Page 28 of Filthy Business (Obsessive Age Gap #1)

Magnus

Five Months Later

She stood at the screen and talked, but all I could see was her burgeoning belly and buxom chest.

Her sly wink before she started the presentation told me she was torturing me on purpose.

When her jacket slipped off, I knew it.

I glanced at everyone watching her—glad every man and woman in the room knew it was my seed in her belly.

With the legal section covered, someone else stood up, and Iris’s sexy arse came and sat beside me.

“You’re so fucked as soon as this meeting is over,”

I whispered.

“It’s just as well I’m not wearing any knickers, then,”

she whispered back.

I smiled and held my wife’s hand under the table.

***

“So let me get this right. You found the perfect woman, who sucked the soul out of your balls… and you lost her?”

I asked a panicked Benedict for clarification.

“Yes! Don’t you listen? She left at the stroke of midnight, like fucking Cinderella. I need to find that filthy mouth,” he cried.

Iris walked into the bedroom.

Red silk robe.

She tugged on the knot.

“Hello? Hello?”

Benedict said.

I hung up the moment the robe slid to the floor.

“This,”

I said, shooting off the bed.

“I want to keep you like this for the rest of our lives.”

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.

“I could sneeze and you’d be turned on,”

she grumbled.

“All you need to do is breathe and I’m hard for you, sweetheart.”

I dragged my cockhead through her soaked folds, teasing her entrance but refusing to push in. Her pussy clenched at nothing, begging for me. My hands stayed on her hips, thumbs pressing into the softness just above her arse.

“You feel that? How desperate your cunt is? Greedy little hole can’t go a single day without me.”

She whimpered, arching her back like the obedient, cock-hungry wife she was.

“Please, Daddy…”

I smirked.

“There she is. My favourite sound in the world.”

Then I slammed into her.

Soft, wet, tight and all fucking mine.

I held myself inside her, feeling every twitch and velvety muscle around my cock.

Her strangled cry and panting began.

I held her hips, rocking myself against her soft arse cheeks.

“Yes, baby, keep that tight hole open for me,”

I said, pulling back and giving her longer strokes of my dick.

“Just like this, sucking me in every fucking time.”

She moaned and gripped the sheets, her body arching into every thrust like she was made to be filled by me.

“God, look at you,”

I growled, watching her greedy little pussy swallow my cock with every slow, hard push.

“Stretched and stuffed, just like you love.”

Her hips trembled when I reached under and cupped the curve of her belly, feeling the taut swell of it between our bodies. My other hand stayed on her hip, keeping her right where I wanted her.

“Carrying my baby, dripping with my come, and still begging for more cock. You’re a fucking dream, Iris.”

She sobbed out my name as I picked up the pace, slamming deeper. Her breath hitched with every thrust, filthy sounds filling the room.

“Gonna fuck you so full tonight your body won’t know what hit it.”

I braced one hand on the small of her back and pounded into her with ruthless precision. Her moans turned into broken little gasps, then screams.

“That’s it, take it,”

I snarled.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be bent over, full of my cock, bred like the needy little whore you are.”

Her arms gave out, and she collapsed onto the bed, her arse high, body trembling. I followed her down, one hand gripping her shoulder, the other fisted in her hair.

“I said stay open for me.”

I slammed in again.

“Don’t you dare fucking close up on me now. You’re going to take every goddamn inch until I say stop.”

She let out a choked sob, and I felt her cunt clamp down hard around me. I grinned like a savage.

“Oh, fuck—are you coming already? You can’t help it, can you, Iris? Your tight little body’s been trained to come the second I’m inside.”

I didn’t stop. I didn’t slow.

I wrapped my hand around her throat and pulled her up against my chest. Her back arched, tits bouncing with every brutal thrust.

“Breathe, baby. Just enough to scream my name.”

Then I fucked her harder.

Her throat flexed beneath my hand, a delicious contrast to the velvet heat squeezing my cock. I growled in her ear, my voice pure gravel.

“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.”

And I meant it.

I wasn’t letting her go.

Not tonight. Not ever.

***

When I woke up, I wasn’t buried inside her hole, but her hot little mouth was working up and down my cock, sucking up her sweet juice and my come from last night. I stretched my back and spread my legs wider.

“Clean my balls as well, baby. You made quite the mess last night,”

I said, pulling the covers off her head to watch.

Iris glanced up at me and licked her way down the length of my cock before her tongue swirled around one ball, licking and sucking, then moving to the other.

“My hot little wife,”

I murmured.

“Look at you—licking up every filthy drop like the good little cumslut you are. That mouth was made for me, baby. You were born to worship this cock.”

She moaned around my sac, eyes flickering up to meet mine.

“Suck on the tip and slide your way down to my balls. I want to feel your throat, sweetheart. Choke on it for me, yeah? Daddy wants to see those eyes water.”

She rose up and spat on my cock—loud, messy, obscene—then leaned back and let it drip from her tongue, watching it trail down my length. I hissed through my teeth, veins bulging in my arms as I gripped the sheets.

“That’s it. Make a fucking mess of it.”

She wrapped her lips around the head, eyes locked on mine as she sank lower, wet and hungry.

“My filthy little cocksleeve,”

I growled.

“Suck it like you’re starved. I want your throat bruised, baby. I want you sore every time you swallow.”

She gagged as I bucked up, shoving deeper.

“Fucking perfect. Just like that. Nose against my cock, drool all over your chin—show me who you belong to.”

I grabbed her hair and held her still, fucking her open mouth while she drooled and gagged for me. With each thrust up into her throat, she stayed open for it—obedient only for me. Her Daddy. Tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking my balls.

When she moaned around my cock, I had to yank her off.

She was going to be soaked. Aching. Desperate for me to fill her where it counted.

She gasped for air, and I sat up to wipe her face—smearing our mess into her hair.

“Come here, sweetheart. Lie on your back. Let Daddy give you what you need,”

I crooned, guiding her up with my hands.

I laid her on the bed and went to get the harness.

She was getting deep-fucked this morning.