Page 32 of Royal Baby Maker

She whimpered as I traced two fingers over her cunt. Spreading her folds, I dipped my tongue, lapping greedily. Her thighs hugged my face, driving me to lap at her liquid center faster.

I couldn't tell if she was squeezing me to make me stop or to make sure Iwouldn'tstop. Bracing myself with one arm wrapped around her hip, I licked my thumb and pet her firm clitoris. “Ah!” she moaned, wriggling, pressing her naked pussy onto my lips. My nose was grinding into her pinkness now.

In my pants my cock was heavy with need. It pulsed constantly, demanding I set it free. I ignored it by focusing on how amazing it was to have my new wife's pussy dripping down my chin.

Stroking a finger down her seam, I pushed it in patiently. “Do you feel that?” I asked as the metal band vanished inside of her. “That's the ridge of my wedding ring. It's inside of you—did you ever imagine that happening?”

“Fuck,” she managed, her voice cracking. Her ass rocked on the mattress.

“You need more in this greedy cunt, is that it?” I expected steam to rise off of my tongue. I was burning up; so was she. Her hot insides flexed around my finger. I inserted a second, then a third, thrilling with how she vibrated right down to her knees as they crushed my ears.

I could barely hear her over my own breathing now. I'd never been so hard. My balls were drawn up, tight—ready to explode even though I hadn't gotten my dick wet yet. “Come for me,” I growled against her thigh. I nipped her skin, making her jump—causing her pussy to choke my fingers. “Come for your husband. You're so close you couldn't hold back if you tried.”

My filthy mouth set her over the edge; she keened high, back arching, limbs stiffening. Her walls pulsed over and over, liquid flooding my ravenous mouth. I could have eaten her out until there was nothing left of her to give.

But I needed my own release or I was going to go insane. Moving her legs, I knelt on the bed by her feet. She was panting, skin flushed as she gazed at me like she'd never seen me before. Was I so different now that we were married? Now that she was truly mine?

“I love you,” she said suddenly.

Freezing with my zipper down, I studied her face. The shadows cast by her eyelashes made her eyes dark. Her mouth was red as jam. I crawled over her belly carefully, kissing her with such force the airwhooshedout of my nose. “I love you, too,” I said, watching for her reaction. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, better than okay.” Her smile was soft but real. “Just a little emotional. Hormones and all. But I'm fine.”

“Good,” I said, sitting back, peeling my trousers open. My cock came out in my fist, angry red, the head shining with my precome. “Because I'm going to fuck you blind now.”

She inhaled sharply. Watching me closely, she rocked onto her side, reaching back to spread open her pussy for me. She put herself on display and it sent a rush of electricity through my brain to my shaft. My thick veins pulsed under my thumb. “I'd divorce you if you didn't,” she said.

Spooning her from behind, I rubbed my cock up and down her slippery folds. One hand cupped her belly, steadying her, giving me the brace I needed to push my shaft between her gap. After a few thrusts across the outside of her pussy, my entire thick cock was glistening.

Each movement I made drew a shuddering gasp from her. “Bishop, that's—God that's good. Fuck me, please. I'm losing it waiting for you.”

“I know.” I stamped a kiss onto the back of her neck. The dress rippled around us, creating waves of white and silver, but never getting in the way. The fat tip of my cock pressed on her entrance. It drew me in, a persistent pull until my crowned ridge entered. I hissed through my teeth. “Fucking hell you're tight.”

How was she always so snug after all the times we'd screwed?

My wife's pussy was magic. It made a lot of sense, really.

Inch by inch, I filled her up, enduring every flutter of her inner walls. My balls drew against the crack of her ass. We were sandwiched together, locking in and breathing out in simultaneous, almost relieved breaths. My heart beat through her spine. I felt her pulse, her blood, her consumingheat.

And I felt the way her round belly pressed into my palm. Nothing made me as crazy as knowing she was carrying my child in there. Pregnancy was the ultimate gift... and the ultimate proof she was mine forever. I'd claimed her in every way a man could.

Rocking my hips, I built up the pace. I was too fucking aroused to take my time. If she hadn't been pregnant I'd have been rougher. As it was, I gripped her beautiful hair in one fist and pawed at her breasts through her corset with the other.

My lips shaped the wordsI love youeven though my brain was on another level and unable to hear. Butshedid, her whole being clenched in response. Saliva filled my mouth; my tongue was numbed and buttery.

Deep in her pussy, my dick swelled. Then it swelled more, drawing a low croon from Nell that went on and on until it blurred with my own roar. “More,” she sobbed. “Give me more. I need more of you—more of your come, make it drip out of me.”

“Jesus,” I breathed. My cock scraped through her and I somehow, with her demand, found more speed. I was wedged so tight inside of her that without her juices flowing so free I wouldn't have been able to move an inch. But I did move. I fucked her like a piston on overdrive.

Grunting, I clung to her body as sperm flowed from my cock. Each flare of my chest on her spine drew more cream from me. Endless come. I was draining everything I had—challenging our biology not to knock her up while she was already fucking pregnant.

She came again. I'm not sure when she stopped. Her muscles were clamping down and making me see spots.

Our bodies fit together so naturally. When I draped my hand on her hip, she reached over, winding our fingers together, making our wedding rings touch. “I could stay like this forever,” I whispered, nuzzling her throat.

“Me too.” A long, delicious yawn made her ass roll into my naked hips. “But I'm going to ruin the mood by getting up to pee.”

We both laughed. I sat up, propping my head on my arms behind my head. Nell gingerly stepped off the bed, and when her dress drifted down to hide her perfect legs, no one would have known she'd just been fucked senseless. No one but us.

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