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“Fuck yeah, baby.”

I settle my hands back on her hips, lifting her on and off my cock, and she starts wildly riding me.

Her eyes shutter as she takes in the pleasure while I press my hips forward, meeting her thrust for thrust.

As she rides me, her breasts jiggle in my face. My mouth waters as I raise my chin to press my face between them and suck on a nipple.

“God, I love you,” she says.

I lean forward for a better angle as she bounces on my dick. She’s fucking me so hard that my back keeps ramming into the headboard.

I can always tell when she’s close because she goes fucking hard.

My baby works for her orgasm.

Her legs tremble as she throws her head back, moaning my name and telling me how much she loves me.

That’s another sign I know she’s close.

She throws out, “I love you”and “I love your cock.”

“Yes, baby,” I grunt out. “Come on your husband’s cock. Give it to me. Use this dick for all your needs.”

She fucks me harder.

The headboard hits the wall.

Not even ten seconds later, I feel her pussy constrict around my cock, and she moans out my name, along with another appreciative comment about my big dick.

I’m so close myself.

Gripping Genesis’s hips, I flip her onto her stomach, her ass in the air. I slap it a few times, and my dick is soaked with her cum as I thrust inside her.

She plants her elbows on the bed as I raise her hips higher, fucking her as hard as she fucked me, grunting how much I love her with each stroke.

I fuck her as hard as I love her.

As I get close, my cock growing bigger and ready to bust in her sweet pussy, I roll her onto her back. I push my body between her legs, entering her missionary, and she wraps her legs around my waist.

I slowly make love to my wife.

Five Months Later

Women are fucking warriors.

Genesis was in labor for twelve hours.

Twelve. Fucking. Hours.

I’ve been around strong, murderous men all my life, but never seen someone as strong as her.

“Have Mom and Dad decided on a name yet?” the nurse asks as I sit beside Genesis on the hospital bed, running my thumb over our baby girl’s hair.

She’s beautiful.

I’ve never seen or held anything more precious.

Staring down at her, I smile.