“Your error was in thinking that a gentleman couldn’t be what you need, my love,” he said, letting his fingers stroke her nub. He strummed that spot, working far faster than his confident thrusts until Amy’s hands reached for the headboard to ground herself as she drifted entirely to sea on the waves of pleasure.
“That’s it, work your little puss on my cock, wife,” he said, “you’re taking me so well.”
Her mewls sounded like begging, and his fingers were relentless as something built deep inside. Words wouldn’t come; she simply had to accept the bliss as he stroked all the places on her body aching for him.
“You thought I wouldn’t give my wife everything?” he asked, holding her beneath the knees to drive within her deeply. She was spread and bared, his digits no longer rubbing her bump. She wanted to beg him to send her crashing into paroxysms, but she couldn’t fit the pleas in between her cries of satisfaction.
“What you didn’t know, Amy, is that a gentleman can be a daddy,” he said, his eyes gleaming as he returned that word to her after all this time. “Your daddy will take care of his little puss, won’t he?”
Her jaw opened of its own accord, and she felt a tremor deep within.
“That’s right, stroke your daddy’s cock with this tight little cunny,” he said, thrusting his hips relentlessly. My, all that labor on the home farm had certainly done his body good!
Erasmus slowed his strokes, and just when she gathered the words to complain, he asked, “Are you going to give Daddy another baby soon, or should we wait?”
Amy’s movements stopped. She hadn’t considered the ramifications of their lovemaking, at least not tonight, when the sensations and emotions proved so overwhelming.
“You’re nursing yet,” said Erasmus, fondling her nipple until it leaked drops of milk, “so it might take some time. Or it might not.”
She lay there, his thrusts languid as she mulled over what he was asking. Thought about how he was granting her a choice in the matter.
“I’ll make your cunny squeal either way,” he said wryly.
Amy laughed and let her fingers trail over her swollen breasts, touching her sensitive nipples. She relaxed around her husband’s thick cock and then squeezed it again. She thought of giving him another baby, how it would feel to have him beside her this time as she labored.
And mostly, she thought of how much she wanted his spend in her womb and channel, how desperately she needed to take his seed. She’d never known this about herself, how she liked her husband’s spend, but she now knew that the idea of it pumping within her made everything a little more delicious.
“Inside me,” she gasped, as Erasmus picked up speed. “I want it all inside me.”
“What’s that, Amy? What do you want inside?” he asked, a smirk coming over his face as he looked down at her.
“Your…”
Erasmus slowed.
“Your spend.”
“And where do you want it?”
“Inside.”
“Inside where, my love?”
“In my…in my hole. My womb.”
“And what are you going to do with all of that seed I’m going to pump in your hungry little cunny?”
“Make a baby. Maybe.”
“Now, you’re a very good girl, so I know you’ll keep it inside, won’t you? If I’m going to fill you, you have to do your part and hold it in.”
He was moving faster now, and her thighs shook where they clapped against his. She was so close to release, so desperately close to grasping something spectacular.
“It’s going to be hard to keep my loads inside this tight little puss,” he said, punctuating the top of each thrust with a snap of his hips, “but I’ll keep you in bed, spoiled, your legs lifted, with your tea delivered and all the help you need. And I’ll fill you up, as long as it takes until you swell with my baby again.”
Erasmus’s loving care never failed to make her heart beat faster, and this was no exception. She screamed into her hand as her channel worked around him in ways she couldn’t control and her whole body seemed to shake endlessly.
Her head, once filled with thoughts, went blank, and her vision darkened. She felt as though the soft mattress swallowed her and her bowing spine.
