I gritted my teeth as my balls smashed between us. Her pussy continued to soak the length of me—so wet I could feel her dripping down to my balls. Something inside me snapped and I began to hammer into her. Her breasts shook violently, her body jolting with each brutal thrust, the restraints holding her exactly where I needed her.
Our grunts. The slap of flesh. The scent of her filling the basement air and driving me forward.
“Another baby needs to fill that belly,” I roared as I felt her pussy clamp down.“Give me back what I missed, Iskra.”
Her mouth fell open. Her muscles worked the length of me as I kept driving into her. Then the scream came—shrill, short, sharp.
I could let go now.
The gush of her around my cock was perfect. I’d read that it helped the sperm find its mark. Even now I was optimising.
“Going to fill you up,” I rasped, gripping the poles hard as I slammed in.“Here it comes.”
She was still catching her breath but I felt her squeeze around me.
She wanted this.
My seed. My children.
My eyes closed as I erupted inside her—lash after lash of hot seed spraying her insides. I used my grip on the poles to hold myself deep, feeling the last of it leave me.
The relief came. And it wasn’t just from emptying inside her.
It was knowing this woman was mine. Every inch of her. From the top of her head to the soles of her feet.
Not ownership.
Something more.
??????
Hot milk sprayed into my mouth as I sucked on my wife’s nipple. Her moaning hadn’t stopped but I was running out of time. I was also stealing my daughter’s lunch—which didn’t stop me from moving to the other side. It was only fair to even the supply out.
“I need to pee,” she groaned.
Her words made my cock jerk. It bounced off her thigh. I glanced up to find a pained expression on her face, her wet pussy already having made its opinion of the situation known against my trousers.
I released her nipple and stood.
“There’s a drain in this room,” I said, reaching for the tub of lube.“Feel free to go any time you need to.”
“What? Vadim, this isn’t funny. I—”
I tested her asshole.
That cut her off.
Soft and pliant.
I added another finger and smiled at the grunt that followed. Her hole clamped down hard.
“Just let it go. When I fuck your ass it will happen anyway.”
“God. You’re serious,” she cried, eyes wide with genuine horror.
“We’re on a tight schedule,” I drawled, gesturing toward her breasts.“I need to return those to my daughter.”
She continued to gape.
