Page 70 of Habibi: Always and Forever

TRYING HARD

DUKE

W hen dinner was done, I started on the dishes while Azrael took Noah to bed for his ritual bedtime story.

Clover trotted around behind them, as usual. Little fucker never left Azrael’s shadow and now Noah’s as well.

But it was all right. I had Silver, who was my faithful disciple. So it was no surprise that she jumped up on the kitchen counter and watched me from the end as I washed dishes, completely undeterred by all the water splashing around.

“Want to give me a hand?” I side-eyed the Russian Blue cat that had entered our lives so unexpectedly—as did most of our animals, to be honest—and she tilted her head and meowed in response.

“Yeah, I don’t need a supervisor. I need someone to take over,” I told her, but she didn’t dare pick up the sponge and dish soap and finish up the plates.

“That’s okay. I know you would if you could.” I rubbed behind her ears with wet fingers, and she didn’t mind one bit.

She purred so loudly she sounded like a generator, producing her very own cuddle vibes.

“Yeah, I love you too, silly girly,” I said.

“Hey! Don’t go around sharing your heart. I’m supposed to have most of it.” Azrael entered the room behind me, and I jumped.

Silver did too and dashed off the counter to hide under the table.

“Hey! I was having a moment with my daughter!” I groaned and turned around to face my husband.

Ha.

It’s been years, and I’m still in disbelief that I have one.

“And second, you know Noah holds most of my heart.”

“I know.” He smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his arms.

He pressed his lips to mine, and I let go, surrendering to his loving embrace.

“Is he out already?”

“He was out before I was done with the first page, are you kidding?” he answered.

“I guess playing with Levi and the dogs all day tired him out.”

“We should make it a regular thing.”

I rolled my eyes.

“You’re just saying that because you want more smexy time at night.”

Azrael raised an eyebrow and grimaced.

“Is that a crime?”

I shook my head.

“Ah. Good. Just checking.” He let go of me and took over washing the dishes, and I offered Silver some treats as compensation for her other daddy scaring her like that.

“I think I’m going to jump in the shower,” I said and kissed him before I retreated to our bedroom, took off all my clothes, and found solace under the hot water in our en suite.

Today had been a long day. I was exhausted and felt dirty. But at least I had lots of help these days. It wasn’t like a few years ago when it was just me and Pen working like—excuse the pun—dogs, twenty-four seven.

I closed my eyes and let the water wash off the day before I even started with the shampoo and body wash.

A pair of hands smoothed over my sides and settled on my chest, and even though he’d just scared me for the second time in a row, I leaned back on my husband, who was as naked as I was.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Saving water, of course.” He smirked.

Before I could even open my mouth, I felt his flagpole rise between my legs, and I lost my train of thought, my mind, my fucking reasoning.

Yeah, I may have lost my virginity a long time ago, but I was still a mumbling fool when my husband touched me.

Can you blame me? Have you seen him?

“Oh, saving water is good,” I whispered when I managed to think gay. I’d given up on thinking straight a long time ago.

“Besides, I was thinking…” he started and pressed his body against mine.

His cock rubbed against my taint and balls, teasing me with a good time and making me as rock hard as him in seconds.

“We did say we’d start tonight,” he whispered in my ear and bit my lobe.

“Start what?”

“On baby number two?”

I grimaced before I remembered our conversation from earlier in the day, when Noah was playing with Levi, and Azrael had stated he wanted ten more kids.

“Oh, tonight?”

“Yeah. Why? Do you have a headache?”

I shook my head.

“You know it’s going to be hard, right?”

“What is?” he asked.

“Getting pregnant. I’m only a man after all.”

Azrael shrugged and pursed his lips.

“That’s okay. We can give it a really good go. I’m willing to go all night if it means I put a baby in you.”

My cock throbbed. My taint felt warmer, and my cheeks…was I blushing, or did the water get hotter?

It must be the water, right?

“Ooh, yes, please, hubby. Put all the babies in me,” I said and pushed my hands back to grab his ass and press him closer to me.

What? Did you expect me to refuse? I’m not a blushing virgin anymore.

No.

I’m a blushing faithful hoe…to my husband.

I don’t open my legs for just anyone.

Azrael thrust against me, and I let out a moan that was drowned out by the water and the soundproofing.

We checked it a long time ago, all right? We didn’t want to traumatize our son, so we’d conducted extensive research on the matter.

“You’re so sexy, baby,” he growled in my ear, and my cock jolted in reaction.

“Oh yeah? Is that why you want to put your babies in me? Huh?”

“Fuck yeah. Who else would be better for the job than the best…”—he thrust again—“fucking boy in town?”

“Just the town, huh?” I gasped and crossed my legs, trapping his cock between them.

Azrael tensed.

“The whole fucking world, baby. The whole galaxy. There’s no one else I’d want to put my babies in.”

He bucked his hips, not much but enough for the friction to send him into a spiral of primal sounds, which in turn, sent shivers down my spine and made heat pool between my legs. That was also partially caused by his hot, throbbing dick trapped between my thighs.

