Page 40 of Tempted By the Bosshole

“Look at me fuck you,” I mutter in her ear as I settle restless fingers over her clit.

“Nathan!”

“That’s it, baby girl. You take my cock so well. Just like. You were. Made for. Me.” I slam into her until she’s clutching the sheets and begging with sweet moans.

After another tug on her hair, I stand her on her knees and take in the view of me filling and rubbing her little pussy. Her eyes slide shut as her head falls back to my chest. And damn, her luscious tits bounce with every thrust.

“You’re a fucking goddess.” I pepper kisses along her shoulder and strum the hard tip of her clit. “I can’t stop fucking you. I can’t wait to get home, toss away all my condoms, and stay buried inside you while you swell with my babies.”

“Babies?” Her nails dig into my thighs as her breathing turns labored. “Plural?”

After waiting this long, did she think I would settle for just one? “I want a big family.”

“H-how many kids?”

“A few. We’ll see how it goes and how we feel,” I sidestep.

But I’m making up for the decade I wasted on Julia, so as far as I’m concerned, all forms of birth control are off the table for at least the next five years. I’ll do my level fucking best to keep Isabella pregnant. If I have my way, she’ll always have a baby at her breast and her husband deep inside of her, creating the next child together.

Fuck, I used to make fun of Steve for his breeding kink. For half a decade, Laurel was constantly pregnant. Secretly, I was jealous as hell. And now that it’s my turn, I shouldn’t be surprised by how much the idea of knocking up my bride turns me on.

The telltale flush of arousal begins traveling up her body and pinkening her skin. Her breathing gets choppy. Her entire body turns taut. And that pretty little pussy begins to quiver and clasp me.

“You want to come, wife?”

“Yes. Please…”

“Tell me to come inside you.”

“Nathan.” Her rough breath is a protest.

I’m not having it. “You don’t get to orgasm until you invite me to come deep inside that sweet cunt and fill you with my seed. From now on, that’s how it’s going to be. You want ecstasy? You beg me to spill every drop against your unprotected womb.”

That has her panting. Her wild stare in the mirror tells me she’s aroused even more by my words. I’m starting to think my little wife has a secret breeding kink of her own.

What a deliciously bent surprise.

I swirl her stone-hard clit under my fingers in focused, unhurried stokes designed to ramp her up, not get her off. “Tell me. Or I’ll pull out, come on your stomach, and leave you aching.”

“You don’t play fair.”

“No, I play dirty as hell. Tell me what I want to hear.” I mutter thickly, “Tell me and I’ll give you what your body needs.”

She undulates, trying to get more friction. Trying to steal her orgasm.

“Bad girl.” I spank her swollen cunt.

She clamps down on my cock and mewls.

So my sweet wife likes a little torment with her pleasure? God, I’m starting to think she was made for me…

“I told you the rules. Play nicely or suffer.” For good measure, I spank her pussy again.

“Come inside me, please. Please! I need you…”

Fuck, yeah. “There’s my good girl, begging for my cock.”

With her cries ringing in my ears, I tumble her to the mattress again, onto her stomach. With my palm grinding against her swelling clit, I rail my bride mercilessly, delighting in every groan and whimper until she begins bucking under me with a hoarse cry of completion. I slam into her, my body going up in flames as sensation gathers into an unavoidable pinnacle. Then, as if I haven’t come in years, I unload, filling her tiny pussy full of my seed. Together, we ride the ecstasy that seems to go on forever.

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