Fiance Dad

“Please,” I pant deliriously. “I need it so much.”

Matt gives me one last lick, and then pushes his tongue into my anal canal to make a point.

“Of course, sweetheart. I always give you want you want.”

With that, my handsome husband stands, his blue eyes intense with need. Harsh streaks decorate his cheekbones, and his cock is rigid and so huge that I gasp. Of course, I’ve taken him thousands of times inside me now, and yet I can never get used to that enormous length.

“It’s okay, baby girl,” he murmurs in my ear before lining that dripping head with my pulsing wetness. “Just relax.”

I bite back a scream of pleasure as he slips all the way inside in one stroke. I’m impaled on that ten-inch hardness and feel completely crammed full.

“Oh yes,” he croons in my ear. “Fuck yeah.”

I scream again, as his cockhead pushes up against my cervix.

“Oh my god,” I moan. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”

But Matt isn’t done yet. He allows me enjoy his length, pushing in and out a few times as I squeal with pleasure. My hands grip the windowsill, but oddly, I never fall out. Then, Matt pulls himself out with a wet sucking sound and points his hard tool at my anus.

“Are you okay with doing this?” he rasps. “Is this fine with you, sweetheart?”

I love how my husband asks whenever he wants my ass because it’s the right thing to do. Regardless, I always give it to him.

“Yes,” I breathe. “My bottom is yours.”

With that, Matt eases himself into my back hole. It’s tough going at first. My anal ring clenches, and he has to press insistently before making headway. My sphincter tenses and my husband reaches a hand between us to rub my engorged clit. Hot sparkles course through my veins, and sure enough, my sphincter opens with a pop, letting him in.

“That a girl,” he rasps hoarsely, looking down to see where we’re connected. “Fuck, you’re such a butt slut,” he adds, noting how my ass ring grips him tight.

It’s true because I love getting it in the butt now. Often, Matt double dips. He’ll do me in my pussy first to get lubed up, but then he puts it in my ass because I don’t feel complete unless I have that enormous horse cock in my bottom.

Now is no exception. He begins pumping into my anus, that huge length driving me insane. My hands grip his shoulders as my pussy leaks fluids, dripping onto his cock below.

“Oh fuuuuck,” he groans, burying his head in my shoulder. “Oh shit, oh shit!”

Suddenly, it happens. The enormous man bursts in my back passage, ejaculating lash after lash of virile semen. My butt clenches on him hard, making him groan mightily, pumping him for everything he’s got. But I don’t just want it in my butt, I want it in my pussy too.

“Matt!” I cry out, breasts bobbling so vigorously that one falls out of the vee of my sweater, tempting in its creaminess. “Put it in my cunt! Oh god, quick!”

Even in the throes of ecstasy, my husband hears me. He pulls that huge firehose out of my butt mid-ejaculation and crams it into my vaginal passage. I almost pass out from the pleasure. He’s so big and long that I feel like I’m being split apart and torn in two.

“Ohhhh!” is my ecstatic moan as my pussy convulses on his hardness. “Fuck YES!”

We shiver and shudder more, uncaring that people in the bookstore might hear us. It’s so wrong and yet Matt and I love doing the taboo, and he dumps load after load of hot semen into me while rubbing my asshole with one finger. I merely cry out, clutching this man to me who means everything as my body soars into the clouds and shatters.

Finally, we come back to earth. I lean against my husband, panting heavily.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe we just did that,” I whisper, my body hot.

Matt merely chuckles, looking down at his enormous cock still buried in my swollen pussy.

“I can,” he growls. “By the way, sweetheart, do you think we just conceived our fourth child?”

I jerk my head up.

“Oh my god, we didn’t use protection.”

Matt merely grins at me, before pressing his lips to mine.

“Nope, we didn’t. But that’s part of the plan, sweetheart. I want to knock you up, again and again, because you look so good carrying my children. But tell me, what will we name him or her this time?”

I bite my lip, giggling. My husband is always so horny, and I know he wants me to keep me barefoot and pregnant for as long as he can.

“Well,” I say, looking thoughtful. “I almost fell off the windowsill here, and yet I didn’t. It’s as if the wind was at my back, making sure I stayed safe while you fucked me silly.”

Matt nuzzles my ear.

“Oh really? You mean, while your asshole jerked me off?”

I blush and nod.

“Especially while we were having anal sex,” I whisper. “The wind definitely had something to do with it.”

Matt laughs deep in his throat.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to call her Venti then,” he says. “Doesn’t ‘Venti’ mean wind in Latin? It fits with the other names we’ve given our kids: Fire, Earth, and Water.”

I slap his arm playfully.

“I’m not naming my child after a drink size at Starbucks!” I laugh. “No, I think we’ll call her ‘Aura,’ which means breeze. That’s much more reasonable,” I giggle.

Matt merely seizes my plush lips with his own in a soul-consuming kiss.

“Of course,” he murmurs. “Whatever you want, Cora, because you’re my one and only.”

I melt into his arms, uncaring that our guests are mere feet away. After all, Matt has given me everything, including life, health, happiness, and most of all, our children together.