@𝗷𝗶𝗻𝟬 / 𝗷𝗶𝗻𝟬.𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗿.𝗰𝗼𝗺
𓆝𓆞𓆝𓆞𓆝𓆞𓆝𓆞𓆝𓆞𓆝𓆞
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. . . . . ╰──╮︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶╭──╯ . . . . .
Andrew wasn't the prideful type, ever. He was actually known for his self degrading ways that were turned more towards the funny side rather than the embarrassing one. Nevertheless, Andrew wasn't the classic alpha, macho prideful type guy. He could dominate you if he wanted to and he definitely did, regularly but he never made it his mission to dominate you. Now, one thing he was proud of was you. You were his biggest pride and joy, truly everything to him. This would turn into regular possessiveness from him that would then turn into mind blowing sex with him fucking himself so deep in you, there was no way for you not to scream how much you were his.
You'd think, over time, he'd get used to how proud he was to be yours. It would make sense even more since he became your husband. You both married pretty young, right after you'd finished college. He was young and so in love for you, both sets of parents were terrified to even try and talk you out of it. The way you loved him was also like no other, your way of knowing everything about him and his mood before he did simply outstanding. You two completed each other like soulmates would and it wouldn't be a reach to think you were, indeed, fated.
But to go back to his pride, you were his pride and joy, his everything and it became an even more blatant fact as he watched you pose in front of the cameras and paparazzis. The photographers were calling his name but he was looking at you and you only. Nothing other than the ease and comfort with which presented yourself to the people could bring such a smile on his face. His hand around your waist, you turned and posed for the people as if you were born for this and he couldn't help it, that unhealthy, primal desire he had to scream in front of all these people that he was yours and you were his in more than a simple girlfriend and boyfriend way.
Because yes, you were married, but no one knew other than your close friends, family and the members of the cast (and by members of the cast, he meant the directors and Emma, the nosy intuitive girl that you both liked and who had walked in on Andrew calling you his wife). The public and the fans had no idea and you liked it that way.
Did this stop him from wanting to reveal it every time someone made a comment or hit on you or him ? No. The amount of time he held back from flaunting his wedding band in the faces of those flirting with him was astronomical and it even became a ridiculous running joke between you both that you'd never have to worry about losing him to someone else because he'd be the first to lose his shit and start a rant on how utterly perfect you were for him and the world.
No matter what he tried, his efforts to seem discreet when talking about you all seemed useless because his urges were always stronger than his will. These specific urges could never be contained when he saw you look so stupidly gorgeous in front of hundreds of cameras. The pride he felt seeing all these people look at you and you only had his heart swelling and beating out of control. He could see you, flaunting yourself in front of these cameras and could only love you more, there was no vision better than this.
Except there was one thing that would make it better : a baby in your belly. Because yes, Andrew had babies on the brain. How could he not when everything you did made it impossible to not dream of a family with him ?
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Coming home from the premier and the after party, you two were already all over each other. The car ride had been painfully long, too long to your liking as you tried not to cause an accident while your husband drove you back to your shared apartment. You'd been so aroused that he had to settle you with a hand nestled between your thighs, pumping his long fingers deep in your heated core and trying not to let his own aching erection drive you both into a tree.
In a desperate and dangerous attempt to relieve him, you'd offer your slick soaked panties to him, letting him moan your name in the piece of fabric while his knuckles turned white from his grip on the steering wheel. Your soft fingers wrapped around his thick girth, you pumped him vigorously, feeling your own release get close when you saw the pearly droplets of cum around slowly dripping out of his tip. The praises he chanted, his eyes tightly shut at every red light, made your head spin, feeling the urge to straddle him and ride him until your legs gave out under you was more than urgent.
How could you not want to watch your sweet pussy swallow his thickness and rip out nasty sounds of pleasure out of his soft lips ? He presented himself to you, unbridled desire exposed to the eyes of anyone who looked a little too close inside the car.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, we're gonna have an accident sweetheart... Fuck, c-can't cum just yet... You gotta let me park or wait but fuck, slow down... Can't cum just yet..." He pleaded, his focus slipping out each time your manicured thumb rubbed the slit on the head of his cock.
Fuck, that exact move made him want to cum gallons all over you. He could see it, your sweet body, naked under his and covered in his cum, just whining in pleasure as you begged for him to use you more. That exact type of thought was what made it impossible not to dream of you, belly full of his child, waddling about and calling out for his help a little more each passing day.
