She frees my cock, thick and hard, veins pulsing, pre-cum beading at the tip. Her lips part, and she takes me in, sucking deep, her tongue swirling around the head before she bobs down, taking more.
Fuck, her mouth is heaven. It’s warm, wet, skilled from years of knowing exactly how I like it.
She hollows her cheeks, hand stroking what she can't fit, her other hand cupping my balls, rolling them gently.
I groan, thrusting shallowly into her throat, watching her eyes water but never stop. She's relentless, sucking harder, humming around me, the vibration shooting straight to my core.
But I won't come like this. Not yet.
I pull back, gripping her shoulders and pushing her down onto the divan, her body sprawling across the cushions. She lands with a soft laugh that turns into a moan as I climb over her, spreading her legs again. My cock nudges her entrance, slick with her arousal.
I thrust in deep, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Her pussy grips me like a vise, hot and tight, pulling me in. I start fucking her hard, hips snapping, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.
"God, Izzy," I growl, leaning down to capture her nipple in my mouth, sucking and biting as I pound into her.
She arches, nails digging into my back, legs wrapping around my waist to take me deeper.
This room—it's our lucky spot. Every one of our kids was conceived around this time of year, birthdays clustered like stars. Noah, Mia and Aria, Dom and Tito, then little Bianca five years ago.
Izzy took time after that, building her empire, raising them right. But last week, she whispered she was ready again.
Seven. Our lucky number. A seventh would seal it, make our family complete. I want that—want to fill her, breed her, watch her swell with my child again.
"I'm going to fuck a baby into you tonight," I murmur against her ear, thrusting slower now, grinding deep. "Fill this pussy until you're dripping with my cum, until it takes root."
Her breath hitches, eyes fluttering, and she clenches around me, turned on by the words.
"Yes, Nico," she pants, "give it to me. Breed me. Make me yours again."
I pick up the pace, slamming into her, feeling her build again. She comes first, screaming my name, her pussy milking me as waves crash through her.
I follow, roaring as I spill inside her, hot jets of cum flooding her depths.
But I don't pull out. I stay buried, plugging her with my cock, hips still to keep every drop locked in.
I kiss her neck, whispering, "That's it, keep it in."
She shudders, aftershocks rippling through her, and when I'm sure nothing's escaping, I start moving again, slow thrusts turning harder.
I flip her over onto her hands and knees, gripping her hips and driving back in from behind. Her ass jiggles with each slap, and I reach around to rub her clit, making her come again quickly, her walls fluttering.
"More," she begs, pushing back.
I give it, fucking her relentlessly. I stop and pull her up to straddle me as I sit on the divan. She rides me, breasts bouncing, pussy swallowing my cock whole. I suck on her tits, tasting the salt of her skin, and when she climaxes, soaking us both, I hold her down, pumping another load deep inside.
We shift again. Her on top, then me pinning her against the wall, legs over my arms as I thrust up into her. Each time shecomes, sobbing with pleasure, I fill her anew, staying seated, grinding to seal it.
"You're going to be so full," I tell her, voice rough. "My cum breeding you, making you pregnant. Seven kids, Izzy. Ours."
She loses count of her orgasms, body limp and quivering, but she urges me on, whispering how much she wants it.
Hours pass in a blur of positions—side by side on the divan, her bent over the arm, me on my back as she grinds down.
By the end, she's overflowing despite my efforts, cum leaking down her thighs, but I know enough took hold.
We collapse together, my cock still softening inside her, arms wrapped tight.
The room smells of us—sex, sweat, promise. Ten years, and this tradition?
