Page 32 of The Stowaway

I let go of one leg to push my cock inside her before I held her thigh down to watch my cock sink into her to my pelvis. The feel of her silky smooth pussy made my heart race with excitement.

“Yeah, you love getting this pussy stuffed, Kitten. I can feel how wet you are,” I said, looking at her tits. I was going to watch those pink-tipped breasts dance as I fucked my wife senseless.

I slid out and slammed back inside her, watching her breasts. A long low moan escaped her lips as I began to fuck her in long hard strokes. Each time our flesh slapped together, her breasts shook. Her head was thrown back, with her eyes closed and mouth open. Her lips were pinky and puffy from her swallowing my cock. My cock throbbed inside her, and I’d never felt harder.

“Do you like that, Kitten? You like my cock in this tight little pussy?”

She groaned and tried to move, but I had her pinned, so she nodded her head. I rubbed her clit, which was slippery and wet, as I continued to thrust back and forth, watching myself slide in and out of her hole.

Her cries became louder as she approached her orgasm. I let go and fucked her as deep as I could. She came just as I felt the familiar tingle in my balls.

“Fuck, yes, take it all, Kitten, take my cum, suck it out,” I said, panting from the exertion and rubbing my thumb over her clit back and forth until her pussy clutched me tightly.

I held myself inside her and shot my cum inside her.

“Yes, baby, that’s it, drain my balls, moya zhena,” I gritted out as I filled her up.

When I saw the relaxed, contented look in my Kitten’s eyes, that's all I needed.

My wife, my baby and our life together.

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I lay awake on my phone reading about the health risks of pregnancy and how to minimise them. The baby’s development period and how to prepare for its birth. As much as I would love having a large family, I hadn't taken into account how scared shitless it would make me feel. I glanced at my sleeping wife, who hopefully didn't have a care in the world. I rubbed my eyes before placing the phone to one side and gently pulled Amelia towards me.

I had William, Paul and Gillian in the shed on the estate. With the guise of work, I had been working on all three of them. I knew they would come to me after the media coverage I’d leaked. The only person that had required a pickup was the son. Her mother was an addict, her stepfather was a degenerate, and the son was simply an extension of his father. A scumbag. They weren't going to be a priority for the police, if at all.

I held my wife and placed my hand on her belly. My vengeance wasn't only for the night they attacked her but for the years of abuse prior to that fateful night. I smiled into Amelia’s hair. Every day, I stripped a portion of their humanity away until there were only empty husks left.

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By the fourth month of pregnancy, my Kitten looked serene and almost had an ethereal glow around her. It could be the sun shining down on her blond hair or the fact that she wore a brilliant white and gold dress. I stood close to the doorway, watching her like a creeper.

She put her book down with a sigh and looked down at her belly before placing both hands over the small bump. Misha was lying beside her lengthways with his head between her legs.

“I hope I'm going to be a good Mum to you,” she murmured before she sighed and rubbed our baby. “I love you so much.”

When Misha lifted his head, Amelia laughed. “I promise always to love you, too, Misha,” she said, stroking his head.

The cheeky bastard was always mooning over her, but he had become protective over her since she was pregnant. It had taken me almost two weeks to retrain him because he had started to growl at me when I would get close to Amelia. I didn't mind as much as I’d made out, simply for the fact if anyone was a threat to her or our baby, he would attack them.

“Where do I fit into the equation, Kitten?” I asked softly, stepping into the warm conservatory.

“Ivan, you're home early,” she said with a wide smile. “You gave me the best gift of all, our baby.”

“No, don't get up,” I said as she began to sit up, striding towards them. I bent down to kiss her before putting my hand over her bump. “I told you I won't be away for long now.”

I pulled the elasticated portion of her dress down over her breasts and saw she was wearing a see-through white lace bra. Her nipples were much larger and more sensitive. I loved worshipping those delightful breasts. I held them before I latched my mouth on her nipple and sucked her through the lace until I soaked the material.

Her hands ran over the shorter sections of my hair until she brought them to the top. With a moan, she gripped my hair to hold me down. I sat on the edge of the coffee table so I could continue to tease my sexy wife.

“Ya lyublyu tebya, muzh,” she whispered with near-perfect pronunciation. I love you, husband.

My eyes flicked towards hers as I sucked on her other nipple. She deserved a reward for her diligence in learning my language.

“Not as much as I love you, moya zhena. How about we take a walk through the gardens?” I asked after I was done teasing her.

Misha lifted his head again when he heard the word walk.

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