“Maxim,” I whimper, hating how long he’s taking with me exposed like this to him.
“Shh shh, sweet girl. I will take care of you. I’ll always take care of you,” he promises. And then immediately latches his mouth onto my pussy from behind, drawing my hips slightly up on the table for a better angle. At one point, he gets frustrated and places me completely on the table, and I’m spread out on all fours with my ass tilted up and my pussy leaking.
The noises he makes while licking up every drop of me are addictive, all moans and manly grunts and other bursts of sound. He swirls his tongue over my asshole, and there was once a time when I didn’t think I’d like anal play, but now it drives me crazy. He takes his time opening me up with a finger slick with juices from my pussy. He uses two thick fingers from his other hand to slam back into my cunt, and suddenly I’m coming harder than I thought possible, knowing that I’m squirting all over my kitchen table, thankful that my sister moved out months ago, loving the way he loves me. This man wants every drop of me, and I’m the happiest girl alive.
Later, after several more rounds of fucking on every possible surface, I tell my husband the good news: I’m pregnant. I’ll never ever forget the look of complete and utter delight on his face. It is perfect.
Epilogue Two: Maxim
I thought I’d never see something as beautiful as the sight of Ava sitting on my lap that first night we’d met. I was wrong. And then, I thought I’d never see something as beautiful as the sight of Ava coming undone under me after the first time we made love. Wrong again. When she walked down the aisle, a vision in angelic white lace and sinful curves, I thought she could never be more beautiful.
Guess what?
Yep, I was wrong again. Because my wife, almost 9 months pregnant with my child, wearing the skimpiest little lingerie I could imagine? I’ve won the life lottery. I can’t help but feel such gratitude to the whole universe for conspiring to get me to this place.
“Well, aren’t you going to unwrap me, birthday boy?” she says with a giggle, and I shake my head as I stalk toward her.
“No, zvezda moya, I’m taking my time” I say while unbuckling my pants and freeing my painful erection. Her eyes widen and she licks her lips.
“Oh no you don’t,” I warn, as she reaches for my cock. If she touches me I’ll go off immediately. It was already hard to control myself around her before she was pregnant but my god, something about the combination of pregnancy hormones making her even hornier than before, plus the feel of her gushing warm pussy around me makes it impossible to not jump her bones. I’ve given up trying.
These last few weeks of her pregnancy have been insane, with her adorable bump seeming to almost double in size and her hormones in overdrive. She’s always been insatiable, but pregnant Ava is definitely the horniest Ava. And I’m not complaining at all.
One of the easiest positions for her these days is having her straddle and ride me. I sit up, not wanting to miss a second of seeing her move with such grace and comfort in her skin. She was so nervous to be pregnant—worried she wouldn’t enjoy the experience like some women. But, like everything else, my love took to the role with ease and style. She says she loves being pregnant, and I’m so glad because I want to have a whole brood of babies with her. I want us to have the big loving family I always wished for as a child.
She still has her lingerie on, and I set about freeing her tits from her sexy lace bra. They’ve grown even bigger with the pregnancy and I can’t say I mind it at all. Her nipples are thicker and darker, and something fierce and primal comes over me every time I see them. This is my woman. My love. My life.
I place my hands on her arms to steady her while she grabs my cock and slides it over to her entrance. She keeps the thong on, choosing instead to notch my cock inside by pulling the fabric to the side while I thrust into her leaking pussy.
Once she’s fully seated on me, her eyes look up from where we are joined, her face a combination of exquisite pleasure and awe. I let her set the pace, wanting her to know that this is all for her.
“Oh god, Maxim,” she whines, and I’m in awe at how close she is already. I pride myself on being able to get her off quickly when I need to, but she’s been like a sexed-up racehorse lately—able to get there so fucking fast. The wet sounds of her pussy fill my ears, and I groan against her skin before pulling one of her tight nipples into my mouth, sucking and nipping the way I always do.
Except, this time, it’s different. There’s a sweetness that isn’t normally there. I pull back to confirm my suspicions and see that there are a few drops of barely-there milk on her glorious brown tits. She catches me staring at them and tilts her head back a little, looking down on me like the queen she is.
“Go ahead, Daddy, why don’t you get a better taste?” She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I squeeze her tit and more milk trickles out, and I go to work attacking her tits as best as I can while I’m on the verge of exploding inside her. Something about the way I’m sucking her seems to be working because she bounces up faster on my cock, whimpering and muttering incoherently until I reach between us and pinch her clit. She explodes, shuddering around me while I pump my own release into her.
Our position means that my come slides out of her easily, making an obscene noise as it trickles down to my balls. She trails her hand down her belly, down to where we are joined, and scoops some of my come onto her finger. She licks some of it up, tasting it, and I’m kissing her before she can even get her finger out of her mouth. My sweet, perfect, filthy fucking girl.
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