“Oh, fuck yeah,” he growls. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum.”
“Fill me.” I breathe, my voice needy and husky.
Sy groans as I tighten my inner muscles around him. “Oh, I will. But first…” Without warning, he flips me to my back so we’re looking at each other, and he looms over me like the wicked sex god he is. “I want to see your face when I knock you up.”
“Oh, God. Sy… I…” My words turn to nonsensical sounds as he slams into me so hard I slide up the mattress. He follows me, making sure his cock never leaves my warm, wet hole.
“Rub your clit, wife,” he commands huskily. “Come all over my cock.”
With a whimper, I slide my hand down my front. My eyes stay on his as I rub my sensitive bundle of nerves, and it doesn’t take long before my legs shake, everything in me tightening as my pleasure builds.
“Sy!” I cry out his name, squeezing my eyes shut as my back arches off the bed.
My lips part as he fucks me at a brutal pace that has my tits bouncing. It’s so perfect I can’t do anything but surrender to the wild ride that is being loved by Sy. We move in tandem, both our bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat.
“Fuck. Bunny. I’m going to—” He cuts himself off with a groan, and I moan in response.
“Me too. Just a bit more. Sy, I… I need… I’m… fuck!”
As Sy picks up the pace, he steals my senses with each piston of his hips. I lose the ability to hear, and all I can see is Sy’s face, but even that becomes blurry as my vision begins to wane. His dick in my pussy and my fingers on my clit is too much, and my orgasm hits me hard.
“Sy!” I scream.
He’s relentless as he thrusts into me with wild abandon, dragging out my orgasm. Or maybe it’s another one that hits, I can’t tell. I’m boneless, barely able to catch my breath before he slams his lips to mine, immediately sliding his tongue into my mouth.
I feel the moment he finds his own release, shooting his hot cum deep inside me. “Fuck. Lucia. Fuuuuuck.”
A satisfied smile spreads across my lips. Sy doesn’t use my name often, making it all the more special when he does.
Instead of pulling out, he keeps his dick inside me even after it’s grown soft. He’s once again looming over me, but this time his attention is solely between my thighs. “What are you doing?” I ask around a yawn, feeling thoroughly spent.
Making sure none of my cum leaks out of your sweet pussy,” he rasps like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it is since he’s said something similar to me in the past.
I hum, loving how seriously he’s taking this. Closing my eyes, I smile as he moves a pillow under my hips, and I imagine feeling one of his swimmers making its way to the right place for us to create life. I don’t know if I’m ovulating, or if the contraceptive pills are even out of my system yet. But it’s nice to dream about the future; our future.
