Page 75 of Filthy Mouth

And I lived to serve my wife.

I pushed inside, forcing her open inch by inch, the belt still wedged in her mouth as her moan rattled against the leather. Her slick walls gripped me like a vice, fluttering and clenching as I drove deeper, chasing that sweet spot only I was allowed to bruise. The chains rattled above her headboard with every thrust, her body strung up and spread for me like an offering.

She was hot, wet, and clamped so fucking tight around my cock. With every plunge she coated me, slicking me up so I could pound her deeper.

“Looks like this whore cunt is dying to be bred,” I muttered, palming her jiggling tit before twisting her nipple until she writhed.

She moaned, biting down hard on the belt.

“Don’t worry, slut. I’m not even all the way in yet. When I dump my load inside you, you’ll suck it straight to your womb.”

I trailed my hand down over her belly, tracing my fingertips across the faint stretch marks. Her pussy was loose enough now, relaxed and greedy. I leaned over her and rammed deep, driving until I found that sweet spot. I hammered it, again and again, until my balls were soaked and slapping loudly between her spread thighs.

She screamed bloody murder, the belt slipping from her teeth.

“Yeah, just like that, whore. Right there,” I panted, grinding hard enough to make her whole body shake against the chains.

I gripped her thighs and drove in hard, sawing back and forth, my balls slapping wet against her with every brutal thrust, hammering her insides. Her pussy started to flutter, clenching greedily around me.

“That’s it, whore,” I growled, rutting deep.“Get ready to suck up your first load. This is what happens when sluts get fucked bareback. They get bred by a stranger.”

“No, sir, please pull out,” she implored, voice breaking—but her cunt betrayed her, sucking me in deeper, milking me for the come she claimed she didn’t want.

Sweat rolled down my temple into my hair. My balls were taut, aching, every nerve sparking as the pressure built. Watching her wreck herself on my cock was my trigger, and she was almost there. I reached between us, grinding my thumb hard against her swollen clit, then rubbed furiously until her body jolted beneath me.

“Milk my seed out like a good breeding slut,” I rasped, pounding into her raw, my hips a blur.

Her scream ripped free, her pussy clamping down like a vice, spasming around my cock. That was it—I slammed deep, balls tightening, cock jerking as I emptied inside her. Hot, thick spurts poured into her greedy cunt, her spasms sucking me dry as if her body had been made for this moment.

It felt like a never-ending load, spilling thick and hot inside her. I could feel it pooling, surrounding the tip of my cock as her cunt milked me for every drop. Planting both hands on the bed, I ground deep, forcing it further into her greedy hole.

“That’s your first creampie,” I whispered, my voice rough against her ear.“You feel all that come inside you?”

Her pussy fluttered around me, spasming as if to answer for her, but when I pulled back enough to see her face, she nodded—eyes glazed, lips trembling with the belt lying on her cheek.

“That’s what whores are,” I growled, shoving deeper until I knocked against her sweet spot.“Receptacles. Holes to fuck and fill with jizz.”

“Fuck, Daddy,” she whispered, her lashes fluttering shut as her cunt clamped down on me, tight as a fist.

I grinned, bending to claim her mouth—the only woman who could take every inch of me in every hole and still beg for more.

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A few hours later, she limped beside me as we walked out of the room. I couldn’t stop smiling—my perfect whore. I locked the door and hung the key on the hook before bending down.

“Jump on my back, Princess. I feel partially responsible for your condition.”

“Partially?” she scoffed.“How am I supposed to walk around the fairground tomorrow?”

I sniggered as she climbed onto my back with a groan.

Arms locked around her thighs, I carried her to the lift. She rested her chin on my shoulder, her breath warm against my ear.

When the doors slid open, I stepped inside.

“Maybe,” she whispered, soft as sin,“we should have another baby.”

I froze. My chest clenched, my brain short-circuited—another tiny Olivia.

“You really did get into the breeding part,” she murmured, kissing the back of my neck.

“But you said—”

“I know what I said. Iona Designs has three offices now, and it’s established. All I do is sit through endless executive meetings. I can appoint a managing director and design from home.”

The lift doors opened, and I rushed her straight toward our bedroom. If I was careful I could remove the pesky IUD.

“I’m sure the park has a wheelchair service, Princess,” I teased, grinning when her laughter filled the room.

The End.