Page 70 of Filthy Business
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let everyone in the fucking building hear how good your husband fucks you.”
She tried to speak, but all she could do was moan—wet, desperate, wrecked. Her nails clawed at the sheets. Her cunt was dripping, messy, stretched wide as I railed her like I was trying to fuck her through the mattress.
“You feel that?” I hissed, grinding deep into her until her entire body jerked.“That’s your greedy little hole milking me. You were made for this. For me. To take my cock, my come, my fucking name.”
I gripped her hair tighter and yanked her head back, forcing her to look up, to give me her mouth. She was drooling, lashes damp, cheeks flushed.
“Open,” I demanded.
Her lips parted instantly, and I spat into her mouth.
“Swallow it.”
She did. Moaning around it like it was a blessing.
“Filthy girl,” I rasped, slamming back into her with a brutal rhythm.“So fucking perfect like this—bred, dripping, shaking, marked all over with my come.”
She cried out, thighs trembling.
I reached down, rubbing her clit with ruthless pressure, feeling her squeeze tighter and tighter. Her whole body was a livewire, heat pulsing around me.
“Come for me again,” I snarled.“You don’t stop until I’m done with you. You hear me, Iris?”
She sobbed my name, and then her cunt clamped down so hard I nearly lost control. I didn’t pull out. I didn’t slow. I fucked her through it, through every spasm, every scream.
And when she started going limp in my arms, trembling and soaked, I let go.
With a low, guttural roar, I emptied myself inside her. My cock buried deep. My come flooding that sweet cunt all over again.
Mine.
My sweet Iris.
I didn’t pull out.
Wouldn’t. Couldn’t.
Not when she was this soft and wet around me, her breath hitching every time I shifted even slightly behind her.
I kissed the sweat-slick curve of her shoulder, her back rising and falling in slow, satisfied waves. My cock was still lodged deep inside her used cunt, twitching every time she clenched in her sleep. I’d fucked her stupid, and now I was going to keep her full. Just like I promised.
“Iris,” I murmured, brushing her hair away from her neck and kissing the damp skin there.“You’re going to sleep stuffed with my cock, my come, and my love. Exactly how you should be.”
She hummed a sleepy little moan, thighs shifting slightly, only to whimper as I slid a little deeper. I smiled into her skin.
“Feel that? That’s me. Still hard for you. Still inside you. My cock knows where it belongs.”
My hand drifted down to her belly, resting over the soft swell of her pregnancy. I stroked her there, palm wide and protective.
“Soon, this belly will be even bigger. Heavy. You’ll waddle when you walk. Your tits will leak for me. And I’ll keep you like this—bred, worshipped, and so fucking full.”
Her cunt fluttered around me.
“Even your body agrees, sweetheart. You’re still clenching for me in your sleep.”
I grunted, hips twitching, buried as deep as I could go. No thrusting now. Just heat and pressure and filthy ownership. She shifted again, sighing, and I knew she was sinking under.
“Sleep now, Iris,” I whispered, wrapping my arm tighter around her, cock throbbing lazily inside her soaked pussy.“Daddy’s not going anywhere. You’ll wake up with me still right here. Inside. Always.”
