Her All Along

Her breasts were…spectacular…but sensitive and sore and achy, and therefore, sadly, out of commission for now. Or rather, strictly reserved for our daughter. So, Pipsqueak had to lie fairly still when we fucked.

“Like this, from behind.”

I was good with that. It was one of my favored positions to finger her in. After sliding down her panties, I kissed her shoulder and slipped a hand between her legs. That first tremor that ran through her body when I touched her never failed to turn me on.

My desire for my Pipsqueak was amplified by thoughts of creating another child with her. I remembered when she’d started showing with Hazel… Christ, I hadn’t been able to stop watching her, touching her, taking her, worshiping her.

Elise moaned under her breath as I fingered her slowly, coaxing more and more wetness from her, and she kept pushing her ass against my cock. The arch of her spine was a goddamn work of art. Every dip, every curve.

I blew out a breath and felt the urgency rise within me.

As soon as she pleaded for me, I withdrew my hand and guided my cock between her thighs. Then I pushed all the way in and stifled a groan against her shoulder.

Elise sucked in a harsh breath, the kind that told me she needed a second to adjust because it stung, and it was a sound she never held back because she knew how much her caveman of a husband got off on it. Which reminded me…

“It’s been a while since you marked me, baby girl,” I gave the spot below her ear a sharp nip.

She whimpered and swiveled her hips to meet every thrust I gave her, and she slid a hand behind her to reach my back. “How horrible of me. Maybe we should make a trade…?”

I was up for any dirty suggestion she had in her repertoire.

“Lay it on me.” I picked up the pace and hooked my arm under her leg. The new angle allowed me to go even deeper, and I groaned as I forced my cock into her wet, warm, tight pussy.

She buried her face in her pillow and let out a soft, pleading, keening sound.

Fuck. She felt too good. She always did.

I didn’t want her to get pregnant right away, solely for the reason that I loved turning every round of sex into a possibility of knocking her up. It was indescribable to think, to remind myself, right before I came in her, that maybe this was the time that did it. Maybe this time, I was putting a baby in her.

“You give me a mark now…” She panted. “And I’ll give you one tomorrow in the shower.”

God yes. Our quickies in the shower were another favorite. We went rough, hard, fast, and usually with her back pushed up against the wall and her fingers digging into my shoulder blades.

“Deal.” With my arm locked under her knee, I snuck my hand between her thighs and touched her roughly. I squeezed the fleshy part of her thigh, screwed my eyes shut, and began fucking her harder.

The pleasure pooled lower and lower, each forceful thrust pushing me toward orgasm. Her dirty mind was my constant fuel and reassurance. Carnal was our way, and I never had to feel guilty for turning into a savage around her. For wanting to stake my claim and own her.

She cried out into her pillow and started shaking when I spanked her clit. She was so fucking beautiful, all flushed and needy and struggling to keep the filthy little animal in her restrained. That part of her would be unleashed next time we had a babysitter, and I couldn’t fucking wait.

“Come around my cock, baby,” I ordered under my breath, my muscles protesting.

“Almost there,” she mewled. “Oh fuck… Please—harder, Mister.”

I rubbed her clit in persistent strokes and slammed myself into her as quickly as I could, and the second she started falling apart, I could let go. My climax washed over me. Elise went rigid, and I had to force her leg to stay up with a bruising grip. I felt my cock throb with each release that pulsed out of me, and that voice in the back of my head rasped, breed her, fill her, get her pregnant again.

It took every bit of self-control not to get too loud.

Holy fuck.

Afterward, we were a panting mess of listless limbs and shivers.

Elise rolled over and tucked herself into my arms, and I hugged her tightly.

“I love you,” she croaked.

“Love you,” was about all I could muster in response. I swallowed dryly and hoped my heart rate would return to normal soon. Jesus Christ.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you let me do that for you?” I watched with a frown while Pipsqueak prepared our breakfast. “You can sit here and feed the baby.”