Chapter 25 #2
I drop down, so my dick lines up with her entrance. “You’re going to feel very full at first, Emilia. I’m going to thrust all the way in, stretching your cunt so far that it will seem like too much. But you’ll adjust quickly.”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathes out, lifting her hips against me as she slides into deeper submission.
I cup her face, and she brings her palms to my short beard.
“I love you,” she murmurs. “I’m so fucking lucky.”
“I love you, too, baby. I’m the lucky one.”
“Make me yours.”
I hold her gaze while I drive my cock home.
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t look away. Shallow inhales through her nose are the only sign she’s distressed.
“Let yourself relax, Emilia. I promise it will feel better in a minute.”
She gives a tiny nod, but she doesn’t believe me yet.
“I know it’s tight,” I whisper. It’s so fucking tight I’m about to come from the one thrust. I have to be hurting her, and I hate it. I really don’t like my girl to be in pain, but this was unavoidable. There had to be a first time, and I’m damn honored and humbled that she saved herself for me.
I wait. I’ll wait for eternity for my girl.
Eventually, her breathing evens out, and she grips my face. “Do it again,” she murmurs.
“Okay, baby.” I ease partway out and then glide back into her slowly.
“Mmmm.” Her eyes roll back. Her body relaxes. “Again.”
Gladly. I watch her closely as I move in and out of her, gently.
She’s just so fucking tight. The last time I had sex with a virgin, I was also a virgin.
It was twenty-three years ago. I don’t recall paying much attention to my high-school girlfriend’s feelings.
I had my own to deal with, and I was a selfish dude.
Emilia is my wife. I care a lot. “Baby?”
“Please, Haden. Move.”
Thank fuck. I pull almost all the way out and then slam into her deeper. I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer. I’ve waited an eternity to be inside my wife. I’m on the edge.
She squirms beneath me, a soft moan accompanying her movements. “Please…”
Finally, I realize she’s aroused. She needs to come. She probably needs contact with her clit. On my next thrust, I grind the base of my cock against her pussy.
Emilia cries out, “Yes…”
I do it again.
She wraps her legs around me and clenches my hips with her ankles.
I buck a few more times before pushing hard against her clit. “Come for me, baby.”
Her body shudders violently as she lets herself go. Her pussy grips my cock so hard with every wave of her release that she literally milks my dick, forcing my orgasm to follow immediately behind hers.
There is no better feeling in the universe than reaching my peak with my bare cock inside my wife. I feel like I’ve won the lottery as my come jets against her womb. This is my woman. The mother of my children. The first woman I’ve ever had sex with unsheathed.
She digs her heels into my thighs and wraps her arms around me.
“You like that feeling, baby? My cock buried inside you?”
She nods. “Never pull out.”
I chuckle. “Never?”
She shakes her head defiantly. “You feel so close to me.”
“I’m inside you, baby. Can’t get any closer.”
“It feels so naughty having sex willy-nilly without a condom.”
I love that she’s so light-hearted after fucking. “It does, doesn’t it?” I stroke her cheeks with my thumbs. “My come is plugged inside you.”
She grips my cock with her channel, surprising me. “I could get pregnant. It’s kind of risky.”
“Hopefully, you will get pregnant. Maybe not today, but by the end of the week.”
“Will you be mad if I don’t?”
I flinch. “No, baby. Never. I’m happy to keep you knocked up for years, adding to our family as often as your body will accept my sperm, but if it doesn’t happen, we’ll have so much fun trying. Over and over.”
She lets out a breath as if that thought has been bothering her. “I hope it works. I can’t wait to carry your baby. I know you’ll be the best father in the world.”
I slide my hand to cup her head higher, my thumb on her temple.
“I’m going to fill you with my semen every chance I get, Emilia, and you won’t let it run out of you.
But you’re right. Not every woman gets pregnant on the first try or even the second.
Some never do. I did some research. If you really do have endometriosis, it could be difficult.
I love you so much. I’ll never ever love you less.
Having a baby with you is just the icing on the cake. The fun is in trying.”
“Okay.”
“Remember that chastity belt I told you about?”
She gasps. “That’s not a real thing, is it?”
“Oh, jitterbug, it certainly is. I’m going to put it in you right now.
It’s going to plug your cunt so my come can’t get out.
Then I’m going to make you come to help your body accept my sperm.
” I’m not at all sure that’s a real thing, but I don’t care.
It’s dirty, and my girl likes filthy, kinky sex and talk as much as I do.
“When I pull out, squeeze your thighs together and keep them tight while I grab the belt.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
I look down and watch as my cock slides out of her cunt. “Clench, baby,” I order.
As she pulls her knees together, I lift them toward her chin.
“Hold your legs.”
She does as she’s told while I reach under the bed to pull out the stash of toys I purchased this morning. I accomplished a lot on my trip to the city.
When I hold up the belt I bought, Emilia purses her lips.
I’ve already cleaned and adjusted it so it would be ready for her.
“That’s going to make me horny,” she mutters.
“Yep. I hope so.”
