Chapter 21
JEFF
Ah, fuck. She’s nervous.
I’m thinking of getting off the bed and putting on something more than just boxer briefs, because Molly is clearly freaked out about Sinclaire and Trick being down the hall, when she steps into view.
And boy, did I read her silence wrong.
She’s naked.
Well, not naked. She’s wearing a black lace something that skims around her body, a wrapper of sorts, although it’s completely open in the front, so I get to see every inch of her lush curves.
My wife’s lush body.
My wife, wrapped in lace, putting herself on display for me.
I scramble off the bed and cross to her, mouth agape, eyes gobbling her up.
“Hello,” I say hoarsely.
“This was the other thing I thought about wearing when you came home last night,” she says softly, her eyes bright and full of desire. “But then I stole your jersey and that was even better.”
“This is … wow …” I trace my hands over her as I drop to my knees in front of her and press my face to her bare hip, to the soft curve of her belly. “Marry me.”
“Already did.”
“Intentionally this time.” I kiss the soft hair on her mound, then lower until I have to lift her thigh onto my shoulder to keep licking my way to her hot, wet center. She leans back against the doorframe, softly moaning as I spread her open and take a good look at what’s mine.
“I could put a ring on you right here,” I murmur as I kiss her clit. The taut little bundle jumps at the touch, so I lick it again, playing with my prize. “You’re such a good girl, I bet you’ve never even thought about getting pierced like that.”
She laughs under her breath and rocks her hips at me. “Never.”
“I like the idea of my pretty wife having a little bead rubbing against her clit all day, making her horny for her husband.”
“I’m already horny for you,” she pants. “Had to go home to get something pretty to wear for you tonight.”
“I’ll try my best not to rip it as I fuck you into tomorrow, then.” I make a satisfied sound as I nuzzle deeper into her, getting her slick juices all over my face. Fuck, she smells good. “You aren’t sore from last night?”
“No,” she murmurs. “But I feel …”
She whines and wriggles her hips.
“What? What do you need, my sexy girl?”
“You. Inside me. I feel empty.” Her breath comes faster now as I lick and suck at her, looking up the whole time.
“I know, baby. I want to be inside you too. But you’re so fucking sweet. I always want your scent on my face. You’re all mine, only mine.”
She repeats it, breathing that she’s mine over and over again as I drag my tongue against her clit and lash her with pleasure.
But when she starts to rock her hips against my face, chasing her first climax, I pull away, wanting to keep her on that ledge.
Standing up, I kiss her, then pick her up, her lace wrap fluttering around us, and I carry her to bed.
My bed, our bed, the bed I want to conceive our first child in, if last night didn’t do the job already. My cock throbs at the reminder of how she wrapped her legs around me and held me inside, greedy for my seed.
She arches her back as I lay her down, her tits jiggling, big and soft and so fucking inviting.
I curve over her, burying my face between them, breathing in her unique scent, that bright spark of youthful enthusiasm that should be totally off-limits, but I lucked myself into claiming it forever.
Mine. My wife. My beautiful, wonderful bride.
I brace my hands on either side of her body and take a deep breath as I push up again, surging up to hover above her.
Her hair is spread across the pillow in waves of mahogany silk, making her look like a young goddess, far too tempting for this world, for this mere middle-aged mortal. “Tell me if you need me to slow down.”
She stares up at me in innocent confusion. “Why would I …”
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone. This … possessive. This …” I exhale lustily. “Fucking hell, Molly, I want all of you, all of the time. I want to bury myself between your thighs and never stop making you come. But this is new for you, and—”
“I’m not sore. I promise.” She pushes at the waistband of my boxer briefs.
The first cool wrap of her fingers around my cock makes me buck like a young stud, desperate to breed a fresh filly.
She works the fat head of my cock against her slick, wet entrance, her heat surrounding me, tempting me to thrust hard, to surge deep.
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 deep in 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.
I fist it down against her body there, teasing her with it. “Tell me. I can’t let myself back in your body until you say it, because I’m on edge, baby. I’m so fucking close to filling you up, damn the consequences.”
“You already did once.” She licks her lips and writhes. “Maybe I’m already pregnant.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
“Accidentally breeding you our very first time would be on brand for our relationship.” My chest heaves. “But I want to do it intentionally. I want to thrust deep and know that you’re asking for it.”
“… I am … I want your baby …”
I hold her gaze as I reenter her, more intentionally this time, both of us brutally aware that there’s nothing between us, nerves on edge, skin sensitized and primed for pleasure.
I trace the quivering curves of her body, my fingers circling in closer, closer, closer to the core of her, and the exhale she lets out when I finally get to her mound, to her swollen pussy lips and then between them, is fucking beautiful.
“There,” she breathes as my thumb finds her clit. “There, Jeff, please, stay there.”
“That’s it, baby, ride my cock, ride my hand.” I give her tight, steady little circles, pressing against her clit as she shakes and begs, climbing both a metaphorical peak and my body. Her legs cinching up around my waist, locking me inside her.
I groan as her pussy clamps down, that first contraction so potently tight that it feels as if she’s genuinely milking me.
She feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced.
She’s so insanely sexy it’s hard to believe she’s really mine. Her breaths are coming faster and heavier now, her hair getting tangled, sweat slicking her face, and she’s never been more beautiful.
As she begins to crest her climax, I pin her down and start hammering my hips into hers, getting to the deepest depths of her body, all of my skin so extra sensitive to her panting, desperate need for me to come inside her.
Shock ripples across her face as her climax explodes deep in her core.
I lose myself in that expression, in all of her, and then I’m following, and we’re coming together, and I’m filling her up.
I can feel my release pulsing into her body, nowhere to go because I’ve stuffed her full of my cock and she’s so damn tight around me.
That new space that I made last night, stretching her virgin cunt, claiming my virgin bride on her kitchen counter.
And now tonight, dragging her beneath me in my own bed and breeding her again.
Flooding the needy, empty, aching space that I alone can fill, because I’m the one who made it.