wand between her legs, pressing it against her clit, and her entire body trembles.
“Oh, God. Sebastian. I can’t. It’s too much. I want more,” she begs, thrusting her wet pussy against the wand.
My hand lands on her belly, feeling the firmness of the skin stretched from my baby boy. It took us years seven years to get pregnant. We tried IVF treatments and even those failed. We gave up. We stopped trying to have kids, and Gabriella felt like it was all her felt because of the situation with Kendrick.
I told her we could adopt. I didn’t care if the baby was blood or not. I just wanted a family with her.
Then six months ago we found out that she was pregnant. A fucking miracle. We found out on the same day we met fourteen years ago. If that wasn’t a fucking sign, if that wasn’t fate, I don’t know what was.
“I need more, Sebastian, please give it to me,” she whines.
I look down to see the tip of the wand soaked with her juices. I bring it to my mouth and lick it clean. “So sweet, baby. You taste so good.”
“Why did you stop? I was so close,” she sneers.
Her need for sex ever since she’s been pregnant has increased to the point where I’m basically more of a booty call than a husband. She’s always needy, and I am more than happy to give my woman what she wants.
“I know what my girl wants, and it isn’t this wand.” I bring my hand down on her drenched petals.
Smack.
“Sebastian!”
I spank her pussy again, gathering the wetness with my fingers, I plunge two inside of her tight channel and then bring my other hand into the air, letting it fly.
Smack.
“I’m going to come, Sebastian. More. Do it again. Spank my clit.”
This is a new desire we found she likes when she got pregnant. Her clit is very sensitive these days, and I can make her come just by slapping it.
I pump my fingers and slap her erect clit, sending her flying. She clenches around me and screams my name until her voice breaks, and she’s an exhausted, flush mess.
I’m nowhere near done with her.
“Hands and knees, baby.” I cradle her belly as she flips. “You look so hot pregnant. Fuck, it gets me all worked up knowing that it’s my baby in there.”
“You’re such a caveman,” she snorts.
Smack.
I bring my hand down on her ass, and she shoves her face into the mattress. About a year into our relationship, she found that she likes the sting of spanking. It was something I was too nervous to try because of the whip Kendrick used on her. I believe, in some way, her body craves that pain now.
I’ll never whip her, but if she wants spanked, I can do that for her. I’ll do anything she wants me to as long as it doesn’t hurt her and it makes her happy.
Smack.
“Yes, harder.” She thrusts her ass back, searching for my cock.
Smack.
I bring my face between her legs and hum when I see her stickiness dripping from her. I shove my tongue into her cunt and eat her nectar. My eyes roll to the back of my head when my taste buds explode as she slides down my throat. I pinch her clit with my fingers and slap her ass with my other hand.
Triple sensations and all too soon, she’s coming for me again, sucking my tongue deeper. When she come off her second orgasm, I rip my face away from her pussy and lick my lips, then ram my cock in to the hilt.
She comes again, just from the intrusion of my shaft.
It makes a man feel good. Too good. When I make her come like this, I feel like a fucking king.
Our skin slaps together and when I look down, I see that thick cream I love so much coating my shaft. My fingers bury into the skin of her hips, hard enough to bruise, and she grabs the pillow to bury her face in, to hide her sounds.
I rip it away from her. “I want to hear you scream. I want to hear what I do to you.”
“They’ll hear.” She purses her lips and spreads her arms across the bed. She fists the sheets and with every stroke, every hard pound I give her with my cock has her keening.
“Yeah, just like that, baby. Tell the world how much you love this dick fucking you.”