“You’re all talk, husband. All talk, no bite,” I moaned and fixed my arms above my head so I could trap his head, then I pushed my hips back, telling and showing him exactly what I wanted.

“Fuck!” he growled and reached for the lube bottle.

Yes, we have a lube bottle in the shower. Is that a problem? It’s even fixed to the wall for easy access. Judge us.

His hand parted my ass cheeks as he applied the lube to his cock, and without warning, pushed his crown against my hole.

My stomach sank, and I held my breath, wincing at the piercing pain. To his credit, Azrael knew my body by heart, so he went gentle and easy on me. Slow and sensual until the pain turned to pleasure, and a moan erupted out of me.

“ Ngh ! Yeah, hubby. Your cock feels so good inside me. So…fucking…good,” I whimpered.

Azrael wrapped his arms around my stomach again and moved rhythmically in and out of my body, making me more desperate and weak with each thrust.

“You like that?” he whispered. “You like hubby’s big cock in your big boy pussy?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded with rushed, frantic movements.

“What a good boy pussy my hubby has. So nice and tight. And fertile.”

“Ah, fuck, Az. Keep talking dirty to me.”

He practically lifted me off the floor and held me in the air, making me bounce on his cock like I was nothing but a toy hole he was using to get off.

“You like that? You like that, husband? You want my big cock deeper?”

“Yeah,” I cried. “Deeper, hubby. I want you so deep I can feel you in my stomach.”

“ Ngh . There you…go. Is that good? Does that feel good, hubby?”

“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. So good.”

He was inside me all the way to the root and still held me in the air in his big, strong arms, and somehow he managed to start planting kisses on my neck, my weak spot.

You know, other than my ass.

Talk about the perfect man.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so thick and big. You feel so good.”

“So do you, hubby. So fucking good. So nice and warm. The perfect place for my babies to grow big and strong.”

I bit my lip and swallowed a whimper.

I didn’t know why it felt so hot hearing this stuff, if it was simply because it was nice to fantasize about it becoming reality, or if it was hot simply because it was impossible.

Or maybe it was just hot, and there was no deeper meaning behind it.

Whatever it was, I was ready to burst at the seams. My cock was so tense and hard I feared even if I blew air on it, I’d come undone. But even my insides felt like they were about to explode.

My gorgeous, beautiful husband knew how to give my prostate a workout, that I knew, but I’d be damned if this didn’t feel like a whole other level of pleasure.

“Fuck, baby. My Duke. I’m so close,” he panted. “So fucking close.”

I turned to look him in the eye, or as close to looking him in the eye as I could get without breaking my neck, and stared.

“Come on, baby. Breed me. Breed your husband. Put all the babies in me.”

His eyes flickered as if he were shooting his load in me, but the way he gritted his teeth told me he was holding back. Barely.

“How many babies do you want? Huh?” he growled.

“All of them. Load me with your babies, hubby. Fill my belly with them. I want them all inside me.”

“Fuck, Duke. I’m going to come.”

I let out a deep breath and put my hand behind me so I could cup his cheek, then mustered all my strength and composure and told him: “Do it now. Breed me now. I’m going to count down from three, and you better have filled me to the brim with your babies, okay?”

He nodded.

“Good hubby. Now do it. Three…you’re so close.” Azrael pushed his hips upwards and drove himself inside me. “Two…you can do it. Come on now.” He did it again. “One!”

His eyes flickered again, his eyebrows twisted, his mouth dropped open, and watching him come undone made me let go, too. I tugged at my cock only twice and shot my load too.

Azrael backed away onto the tiled wall, and I felt his grip on me waver.

“Don’t let me go. Not yet,” I told him. “Need to make sure your babies grow inside me.”

And that seemed to give him renewed strength to not only hold me in position but to stay buried in me.

We stayed like that for minutes, breathing in sync, looking into each other’s eyes, glued to each other, until he went soft and slipped out from inside me.

“Stay there, and clench your hole tight,” he told me weakly, but then he turned the water off, grabbed the towels, and turned to me.

He dried my body and paid extra attention to my stomach before lifting me off the ground and carrying me into bed.

He laid on top of me, between my legs, resting his head on my crotch and tracing snakes on my belly with his fingers.

“You reckon it will work?” he asked after a while, and I puffed my stomach a little.

“I think it might,” I said.

He bit his lip and caressed my bloated belly as if there were babies inside me, and I could already feel my boner trying to return, although it would probably be a while before it did.

“We can always find a surrogate if it doesn’t.”

Azrael shook his head.

“Not until I try again, and again, and again,” he said.

I pushed my belly out a little more.

“It would be a shame not to try,” I said.

He growled, sitting up, and what do you know? He was already hard again.

“How about now?”

I didn’t say anything. I just nodded and let him claim me again. To breed me again. All while staring at me and rubbing his hands around my belly.

I knew it was impossible, but fuck, if it felt this good trying, maybe it would work one day, right?

A boy can dream. Until then, he might as well try.

Then try again.

After all, that was what married couples ought to do.

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