Chapter 60 Alfred
Alfred
“Are you sure?” I ask.
My wife is splayed on my new desk completely bare, her arse turned up towards me.
“Yes,” she says, her tone clearly irritated. “Do you think I got myself into this position by accident?”
It is evening—and after we returned from Willoughby’s, we dined and washed and rested. I held her while she cried once more. And then when we were sitting on the sofa, she began to kiss me.
And we have ended up here.
“No,” I say, with a chuckle, remembering how she writhed against me.
I already made her come once with my fingers.
And that would be enough for me.
To know that she is feeling well enough to accept any pleasure.
“Then do as I ask.”
Before, when we lay on the sofa, she explained to me that her desire had become unpredictable. That she suspected it would continue this way for her pregnancy. That it could be there one moment and gone the next.
I want to make sure that it is still here.
But right now she is being very clear.
And I want her so badly that seed leaks from my cock and onto the carpet at the sight of her bared for me in such a way.
“If you wish.”
“I very much wish. Please, Alfred.”
I cannot be expected to abstain any further.
I approach the desk and place my hands on her hips.
She moans at that alone.
I drag my bare cock along the crest of her arse. A shiver of pleasure runs through me so deep and hot that I almost come.
But I am more practiced now.
And I don’t want this to end. Not yet.
“Wife,” I say, knowing that speaking calms me. “Do you remember when I first fucked you this way?”
“Yes,” she says. “Do not trifle with me, Alfred.”
I oblige her, putting my cock to her entrance and entering only slightly.
She moans and tries to move back over me—but I still her.
“Do you remember what happened?”
“You spilled inside of me.”
“After you forbid me from doing so.”
“Yes.”
I give her another inch and she cries out.
“Afterwards, I wondered if you knew I would. Now I have even more reason to suspect that you wanted me to do so. Perhaps now I can figure out the truth.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“If you’re honest, I’ll give you more of what you want.”
“Alfred, if you don’t fuck me harder immediately, I will—”
She breaks off.
“Realize you have no more threats?” I tease.
“You’ll lose your post,” she says weakly and then laughs.
I laugh too.
“I really was anxious that I would, you know,” I say. “After I spilled in you accidentally.”
“I know,” she says.
I reward her for that honesty with another inch. I relish the raw sob that it wrings from her.
“I was cruel,” she says. “I don’t know how you can forgive me.”
“You weren’t cruel. Or if you were, I needed it. I was trapped. And you freed me.”
She pushes back and I let her attain another inch.
“Your pussy takes my cock beautifully, Annabelle,” I murmur, glorying in the sight of myself sinking into her quim. “But I still need you to be honest.”
I sink into her fully now. She is so wet that the slide is sweet and perfect and I almost come again.
She is tight, so tight, over me that I know she cannot be far off herself.
“Did you know I would spend that first time?” I lean down, murmuring in her ear. “Admit that you wanted me to do it. You wanted me to spend in you and fill you up with my cum and get you with my child.”
To my surprise, she lets out a sob.
I feel that warm glow, the one that tells me I am close to the divine.
I know that soon it will grow scorching.
It is this warmth, this sun of divinity gifted to me by Annabelle, that convinced me that I was never depraved.
I never needed to deny myself. I only needed to find this, with her, to locate my place in the kingdom of heaven.
“Yes, yes, I did. I wanted it. Now please fuck me.”
I let out a laugh.
Never before has she admitted a truth so easily.
“I wanted you to do it,” she continues. “And so I told you that you couldn’t—that you couldn’t withdraw, but I knew you wouldn’t be able to withstand it. Because I wanted to get with your child.”
Her words push me to the edge. While it calms me to speak, her speaking is another consideration all together.
“I wanted to experience it. To be filled with your seed.”
My cock cannot withstand such an onslaught.
Not to mention, her pussy is so tight that even the slightest movement feels exquisite.
“Annabelle—” I warn.
“I wanted it, Alfred. Just as I want it right now.”
She thrusts back and forth on my cock, two quick pumps, and I am done.
I come hard, and I realize she has done it on purpose.
I lose control. I fill her with all of my longing. All of my pent-up desire for her.
And when she comes too, it only prolongs my spend.
Her pussy contracts again and again, drawing everything from me.
When we finally quiet, I pull her to face me.
“My love,” I say, staring deep into those soft blue eyes. “Will you ever tire of ruining me?”
“No,” she says, kissing me softly, then pulling away. “In fact, Alfred, I plan to keep ruining you until the day I die.”