Page 26 of Baby Proposal
I didn’t know I had a breeding kink, but apparently I do, as the shit I’m saying as I fuck my girl is absolutely filthy.
Then because I can, and maybe because I can’t help it, I tangle my fingers into the acres of wavy blonde hair haloed around her head, loose from when she slept with it unbound. It’s silk. Everything about Adi is soft and perfect.
Then I tug. Her head tilts back and her eyes fly open at the hint of pain. She whines and her passage flutters tighter.
I do it again, wrapping a handful around my fist and tugging a bit harder. She gasps my name this time. For all I dreamed of holding that blonde hair, reality is even better. Her hair in my fingers forces her to reveal her throat and I kiss her there, along with possessive bites that make her hips roll with mine.
“What did I do to deserve you?” I murmur.
I can’t get near enough. I need to be everywhere. If I could, I’d consume her, or be swallowed whole by her.
“I love you so much. You’re my obsession, my everything, my dream. It’s a good thing you agreed to our marriage, because I would never have allowed you to go, sweetheart.”
“I’ll never leave you. I’ve got you now.” She punctuates that statement with a squeeze of her pelvic floor muscles, gripping me.
“I cannot live without you. I love you. Say you love me.”
“Rhys.”
“Say it,” I insist. I’m probably fucking her too hard, but she seems to like it.
But what I want more than to possess her is for her to have to stay because she’s addicted to me and the way I make her feel. I want her to feel the same desperation I do.
I guess she does, since she’s holding me as tightly as I am her.
“I’m yours.”
Something unravels in my back and I mash our lips together in an attempt to be more closely joined with her. A tension I didn’t realise I was carrying, even after we’d confessed our love for each other. That she’s mine feeds a primal need inside me. Maybe I’ll always lust after claiming her.
“I have to pound you into the mattress, wife.” I let up on our kiss to plead. “Tell me that’s what you want too.”
“Yes. Harder. Deeper,” she encourages me, shifting around beneath me and clutching at my lower back as she tries to get what she desires. “Breed me.”
Oh definitely.
Reaching down, I cram my hand between us, but not letting up my thrusts. “Come again and I’ll give you everything I have. A whole month’s worth of seed just for you, sweetheart. Right up against your womb.”
My good, responsive girl hardly requires anything extra. She comes, digging her fingers into my back hard enough to leave marks. I hope they do. I’m certainly going to give her something to remember this morning.
I ride out her orgasm by pressing my mouth to hers and not watching this one, just experiencing her tight wet heat and continuing to pound into her.
“Rhys,” she pants. “Fill me up.” She reaches up and scrapes her nails firmly over my scalp. I open my eyes and it’s only then I realise she’s recovered from the pinnacle I threw her off. Bright and thoroughly fucked, her eyes are hooded by determination.
“Come inside me, Rhys. I want to see you break apart for me.”
My hips keep pistoning into her and I’m drowning in her pale green eyes. Tropical-beach-water eyes.
“Your love, your seed, a baby.” A little smirk, and for half a second I wonder what that’s about. Then I feel her clench around me. Holding the sensitive head of my cock in a vice-like grip. “Give it to me.”
Pleasure triggers. I can’t get out words to dirty talk or prepare her.
Orgasm shudders down my back in white hot sparks. I shake. It’s so strong, so good it’s painful. It’s way too much even as I know I’ll want this again every day of my life.
But I don’t close my eyes. Neither does Adi. She watches me greedily, as hungry for my orgasm as I am. Probably more. She strokes my hair with affectionate softness as she grips my cock, feeling like she’s milking out every drop.
My muscles give out as I empty myself into her. Not just my balls. My heart. My soul. I’m ruined over this woman. I’d give her everything then break down myself to atoms and offer her those too, to wear as a crown.
I collapse, wracked with the emotion of finally coming in Adi. Of breeding my girl. Every spurt is accompanied by pleasure so intense my brain is jelly. I’ve got no thoughts, just love and devotion and yearning for mywife.