Your thighs tightening around his arm, you rode his fingers in slow hip rolls, digging the nails of your free hand into his suit covered skin.
"Andrew... Please, I need more... A-Ah, please baby... Can't wait too long, gotta cum... Please baby, let me cum..." You cried out, biting your lip and swallowing your desire to stuff him deep in your throat.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck... Baby, I'm begging you, please, can't risk it bunny... I know you feel good, god I can feel it... Pussy's clenching around my fingers...but you gotta wait, when we get home, I'll have you cum all over me... I'll get you full too, so full you'll be leaking for days, I'll keep your pussy messy with my cum..."
"Oh, Andrew... Fuck, can feel it... Your cum... Want it inside... Wanna be full and dripping... Keep me full until I can't walk anymore... Until I get all heavy and pregnant with your babies..." You mewled, rolling your hips on his and using his hand for pleasure.
In this exact moment, he pressed on the gas harder than ever, desperate to get home a'd get to work. He needed to get you all set up for that, he needed to get you prepared for what he was going to do to you. Fuck, this would be messy.
"Shit... Fuck, baby you gotta wait okay ? For me ? Wait a little, just a little... Fucking hell bunny, you're so wet, so, so wet... Need to taste you or I'm going to lose it... Pretty pussy's dripping all around my fingers... Imagine how much you'd be dripping around my cock ? All that sweet juice, can't let it go to waste... Need it around me... Needa, have you dripping on my tongue..." He mused, already daydreaming about the things he'd do to you once you were home.
He was frantically driving, mind jumping between a thousand thoughts, all directed towards you and you only. The small puddle that formed inside your dress and soaked it wet had his stomach tightening in desire, balls full and ready to spill and get you as dirty as you needed to be.
When you both arrived home, he was jumping out of his car, running to your side and pulling you out to carry you in his arms. Your thighs wrapped around his waist and your arms his neck, your fingers slid into his messy hair and pulled on the roots tightly. You could feel the bulge pulsating under you, all warm and soaked with your slick as you moved at the best of your capacities to rub yourself on his thick bulge.
You'd been moaning loudly into his mouth, a little louder each time his hands lowered on your skin. You squirmed and whimpered when his fingers grazed dangerously close to your dripping folds ready to part open as soon as you felt his digits near.
Your clothes, as fancy as they were, were thrown to the side and long forgotten when both your naked bodies, arousal so visible on your husband's body when you looked down. You could see him, every piece of what you'd done to him. The thick, pulsating girth that throbbed over his stomach, needing all the attention you could give.
When his hand firmly gripped on his sac, desperately seeking to relieve the pain he was feeling, you were ready to drop to your knees and make use of your mouth. He looked magnificent, as exposed as he was on his first day on Earth, his deep brown eyes piercing holes in your skin as he dreamt of the things he'd do to you and the sounds you'd make in return. You could only submit to his will, down on your knees and ready to take whatever treatment he'd give you. In this moment, you were only a sweet meal ready to be devoured and enjoyed fully.
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If you'd seen the state of his mind as soon as his hands took hold of your waist, you'd understand why each of your words fell into a deaf ear, heard but ignored or taken for sounds of pleasure (which they were). He could only hear you beg while his tongue worked hard to bring you to heights of pleasure you'd never reached before. Feeling him all around your body, your own mind was so bent, you were certain that your cells had taken his DNA and made it home in your mind. He was turning you into a vessel of his mindless, arousal fueled acts.
His fingers, added to the mix, spreading your walls wide and making your body feel like it was repeatedly being split in two, you bit down on the fabric of the bedsheets and tried to contain the amount if your own spit you choked on each time he'd go back into your tight, warm hole and press into your flesh as if he had a mission to fulfill towards your insides.
For what felt like hours, turned into different positions, all as mind numbing as the previous , you took and took and took, practically losing your capacity to speak a word that wasn't a praise to the wonders he'd do to you. His name sounded like the only thing on your mind and it wouldn't be wrong to see it that way, his entire being nestled so deeply inside you while you rode his face desperately.
Fuck, you looked so divine above him, makeup pouring off of your face because of the tears you'd shed every time he'd fuck his warm tongue into you and through an orgasm that would have your entire body shaking and your legs too weak to even stand. You looked like a goddess taken out of some ancient mythology, brought back to the human world to feel his love and let him serve you pleasure and happiness on a platter.
