Tired? She doesn’t look tired at all. My wife looks sexy. I love how she looks all covered in sweat fresh out of the sauna.
“More like a sexy MILF whose toes I want to suck,” I tell her, beckoning for Keyshawn to bring her fine ass over to me.
“I don’t trust you anywhere near my toes after the last thing you did.”
I chuckle and take my wife’s hands, pressing them to my lips. She melts when I hold her, which makes it that much harder to let go of her.
“Do you trust me to take you up to our bedroom right now?”
“Bedroom and not the playroom?”
“I was serious about another baby,” I whisper, my dick growing in my pants at just the thought of getting Keyshawn pregnant again. She looks incredible when her tummy swells with my seed and all the fun it takes to get her pregnant keeps me busy cooking up situations to get her away from our kid and strip her clothes off.
Our chemistry hasn’t died down even for a single day. I loved her the second my cock touched her lips, which doesn’t sound romantic from the outside but given the strange situation we were both in… my body just knew this woman was meant for me.
It doesn’t take me long to hike her ass cheeks up on the bathroom sink and spread Keyshawn’s thighs wide open so she can take my dick inside her. She tastes like honey when I kiss her neck so I don’t do too much playing around with Keyshawn’s tightness or her bruised ass before I slide all the way inside her.
“You feel so good, baby,” I whisper as I bury my cock inside my wife. Keyshawn grips my shoulders with trusting tenderness. She knows she can depend on me to stay balanced as I pump her tightness full of my cum. My fingers sink into Keyshawn’s ample ass cheeks and she moans as I tease her tender bruises with my tight squeeze.
“I’ll go all night if that’s what it takes to make you cum,” I whisper. “Because you’re not taking that birth control anymore… I’m done with that shit.”
“Are you crazy, Deacon?”
“No.”
“We’re not ready for another kid,” Keyshawn says, moaning between each word as she struggles against me but completelyfails to hide how good it feels to have me pounding her with my cock. We talked several times about another baby and while there are a few ways we might not be ready for the future, we’re never going to be ready.
I want Keyshawn’s body to change with an infusion of my baby batter until her stomach swells with my seed and the two of us bring a whole new life into the world. I always had darker tastes and ever since I witnessed all the changes and shifts in Keyshawn’s body (and behavior) throughout her pregnancy, I want to taste those changes again.
There’s something primal about getting a woman pregnant with your seed. It’s the ultimate invasion of her precious womb… claiming her in a way that no other man will be able to once I’m done. I willalwaysbe the father of her first two kids. Ultimately, I plan to father at least ten with Keyshawn… as long as she doesn’t put her foot down.
The thought of keeping Keyshawn completely full sends me into a frenzy of desire. Pressing my hand to her clit to massage her to a complete orgasm, I fuck her harder and deeper, imagining my seed swimming to Keyshawn’s egg and implanting deep in her soft, accepting womb. I want her to feel that initial tightness and pain from implantation as I fuck a baby into her and as I pound into her slowly, I get close to an orgasm at the thought of her obsessively wondering if I’ve done it again.
From the very first spurt of my seed in Keyshawn’s womb, I’ll embed myself in her thoughts and become a part of her daily obsessions up until our child’s birth. There’s nothing more arousing for a control freak. Keyshawn buckles under the weight of pressure against her clit from how hard I fuck her while holding her up against the bathroom sink. She’s close…
“Fuck,” I grunt into her ear, teasing her with my hot breath. “I want to fuck a baby in you so fucking bad.”
Her thighs spread wider as our wet slapping fogs up the bathroom even more than the sauna. The sweat coating her thighs makes her buttery soft and as her pussy tightens around my cock, I feel Keyshawn break past the point of no return. She cries out my name as she cums and I slide all the way inside her until we’re glued together, forcing my cock so deep inside her that I can’t control myself either.
I groan into her shoulder and cum hard, our bodies moving together as I lose control of myself and coat Keyshawn’s walls with thick spurts of juices. Fuck, she felt so tight that I lasted as long as I could, but ultimately couldn’t have lasted any longer inside that beautiful, thick ass woman. I don’t even want to move my cock from her pussy when I’m done. I want my dick to keep pushing my cum to her back walls as long as possible, even if Keyshawn braces herself against her chest and gives me a reminder that I hate to see coming.
“Babe,” she gasps. “You have to work.”
“No…” I growl, easing my hips forward and practically begging my dick to get hard again. It wouldn’t be the first or the second time Keyshawn’s sweet ass pussy has made me hard again with a minimal amount of time to recover.
“It’s important,” she reminds me. “Reed and Cody are both down there, remember? You don’t want to leave them with Zebulon for too long. Last time he scammed your guests out of four thousand dollars.”
Zebulon likes gambling as if he’s a Shaw and not a Blackwood. I hate to admit Keyshawn’s right.
“Next time you bring up business while I’m inside you, I’ll add another bruise to your pretty ass.”
“Last week, you threatened to add another bruise to my pretty ass if I let you show up for work late again.”
“I don’t remember that.”
She pushes me off her and reluctantly, I succumb to her less than gentle shoving. She’s right. I’d better go to work.
“You’ll be much easier to deal with when you’re pregnant…”
