Page 35 of Filthy Uncle To Go

I squeal again, so close to the edge, but my husband’s not done yet. Slowly, he pulls all the way out and I gasp upon seeing the slippery rod, pulsing with veins. Then he lowers the tip and presses gently against my dark hole.

“Can you handle this tonight?” he murmurs against my throat. “You know how much I like it.”

It’s true. Drake introduced me to the pleasures of anal, and now, we engage in back door sex on the regular. Like a little whore, I lift my knees up by my ears, and roll my pelvis up so that my brown buttonhole winks at him.

“Of course I can handle it,” I invite throatily, flexing my anus at him. “This is all yours, Daddy.”

With that, Drake presses against the sensitive pleats, and at first, there’s no movement. But he’s gentle, and soon my sphincter releases with an audible pop and he slides all the way in.

“Fuck baby girl. You’re such a butt slut you know that? Taking Daddy in one stroke.”

I merely giggle while clenching my rectum.

“Oooh, but I like it,” I hum. “Mmm, do me deep, Daddy.”

With that, the sensual session continues. Drake takes me thoroughly, and soon the deep penetration has turned into a frenzied pounding. We both cry out with ecstasy, and suddenly I soar over the edge.

“Daddy!” I scream. “Oh, I love you!”

He moans again before jerking and spurting.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he rasps, pumping my bottom full of virility. “Always, baby girl.”

We moan and convulse some more, our bodies pulsing with coordinated energy as love encircles us. But eventually everything ends, and soon we drift back to Earth, our bodies sheened in sweat. Drake sees my look of concentration and he frowns before kissing my lips.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asks. “That was amazing.”

“It’s nothing,” I sigh. “I’m just thinking about losing a few pounds, that’s all,” I say.

“What? Why?” he asks.

I smile ruefully, pinching my tummy.

“Well, I’ve gained some weight since having Emily, and I want to slim down to the size that I was before,” I say.

My husband shakes his head, those blue eyes flaring. Drake’s still so gorgeous that sometimes, I have trouble believing that I’m married to him.

“You look beautiful just the way you are, baby girl. You don’t need to lose a single pound,” he declares as he gazes into my eyes.

“You really think so?” I ask.

“Yeah, and in fact, I think you would look great with an extra fifty pounds.”

“Fifty?” I ask as I laugh. “That’s a lot of extra weight, babe. I mean, that’s really a huge number.”

“I know,” Drake says, his eyes gleaming. “But you’d be extra-sexy, honey.” Still, I’m skeptical.

“You really would want to see me fifty pounds heavier?” I ask incredulously.

“Yup, without a doubt,” he nods. “I love that we have a daughter together, honey, and being a father of one baby makes me want to have a few more. The reason I want you to put on an extra fifty pounds is because I want us to have another child stat.”

“You do?” I ask, blinking and startled. “But we just had Emily!”

He grins.

“I know, but I want us to have a huge family,” he says. “I didn’t have any siblings growing up, and at times, it got pretty lonely. I want Emily to have brothers and sisters to play with, and that’s something that I always admired about the Millers too. Your family is close, and I want that for myself too.”

I gently stroke his arm.