Your walls were so wet, he felt the slick run down his face, mixing with the loads of cum he dropped inside your dripping cunt earlier. He could still vividly see the way you squirmed while he straddled you, his hand firm around his cock. He'd made a mess of your pussy and admiring your body take it all willingly. You looked made for this, to carry around his seed and have it grow inside you.
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After hours of sucking your insides and ripping orgasms that had your vision blurry and your belly tingling in anticipation, you had pleaded to please him a little. This was his night after all, the outing that started it all was in his honor and you ached to please the man you loved.
Pleasing him you did in more ways than you could even think of, the simple vision of you was enough to break him down to pieces, tearing him apart and putting him back together, hungry for a taste of you. His eyes scanned your entire body, watching you with both love and desire as you knelt obediently between his parted thighs. His muscles were tense under your soft fingers. He inhaled a sharp breath when they neared his balls, so full and veiny, ready to be emptied on your skin.
"See that Bunny... See how hard I get for you ? Felt so fucking needy the whole day, cock so full. Can't keep it all to myself, you know ? Gotta get you messy all over, you're still so clean, too fucking clean." He grunted, pumping his glistening shaft in his fingers.
The golden wedding band he slipped on as soon as he laid you on the bed, fucked out to perfection and whimpering his name, was glowing under the light inside the room. He had made incredibly good use of his fingers, spreading them inside you while your beautiful hand stroked his cock. He could barely see straight, his vision blurred by clouds made of the sweet scent of your cum drenching his face. His need to taste you before he stuffed you full never ceased to amaze you.
Riding on nothing, you whined shamelessly when the cold air came to torture your dripping folds. Your soft lips wrapped around small pieces of skin on your husband's thighs and bit his skin, closer and closer to his sac, until you reached it. Your mouth opened wide, you swallowed the lump of skin, sucking onto it and rubbing your tits on his knees, you cried out when you couldn't reach the amount of pleasure you were looking for.
Your brain settled for taking the matter into your own hands, grabbing on your flesh and kneading your breast vigorously while you pushed his legs further apart, needing to have a mouth full of his balls.
If you could see the way you looked, dreamy as ever, trying to stuff your narrow throat with his balls while his cock rested lazily on your face. You rubbed your nose all along the shaft, greedy to feel the entirety of him inside your mouth but too small and stupid to have him fit of think of the right way to make it work.
"Andrew... G-God Andrew, can't... Can't make it work... Needa make it work... Too big baby, cock's too big, I can't get it to fit..." You moaned, small tears forming in the corner of your eyes in frustration and cock hungry desire.
His poor bunny girl, couldn't even use her dumb brain to get her mouth stuffed like she wanted. Sliding his palm around the back of her neck, he pulled you back, smiling when you whimpered loudly at the loss of contact.
"Shhh baby, calm down bunny. Can't think of a way to get your pretty mouth full huh ? Need all the help in the world to have my cock all the way down to your pretty throat ?" He cooed, looking down on you with true tenderness, the kind he reserved to you only. Grazing the front of your throat, he pressed into it, chuckling when you let out a small gasp that he felt vibrate through your skin. "Bet you'll feel me all the way here. Pretty sure I'll even see myself in there. What do you think Bunny ?"
As soon as the last word escaped his mouth, you opened yours wide. Good girl, perfect wife you were. He thanked all the deities up in the sky as he grabbed him and slowly entered your mouth. He slid down into you, never going faster to give you time to breath but fuck was it difficult. He wasn't wrong, he could see the bulbous tip of his cock show through your esophagus. You looked completely out of it, probably due to the loss of oxygen and the feeling of his tongue filling you up so nicely already.
You could never get used to his size when inside you, too big to fit but always so eager to try. It was heaven on earth to feel the creamy substance drip down your throat already. So much cum that had been wasted on his stomach or on your back while you sat on his face. All of it, you needed a little bit on your tongue.
Sitting back down and guiding your face towards his hips, he cradled your cheek with a loving smile and let you work on pleasuring him and you both. He could practically smell it, your slick pouring onto the floor and down your inner thighs. Your twitching pussy was just as desperate to be filled as you were.
You quickly picked up the pace, digging your nails in his thighs and holding onto him while you fucked your own face on his cock, the obscene sounds of dripping drool and his balls slapping against your chin fueling you with arousal. This was the duty you'd chosen, stuffing your throat full of his cock and letting your pussy rest after hours of abuse. Your senses were overwhelmed by the salty aftertaste he left in your mouth at each drag of your tongue on his shaft.
