Growling, I take her hands and stretch her out, pinning her wrists above her head. “Don’t rush me, Whirlwind.”
“I want you inside me.” She pouts, and the unexpected flare of brattiness lights a spark deepin my belly.
“Needy girl with a needy pussy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Coach,” she breathes.
Fuck. Me.
I hold her wrists down with one hand and use the other to fist my cock, taking over the tease she started. “You want me like this? Bare again? Nothing between us?”
She moans.
I work myself into her, and she’s so fucking tight I don’t get very far, but it’s already heaven again.
“You feel so good,” I promise her as her eyes flare wide. “But it’s a lot, isn’t it? You thought you were ready, but you’re too tight, my girl.”
“Why are you so big?” A desperate flush crawls down her neck, decorating the top of her tits as they bounce as she tries to get comfortable.
“You took me last night. You were empty just a minute ago, weren’t you? Needed this?” I pulse my hips, thrusting deeper. Making her eyes flare wide.
She whimpers and holds her breath.
“No, no, no,” I croon as I fuck her again, deeper still. Almost all the way inside her now. “Keep breathing, baby.”
I let go of the base of my cock, not holding myself back now, even though she’s still adjusting to me. I rub her belly, then drag my fingers over her mound, wanting to touch her everywhere and anywhere to distract her from the discomfort—because being inside her is the most incredible sensation for me.
I want it to be that good for her. Last night, she got there. She will again tonight.
“Do you know how good you make me feel?”
“No,” she whispers, her voice cracking. “Tell me.”
“You feel like everything, and still I want more. I’m never going to get enough of you. Never going to get enough of loving you.”
“Yes, love me.” She shifts against me, getting restless. Growing warmer, more languid. That need returning, not just to be stuffed with cock, but to feel her husband move inside her.
“I’ll always love you,” I promise, meaning it in every way. I thrust for emphasis. “Will always give you what you need.”Thrust. “Always make you feel good.”Thrust. “Always fill you up.”
Her eyes spark bright at that.
“Fill me with seed,” she whispers.
And oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, my wife likes that.
“Breed you,” I growl.
She moans.
I hunch over her, my arm scooping under her waist, holding her tighter still, rutting into her as intense thoughts of what will happen if I don’t pull out build into a fever pitch.
“Nothing between us? Is this how you want it? Tell me to pull out, and I’ll paint you with my seed, Molly, you’ll be so pretty with it on your belly. But if you hold me inside you,I’ll plant it deep, so deep it’ll take hold. You hold me deep and I’ll make you a young mom, before you expected. No orderly engagement with a nice man, no getting to know you, period.” I yank my cock out of her, wet and slick with her arousal, with my precum. With both of us mixed together, raw and messy.
She hitches her heels against my back and lifts her hips, sliding the wet of her slit against the underside of my throbbing dick. “Yes, I want that.”
“Tell me you want a baby, wife.”
“I want…” She moans as my crown nudges against her clit.
