Page 68 of Filthy Business
I was on my knees, worshipping her swollen belly.
“Uh, exactly how many children were you planning on having?” Iris asked, raking her nails through my hair as I traced my tongue along my favourite stretch mark.
“I have no idea. Maybe until my balls dry up,” I said, gently massaging her belly. “You signed the contract, baby. No condoms. Ever.”
“I’d give you whatever you want,” she said, gripping my shoulders and sliding her foot up my thigh toward my cock.
“Good girl. Get on the bed and assume your position,” I commanded.
“Yes, sir,” she said with a sweet giggle.
She walked past me, swaying that perfect, rounded arse—tempting me to bite. I clenched my jaw and resisted. I was a man in control. Just.
I swallowed hard when she settled on the bed, hands and knees, belly low, those tender, swollen nipples nearly brushing the sheets.
When I reached her, she was ripe and ready—wet and wanting—but I was in the mood to tease.
“Didn’t Daddy promise you what I’d do to you when you were full of our child, baby?”
“Yes,” she whispered, breath shaky, back arched like the obedient little minx she was.
I knelt between her parted thighs and dragged my tongue through her slick folds, slow and deliberate. She gasped when I did it again, firmer this time, the taste of her arousal driving me mad.
Gripping her arse, I pulled her tighter to my face and buried myself in her messy, swollen cunt. She whimpered when I devoured her—lazily at first, then with purpose, like a man starving for only one thing.
Her.
Pregnant.
Dripping and all mine.
I probed her hot cunt, pushing my tongue into her until she cried out for me. When I slowly slid my tongue in and out of her sweet hole, she began to twitch, hips jerking as she tried to grind back onto my face. I gripped her arse cheeks and held her wide open, licking my way up to her puckered little arsehole.
“Oh, no,” she whimpered when I pressed my tongue against her tight rim.
When she clenched and kept it sealed shut, I slapped her outer thigh. The crack echoed around the bedroom.
She groaned and relaxed.
I traced slow circles around her hole before pushing my tongue inside. This time, she let me in. My fingers slid down, brushing against her soaked pussy before I sank two inside—fucking her dripping cunt while tonguing her arse.
I palmed her arse cheeks and pulled back.
“My filthy little wife. Ready to have her greedy holes filled up,” I murmured, reaching around to feel her belly.“Full from my seed and still begging for more.”
She glanced over her shoulder with a wicked smile.
“Always, Daddy,” she said as I cupped her breasts.
Her smile vanished, and her eyes fluttered shut.
“Yeah? You want me to fuck more come into your belly?” I asked, tugging on her nipples.
“Ugh, you know I do. Why are you torturing me?” she groaned.
I chuckled.
“Payback for getting me hard during the presentation,” I said, rubbing my cock along her pussy and milking her taut nipples.