Every vein, every bump, every parcel of skin a little thicker than the rest, you felt it all, your blood traveled to your heart and made it beat so fast you could feel the beating in your cunt. You could barely breathe but it was all worth it, everything was worth seeing him lose himself into you. His entire body was tense, chest flexed and neck extended to throw his head back, all in hope to not cum as soon as his eyes would lay on you.
He couldn't resist it, the vision of your cum stained face, hungrily sucking him dry and milking his cock to perfection. He'd have your belly full enough to satisfy your hunger, that he promised it. His balls swelling up with more cum, he smiled down at you, feeling that same pride he felt earlier spread through his entire being.
"Fuck... Look at you Bunny, pretty little Bunny you are. With a pretty ring on her finger and a pussy dripping sweet, sweet, heavenly juice just for me. Keep moaning like that baby, keep ruining my dick with that pretty throat. Yeah, fuck, a-aaah... Fuck... That mouth is to die for Bunny. Could spend my whole life in there." He moaned loudly, guiding your head on his girth as he rolled his hips against your lips.
Fuck, he was so happy to be your husband. Only him could get this treatment, your beautiful face all flushed and messy with tears, cum and drool dripping everywhere. You stayed consistent, raising yourself higher on your knees and resting your chest on his thighs. Your fingers ran up his leg to lay on his stomach for a few seconds before he grabbed your hands hastily. He felt like he was falling, his body was deprived of sensations that wouldn't have him spinning. The knot that formed at the bottom of his stomach, building up each time you'd moan around his member kept his feet shaking and his hands tightening around the back of your neck.
"A-Ah, fuck, Bunny you're doing so good... Treating me like your last meal baby... Fuck, good girl, sucking me so well..." He muttered, eyes fixated on you while he met your own movement and pushed his hips on your mouth.
You swallowed hard, letting all the liquids in your mouth descend into your stomach and let him slip out slowly. Your eyes never left his face, only closing when your own pussy would make the vision too much for you. Running a hand down your stomach, you twirled your thumb on your clit, crying out around the tip of his cock. Your tongue lapped on the head, hands wrapped around the base, and you softly sucked on the slit.
"A-Andrew... P-Please baby... Need your cum..." You mumbled, dropping tender kisses all around the man's swollen cock.
This had been all that was needed for him to spill out into your mouth and all over your face. His deep voice resonated into the room, probably echoing all the way down the stairs. With a tight grip, he pushed you to swallow him one last time, which you did eagerly, letting his cum spread inside your mouth and down your throat.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you pushed your palm on your stomach, a warmth enveloping your insides when you felt his seed fill you up. Your hunger satiated and your brain filled up with bright clouds of happiness and true pleasure, you swallowed each and every drop he poured down into you.
The taste and smell of arousal shook your body and swarmed your sensitive clit with desire. Letting him slip out of your warm mouth, you stared at his manhood still hard and standing straight, painfully begging for what he really craved the whole night. You could see it in his eyes, the way he'd been eyeing you since you got on your knees, hell, since you crossed the door.
Standing up on trembling legs, you reached down to stroke your clit and run your fingers through your folds. As soon as your ass met his thighs, he gritted his teeth, grabbing two handfuls and pushing your flesh on his. The feeling of your wetness dripping on his skin had his mouth salivating, drooling shamelessly in front of you. But when you moved to sit on his lower stomach, his cock resting nicely on your backside, he knew he would be cumming again very soon.
"Aah... Ah, Andrew... Fuck, if you could feel how full you got my stomach baby... Feel so, so full... Can you feel it ? Look..." You urged, grabbing his hand to place it over the small part of your stomach that had swelled.
"Fuck Bunny... Fuck, that's me in there... My cum got your stomach so nice... Got so cum hungry, I couldn't keep it to myself... Had too much to offer you Bunny... So much cum to keep you satisfied..." He moaned, a fucked out smile stretching his lips.
He leaned towards you, needing to feel your lips on his. When his face neared yours, he quickly pushed his tongue into your mouth. He was getting drunk on the taste of his own cum on your tongue. You, yourself, could cum instantly when the distinct taste of your own slick mixed with your saliva. Kissing loudly and messily, your hands roamed his body while his stayed around your hips, guiding them back and forth to coat his cock with the slick that dripped out of you.
You rode his shaft, teasing another orgasm out of the both of you and feeding on the pleas that escaped him. He needed you, deeply and so, so desperately. He watched you rub your pussy with your fingers but never truly pushing them inside you. You're just playing with your folds, letting him rest on his thirst for more. He wanted to see you pleasure yourself, fuck your pretty cunt with your fingers and moans into his ears how good it felt. He wanted you to use him like he loved to see you do.
