Page 111 of Then Came You

"We have to be quick, Tink," reminding her that any one of our four children could catch us.

"Okay, daddy."

I tongue the valley of her breasts, my scruff scraping her in the most erotic and animalistic way, sucking on a bare spot, intentionally leaving my mark on her. I want her black and blue in the best way possible.

These fucking tits drive me wild.

I've spent hours and hours watching as they nourish our children, seeing how Row embodies mother nature to perfection. As much as they've been a source of comfort and contentment for our daughter and son, they've been a source of pleasure for me too. I've sucked them, fucked them, come on them, tattooed them, bitten them, and worshipped them.

I'll never get enough of them.

I lavish attention on her exquisite chest, stopping only momentarily to lay her on her back.

Placing her legs lewdly over my shoulders, I align my cock with her dripping cunt.

She lets out a sultry whimper when I impale her.

So. Fucking. Hot.

"Oh," she breathes.

I suckle her nipple softly, feeling her shudder under me when I use my teeth. Her body is extra sensitive with the pregnancy. I have to be extra careful not to squash our baby. Poor little man has seen more of my dick than anything else, the way Row has been insatiable lately.

I pull all the way out only to slam back into her. Slow then fast. Side to side. Back and forth.

She wails in pleasure, her ample cleavage swaying in all directions.

I'm drawn to her stiff nipples, which are begging for my mouth again, but Row has other plans for my lips as she slides her tongue inside. It's a dirty, sloppy kiss, just the way I like it.

"That's it, daddy. Oh, you feel so good. Your piercing. Fuck." My cock twitches at the mention of my Jacob's ladder. The first time we fucked after I got it, she said it transcended her to another dimension. Something about the ridges massaging her insides. I felt like a fucking king.

"Tell me more, baby girl. Tell me what you crave from daddy. Tell me what my good little slut needs?" I beg.

She holds on for dear life as I thrust into her.

With a pant, she digs her fingers into my neck. "I want your cum."

"What else?" I grunt, parting her cheeks slightly to intensify the sensation.

"I want your thumb on my clit ring, rubbing back and forth, and I want you to ass fuck me." The end of her sentence finishes on a squeal as I'm one step ahead of her. My fat thumb reaches underneath, probing her ring.

"Like that, Tink?" she nods and rolls her head like a doll. I watch her expression change as I dig deeper. "Such a good fucking girl," I praise, knowing she gets off on it.

"Blade. Oh. Blade. Fuck."

"What else, baby girl?"

"My clit. Spit on it and rub it raw."

Jesus Christ, her filthy mouth knows no limits.

I sure as hell deliver what she's asked.

"Yes!" she squeals. The onset of her climax is like a roaring freight train. She tries to push my hand away, but between her bulging bump and my strength, I overpower her. "Too much. Too much." I don't listen, knowing her clenching muscles are about to give out at any second, and she's about to squirt all over my cock. There's nothing better than her cunt juices saturating me. "Ahhh. Oh. I'm there. Daddy...daddy…daddy," she chants.

Fucking utter perfection.

I watch as her eyes roll back, her wagging tongue sticking out. Her muted purple hair has fallen out, strands cascading over her face and boobs. She's no longer wet from the water but from the perspiring heat and sex.

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