“You can’t expect me to wear that during the day.”
“Sure, I can. It will remind you to behave,” I tease.
Her body shakes. “It will make me spontaneously orgasm.”
I chuckle. “Maybe. Let’s see.” I push her knees higher, bending her in half. “Open for me, kinky girl.”
The moment her legs part, I push the dildo into her. It’s not as wide as my cock, so it shouldn’t feel too tight.
Emilia moans low and long. She also arches her chest and fists the sheets at her sides. “Oh. My. God.”
“You like that?” I wiggle it inside her.
She cries out, “You can’t leave that inside me.”
Ignoring her protests, I bring the straps around her thighs and under her before guiding her knees wider and cinching the belt around her waist.
“Haden…” Her legs are shaking. “Too stimulated…”
“It’s just because you’re not used to having your pussy filled, baby. You’ll get accustomed to it.” She’s so fucking cute with her hands balled and her head tipped back.
I gently lower her legs so they’re still parted but not quite as obscenely. Dropping onto my side next to her, I prop my head on my palm and stroke her breasts.
She trembles. “It’s too much,” she argues.
“The chastity belt stays, Emilia,” I say in a firm voice, knowing she will react to my tone and submit to me.
She swallows and turns her head to look at me. Her lips tremble.
I repeat myself in a slightly less bossy voice, “You’ll wear the chastity belt when I say so, jitterbug. It’s not up for debate.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Where does my come belong, baby?”
“Inside me.”
“That’s right. We don’t waste it, do we?”
“No, Sir.” Her submission is fucking amazing. It’s beyond my wildest expectations.
“After you get pregnant, I’ll be more lenient.
Sometimes, I’ll let you suck me and swallow my come.
Other times, I’ll let you have it in your bottom instead of your cunt, but you still won’t be allowed to let it leak out or clean it off you.
I’ll be the one to clean you when I decide.
I told you before, if I fuck you in the middle of the day, you’ll either wear a plug or end up with my come soaking your jeans. My choice.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Fuck, we are a filthy couple. I hope she knows that, as much as I want her to get pregnant and grow round with my babies, this obsession with knocking her up is a kink in and of itself.
If she never gets pregnant, I’ll love her for the rest of my life, and we’ll enjoy the dirty talk that comes with every attempt.
Even while she is pregnant, we will still play this game. Because it’s so damn hot dominating my girl and making her feel like I’m in charge of her body and whether or not she conceives.
“Close your eyes, baby,” I say softly.
She lets her lids flutter shut.
I circle a nipple. “Just feel my fingers. Let your body relax. Enjoy my touch. Let your arousal build until you can’t take it anymore. When you need to come, ask me first. Don’t orgasm without permission.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I continue to torment her nipples. “Picture these little buds growing so obscenely large that nothing will fully contain them. Tight and long. Always needing to be pumped, even after your udders have been drained.”
Emilia whimpers.
I switch my attention to the tissue surrounding her tight buds.
“After a few weeks of being milked, your breasts will feel like udders. Heavy and full. You’ll experience a desperation soon after I pump you.
A constant need to be milked. I’ll train your pussy to associate milking with orgasms so that your body will learn to come automatically when I’m milking you. ”
“Haden…” she moans. She’s so fucking dirty, and I love it.
“Can you feel them, baby?” I ask, trailing a finger around and around the globe. “Can you feel the milk filling them?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Does your pussy need attention?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I move my fingers to the chastity belt and tap against the front piece that’s covering her clit.
“Ohhh…” Her head lolls back and forth.
With my finger under the disk, I rub her clit directly. She comes immediately, screaming out her release. It’s the sweetest sound in the world.
“Can you feel your cunt gripping the dildo?”
She nods, still pulsing against my pointer.
When she winces from overstimulation, I remove my hand and lean over to grab my phone from the nightstand. “We should take pictures, shouldn’t we?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her cheeks turn pink.
“Good girl.” I rise and tap the screen to capture this moment in time. When I’m done, I stare down at her for a long time.
She gives me a soft smile. “You’re really going to make me wear this?” She squirms.
“Yes, baby. I expect you to do so without complaint. If you grumble about it, I’ll spank you while that plug is inside you. That will give you something else to worry about.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’ll submit to me because it feels good to do so. The chastity belt won’t be the only device I use on you. There will be others. It makes your tummy flutter when you obey me.”
She nods. “Yes, Sir.”
I climb between her legs and kneel. She feels vulnerable when she can’t close her thighs. “I’m going to fuck you often until I’m certain you’re pregnant, Emilia. And I will plug your cunt afterward every time.” I set my palms on her inner thighs to emphasize my words.
I lean over her, hovering. “Even after you’re pregnant, you can expect me to keep your cunt plugged because it pleases me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“In a minute, I’m going to help you to the bathroom and open the front of the belt so you can pee. Then I’ll refasten it, and you’ll sleep in my arms with the dildo inside you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I trail fingers over her body. I’ll never tire of looking at her. So soft and pliant. So submissive. My heart is full.