"F-Fuck baby, please... Fuck Bunny, don't keep me waiting... Please, let me see these pretty fingers spread inside you... Please you gotta let me see you fuck yourself over me... Please Bunny, please..." He groaned, rubbing his nose on your cheek and kissing you passionately.
You stayed quiet, only moaning his name while slowing down on his cock. Glistening under the lights, he watched you coat him wet with your juices and use him like some inanimate object that was good only for your pleasure. That's who he was, an object in your hands, ready to be used over and over again, until he had nothing more to give, until he was cumming dry, crying for you to let him rest.
Observing him with lust clouding your vision, you bit your lips in desire, this man was so desperate for you, it filled you with an unhealthy pride and need to bring him to his knees, exactly like he wanted. You took out your fingers from your cunt and away from your clit before shoving them in his mouth when you felt your orgasm come.
White light wrapped around you and blinded you to everything around when his warm seed shot out of him and on your back. Moving just enough to hover above the tip of his cock, he watched in awe as you spread your pussy open and let his cum shoot up directly into your warm heat.
This had to be a dream, taken straight out of his deepest, darkest fantasies. He couldn't believe it. His wife, the woman who owned him, mind, body and soul, was right there, opening her magnificent pussy to let him fill her up just right. She was so desperate for his cum, crying out the wonders of the creamy substance that covered her insides, that she was ready to let herself be covered in that manner. She couldn't be real, not to him, she had to be made straight out of his imagination or his dreams. She was too perfect in his eyes to be.
The only way for her to ever be more perfect would be while carrying a heavy womb, filled with children you'd make together.
In that instant, it could be doubted how absolutely pussy whipped he'd looked and how worst he turned in a matter of seconds. That singular act of you getting yourself messy with his cum cemented in his mind, the need for him to fuck a baby into you, or two, however many you'd want. He just knew he had to or he would die on the spot, his balls exploding with the overload of cum he kept inside of him. It was too much to bear, keeping his need to fuck you silly at bay had his mind melting into a puddle straight into his dick.
When you grabbed him tightly in your hand, he had to move, do something. He couldn't keep dreaming awake, begging for you to sink him deep into your channel. His head hung loosely in front of yours, letting you guide his tip towards your clit and nudge it so slowly, his heart could stop beating if he didn't feel you come all around him. His grip on the edge of the seat was iron tight, his nails digging into the leather that stuck to his skin and burned him like hellfire itself.
"See that baby ? Feel how warm my pussy gets for you ?" You purred against his forehead, rubbing your nose on the crown of his head and trying to move him to look up and into your eyes. You knew he couldn't, not when he was this overstimulated.
"Yeah Bunny... Yeah I feel that... Fuck, yeah I feel my pretty pussy... Fuck, I need her... Need her so bad..." He cried, pushing his face towards you and pursing his lips to kiss you tenderly.
The softness of the act, probably meant to soften you up, only pushed you away from the idea of stopping the torture you inflicted him. This soft bubble of love that poured around you when his arm wrapped around your waist made your belly tingle and your mind grow hazy.
"God I'm so wet, it's dripping everywhere... Getting you all messy... I'm sorry baby, so sorry... Can't help it... Just feels so good to have you in my mouth... You taste so good baby... You cock felt so nice in my mouth... So full and creamy..." You whined into his mouth, swallowing his moans and sucking on his lip.
His hips started moving on their own, jerking into the tender skin of your hand and pulling another load out of him. This one he needed to see it inside you, he needed to get your insides messy with it. The guttural need he had to kiss you was what lowered your guard, giving him the opportunity to reach for what he truly wanted from you.
His warm palm cupping your jaw, he pressed it open allowing himself another taste of you, your delicious sweetness as addictive as drugs would be. He couldn't resist it, your lips so supple, warm and inviting. All of you was designed to break him and turn him inside out. His cock twitched as soon as he got to feel your tongue on his.
"God, you taste so good Bunny, so fucking good... Can't get enough of that pretty mouth..." He muttered, leaning towards you and slowly taking back the power from you.
Softly grabbing your wrist, he moved it at a slower pace. He needed to cum inside you, he needed to know that you could feel inside you what was yours, he needed to give it all to you. The frantic look on his face was to die for, a testimony of his eagerness to get inside you as soon as possible. Before he broke right into the palm of your hands.
