“I love you,” I respond, sated and heavy.
Without dislodging from me, he leans over the edge of the bed to grab something.
I giggle when he holds it up between us. It’s one of my own toys. A thick cock with straps. I’ve sometimes used it when I wanted to be filled without having to hold something inside me. It’s not as large as my man, but it’s close.
I whimper. “I’m way too sensitive for you to put that in me, Brody.”
He eases out of me, rises onto his knees, and immediately fills me with the dildo.
I arch my chest and moan as he fastens the straps around my thighs. I’m too exhausted to close my legs. I lie here helplessly, spread open, my pussy soaked, my man’s come forced deep inside me.
When he’s satisfied that his seed is not going to escape, he strokes my clit.
I find the energy to lift my hands and swat at his forearm. “Too sensitive.”
He shakes his head. “One more for me, baby. I want to watch you.”
I can’t seem to lift my knees. Within seconds, I’m on the edge yet again. How does he do this to me?
“That’s my beautiful girl. Come again. Let your body accept my semen. You’re so full of my seed. Think about it, swimming toward your uterus. Think about the baby that will soon grow inside you. Our baby.”
I moan as he continues to torment my clit. I can’t believe my arousal comes back to life, my clit pulsing greedily against his fingers. I’m going to come again with the dildo inside me and his sperm racing to find an egg.
The crazy thing is I’m probably ovulating. Getting married a week earlier than he’s suggested has undoubtedly worked in his favor. I haven’t told him that, but I’ve accepted the fact that a few weeks from now, he’s going to kneel between my legs and hold a pregnancy test under the flow of my urine.
The visualization sends me careening toward another orgasm. My man gets his wish. I come again, shuddering violently around the rubber cock and my husband’s fingers.
I’m not even a little bit surprised when he scoops me up and carries me into the bathroom. He sits me on the toilet and sets his hands on my thighs. “Pee, little pixie, and then I’ll let you rest, but only for a while.”
I’m trembling. This is so intimate. Not only is he going to literally watch me urinate, but my cunt is plugged.
He strokes my inner thighs with his thumbs, waiting for me to submit, and it doesn’t take long for him to get his wish because I’ll never be able to deny my man anything.
“Good girl.” He kisses my forehead. “Spread your thighs wider and don’t move.”
I obey him as he wets a washcloth. Then he’s back between my legs, gently cleaning me up. The bulk of his come is plugged inside me, but he makes sure my thighs are not sticky.
When he’s satisfied, he takes care of himself, too. I watch, fascinated by the fact that his cock is still fully erect.
The air whooshes from my lungs when he picks me up to carry me into our bedroom. He settles me in the middle of the bed, turns out the lights, and climbs in to spoon me.
He pats my thigh. His lips come to my ear, and he whispers, “Bend your knees, baby. Keep them pressed together while you sleep. Don’t let any of my come leak out of you.”
I shudder as I obey him. I can’t believe I’m married. Not only that, but to the bossiest man on the planet who insists on doing everything in his power to impregnate me as fast as possible.
My clit is still throbbing. Pressing my legs together doesn’t help. The thick rubber cock inside me is keeping me turned on.
Brody kisses my neck and settles in tight against my back. His shaft is still hard, resting against my bottom. He cups my breast and thumbs my nipple. “These are going to be sore soon,” he whispers. “I’ll know when you’re pregnant because you’ll wince when I grip them.”
My breath hitches as he gives a demonstrative squeeze.
He keeps going, his breath warming me, tickling my neck, keeping me aroused. “They’ll start to swell, and your nipples will fill out.” He pinches one.
I moan.
“I can’t wait to watch your body change while our baby grows inside you.”
“Brody…” Damn, he’s good with words.
