I shift the tilt of Miranda’s hips, bringing them up and forward, before I add a roll to my pumps. Her eyes roll into the back of her head when the rim of my cock rubs at the sensitive spot inside her.
I strive for no color to be seen by reaching between us and rolling her clit with my thumb.
“I need you to come for me again,printsessa. Give my sperm clear passage to your egg like a good little wifey.”
Miranda’s grip of the bedding is so rigid her knuckles go white. She moans through every thrust and accepts me without protest.
She feels so good.
Tight.
Wet.
About to be carrying my kin.
We dumped her birth control the day we wed, and although Miranda said it might take a few weeks to leave her system, we’ve been acting as if its ineffectiveness is immediate.
I’ve lost count of the number of times I pushed my sperm back inside her before it gets close to smudging the pillow I stuff under her ass to heighten the chances of conception.
That’s how fucking obsessed I am of the idea of her stomach being swollen with my child.
I love her curves, but wondering how they’ll develop while she’s growing my child…fuck.
I fuck her harder.Faster.I drive into her so ruefully the emasculating pink bed frame she bought to stick it to Roy bounces across the wooden floorboards of her bedroom.
The same word falls from my mouth with every skid.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
The possessiveness of my pumps and the swivels of my thumb on her clit bring Miranda’s screams up to an ear-piercing level.
Beads of sweat roll off my cheeks and dot the mound of her pussy, adding to the slickness coating my shaft.
She’s so close to release again that I can taste her arousal on the tip of my tongue.
“Oh…” Her back arches as her head thrusts back. “I’m… I’m…”
“Give it to me,printsessa. Come on my dick. Strangle it with the greedy sucks of your pussy.”
Miranda stills, then moans, her expression both beautiful and destroyed.
I’ve lost count to the number of orgasms she’s faced today, but each one is more powerful than the one before it.
Her climax lasts for an eternity and zaps the last of her energy.
She’s floppy and pliable by the time she finishes shaking, exactly how I want her.
I continue pumping into her, admiring the heavy rise and fall of her chest, before I bury myself deep inside her and then grunt through a brutal release.
Her beautiful eyes snap open when my hot, salty sperm pumps inside her, filling her already brimming pussy.
Moaning, she massages my twitching shaft, milking me of every drop of cum while maintaining eye contact.
It is intimate as fuck and proves what I have always known.
