Page 140 of Born of Ice

I can never help it around her. Never.

“Were you a good girl and kept your pussy plug in the whole day?” I ask her, kneading her ass as I grind her against me but can’t feel the T-bar of her plug, rub against me.

“Almost,” she breathes into my mouth, having just as hard a time staying away from me as I do.

“Almost?” I raise one eyebrow, and she blushes, sinking her teeth into the swollen bottom lip.

“I had to take it out to do what I did today.”

I narrow my eyes, my grip on her tightening. “And what would that be?” I ask in a low, threatening voice. My wife knows not to let a single drop of my cum out of her tight little pussy until I can fill it up again. She knows the repercussions for it are not pretty.

“I had to see my doctor.” I reel back, all playfulness gone from my face.

“Doctor? What doctor? Why didn’t you tell me? Are you okay? Is it your back?” I’m shooting out questions left and right. This woman will give me a heart attack.

I can barely handle it when she has a cold, forget something worse.

Electra’s been doing extremely well after the injury. Dr. Miles was very mad and then very in awe of her performance at the Olympics because she shouldn’t be able to do what she does, yet here we are.

“It’s nothing like that.” She giggles, patting my chest and kisses my nose. “I went to see my gynecologist.” I frown, still not understanding where she’s going with this. “I had to make sure it was all good to go.”

“What was all good to go?”

“Jesus Christ.” She sighs and then fixes me with one of her long looks. “Exton, I’d like you to fuck me with all you’ve got tonight because tomorrow I’d like to wake up with your baby in me.”

I almost drop her. My whole body going in shock. “You…you’re not on birth control anymore?” I rasp out, my eyes wide as I still try to catch up to what she just said.

Electra smiles softly rubbing against my cock who clearly understood all she just said based on how eager he is to get in there. She brings her mouth to my ear and whispers, “No. Can I get your cum now, please?”

“Oh, fuck…” I whine and we are on the move. I basically skip three steps at a time as I carry my wife into our room and crumble to the bed while our hands are already tugging on every piece of clothing we have on.

My lips kiss every inch of skin I see, nibbling on it as soon as she’s free of her shirt and her nails dig into my back as soon as I toss mine to the side.

“Exton,” she moans. “I need you now, please!”

I groan, kissing my way down her body until I’m pulling on those damn leggings. Yes, I still hate them as much as I used to. I hate every piece of clothing that hides her from me.

Throwing them to the floor I rip her panties off and drop my mouth to her pussy, giving it a good long lick as she shudders. “Can we do the whole sweet routine later?” she whines, propping her head up to look at me with lust and unquenchable thirst in those icy blues.

“Shhh, I’m soothing her before I rip her apart.” I plunge my tongue inside her slit, and Electra’s head falls back to the bed with a long moan. Her fingers dig into my hair and a second later she’s riding it, fucking herself on my mouth like the needy little whore she is for me.

Fuck, nothing has ever felt better than her. Nothing and no one. She’s perfect. She’s mine, and now she’ll have my baby. I’ll get to watch her stomach grow round with a part of me inside her.

My tongue picks up its speed as my balls draw up from the thought alone. Fuck…I can’t wait anymore.

Electra is on the brink of her orgasm when I pull away and before she has a chance to whine, I thrust into her hard enough to send her body off the bed.

“Oh, God!” she screams, her hands look for me, needing more contact, and I give it to her, needing it just as much.

Our lips fuse, our tongues rub against each other, we hold each other tight as I fuck her hard and fast, drawing out that climax she was about to have in all of two seconds.

Her walls flutter around me, squeezing me tight but I’m determined to hold out. To keep this going all night long. To fuck her until she comes so many times, she loses track and only then to fill her up. To let my cum paint her womb but the little vixen ruins it all.

“Exton! Come, please. Give it to me, give me your baby!” And I’m done for.

I’m fucking done, my cock swelling inside her still-pulsating walls, and I climax with a low grunt, pumping into her until every last drop is as deep as it can be and collapse on top of her.

“Don’t pull out,” she breathes into my ear, her chest heaving underneath me as her hands hold my sweaty body tight to hers and clutch the hair on the back of my head.

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