my ass, Tanner pushed into my pussy hard and fast, taking me as his wife in one quick move. The thrust was so hard, my face was pressed into the seat in front of me. But I was finally full and happy.
My head kept hitting the seat as Tanner started pumping me hard. My face was still buried in my skirts. It was rough, demanding sex. It made me feel wanted and hotter than an inferno.
As each inch of his hard cock pulled in and out of me, I started gasping at the feeling of friction. The rubbing caused my pussy to tighten in anticipation of what was to come.
“I want your seed,” I gasped. “I want to carry your baby.”
To my surprise, my husband stopped. He pulled out, grabbed me by the waist, and flipped me over. Pulling my skirts down from my face, he looked into my eyes.
“What?”
I giggled. “I want to carry your baby, Tanner.”
He smiled so hard he almost blushed. His lips met mine in a hard kiss as he spread my thighs and pushed into me again.
Hard, fast thrusts made me pant against his lips. But my husband’s mouth never left mine. He kissed me harder as we came together, and his seed poured into my womb.
We were officially man and wife, connected forever by our love. I couldn’t be happier.THE END