Page 42 of Wicked William

“Yes, Daddy,” she moans and spreads her legs.

I smirk and press the heel of my hand over her mons. She grips my wrist and bites her lip. She probably won’t come like this. But maybe. I rock my hand giving her pressure above her clit.

“Do you want the waiter to see your breast, little wife?”

She hesitates for a minute. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, her voice so low I almost can’t hear it.

“So naughty.”

She nods but closes her eyes. I feel her body quiver beneath my touch and I know she’s close.

“Just pretend you don’t know it’s out.”

“A wardrobe malfunction,” she laughs.

“Yes, a wardrobe malfunction.” Her nipple is barely visible but it’s there. I whisper in her ear, “The waiter is coming.”

Her eyes snap open.

I press in deeper just as the waiter arrives, and she smiles up at him, her face still flushed, my finger jammed in her pussy.

The waiter does a double take at seeing her tit when he places her plate down. I know what he’s thinking, what he wants. How he wishes he could take that ruby nipple in his mouth and taste the sweetness of her.

I’ve never let anyone see her so clearly before, though we’ve had a few close calls over the years. She craves the danger. She likes a little humiliation, to have her body exposed and her pleasure offered up for a stranger to see.

And I love it. I love that she trusts me enough to let me do this.

I will always protect her. I will always keep her safe. And I will always walk a line between wanting to show her off and wanting to keep her all to myself.

“Anything else, sir?” His discretion will earn him a larger tip, though seeing my wife in this state is probably reward enough.

“That will be all. Thank you.”

When he leaves, she shudders, her pussy fluttering sweetly around my fingers as she comes.

“Such a good girl.” I fix her dress and remove my hand from her body.

“Daddy, we are so bad.”

“I know, little one. But that’s why we do it.”

Back in our room an hour later, I remind her that Daddy hasn’t come yet.

“I offered you a blowjob in the elevator,” she says.

“That won’t make a baby, Maisy.”

It took us five years to get to this place where we are both ready for a child. I have spent the last three days torturing myself thinking about getting her pregnant but not allowing myself to come. Couldn’t waste the swimmers. I didn’t want all that undone by a blowjob in the elevator, no matter how awesome that sounded.

As kinky as we’ve been over the years, suddenly she looks a little shy. “You’re going to put a baby in me tonight,” she says, a little bit of awe in her voice.

“Yes.” I wrap her in my arms and kiss her forehead. “And it’s going to be the most beautiful love we’ve ever made.”

We disrobe slowly, carefully, our eyes never leaving each other’s as we explore each other’s bodies. I’ve never wanted her more than I do right now, never felt more connected.

I let my cock find her warm, wet entrance and we both gasp as I slide into her. I thrust into her in a slow, steady rhythm, and she moans, her tight embrace around my body drawing me in deeper and deeper.

We both reach our climax together, and I fill her with my cum, the promise of a baby we both want so badly.

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