When he reached for your clit, stroking it delicately, your own thighs started to shake all over again. That sensation of your body pushing itself to the limits to grant him a proof of your pleasure and your love, the things he did to you.
Too drunk on pleasure, you gave in, letting him take your hands off of his cock and hold them instead. He pulled them to your back, kissing you deeper than before while his thumb kept on stroking your sensitive clit. Your swollen folds bare on his skin, his thighs were directly drenched by your wetness. He could feel your insides, pulsating on his muscle and unabashedly using him to reach your own high. You worked yourself on him, ignoring his subtle attempt at nudging your entrance open for his tip.
You pulled away to breathe, inhaling a big ball of oxygen and letting it fill your lungs. You hadn't breathed in a while it seems because as soon as you opened your eyes, your blurry vision noticed your husband smearing the little drops of cum on his tip all over your sensitive bud. His soft eyes laid on you, drinking in your sigh.
"A-Ah... Ah, Andrew... God, Andrew I can't... Pussy's too sensitive... Can't do this, please baby, not yet..." You begged, holding on his shoulders and dragging your nails down to scratch his skin.
His mouth quickly shut you up, covering yours for another passionate kiss. Your lips were warm and sweet, tasting like honey straight from the hive. You were the sweetest honey ever, he could feel the cavities already. Nothing could compare to the sweet taste of you.
His mind wandered in deeper holes when his lips lowered to kiss your cheek, your chin and bite pieces of your neck. He sucked on them long enough before repeating the motion elsewhere, until your skin was entirely covered. He pulled you to his chest with the arm that still held your hands behind you and stuffed his nose in your breast, deeply turned on by the two swaying in his face.
He wanted to chuckle at the idea of being turned on. He had clearly gone stupid, his brain softly crumbling all over his cranium and proving yet again that he simply could never express entirely how good he felt every time he had your body exposed in front of his. His vocabulary shortened as his cock got harder, all his neurons disappearing when you came in.
"Fuck... Fuck baby, I can't... Can't keep it in, gonna cum Bunny... I need to cum inside you... Please Bunny, lemme get you all messy and full..." He pleaded, pressing the bulbous tip of his cock into your heated core.
You shook your head, too sensitive to survive his cock spreading inside you.
"N-No... Please baby, not yet... Can't handle it..." You whimpered, your hips stuttering when you felt his caress on your clit with the tender head of his cock.
He couldn't stop himself anymore, his tip well placed on you. He couldn't even try and think of a way out, his body working on autopilot to nestle himself slowly In the comfort of your warm walls. Feeling your juices spread on his tip, dripping over him to perfection, he could only give into his urges.
"Oh god, oh fuck ! Oh fuck, fuck, baby fuck... It's going in Bunny, I'm putting it in... Fuck..." He moans, pushing inside you and biting back a pained gasp, feeling the overwhelming tightness if your walls swallow him whole and suck in his next orgasm.
His lips stayed on your, whispering yeses softly while you whined no repeatedly, begging for him to not enter you as you wouldn't be able to take it. You were too sensitive, too raw to be able to take it, to be able to handle his width breaking you down from the inside. But it felt so good, feeling him slowly invade you had your breath caught in your throat.
You tried to refuse him, laying your hands flat on his chest and pushing softly with teary eyes while he kept you close. His large hand held your nape and kissed the side of your face tenderly, his breath fanning your warm skin and hitting your ear. You could hear his ragged breath, the internal fight that he was living, too sensitive to handle himself, your pussy but his entire being desperate enough to try. He needed to try, he needed to have you wrapped around him, and then, he'd fulfill his mission.
"I'm sorry Bunny, so sorry, fuck... Your pussy... Feels too good... Can't stop, I'm so sorry... Can you forgive me ? Please, f-fuck, tell me you'll forgive me... Please, can't survive it... Fuck..." His voice sounded so strained, as if there was more in him that he was holding back.
You didn't know whether or not he was telling you that he couldn't survive you being angry at him or if he was saying he couldn't survive your pussy but either you'd take and enjoy thoroughly. Either was perfect, the sheer desperation in his voice enough to fuel your ego and have you drench the plush head of his cock with slickness.
"A-Andrew... Ah, please... W-We... can't... Please... Please Andrew... Can't do it anymore..."
"Yeah you can baby... Look," His hand caressed your cheek to lower your jaw and move your head to see the part of you both that joined. Your pretty cunt, wide open and spreading even wider for him, it was happening. "You're doing it... You're taking me whole, so much of me..."
In a few more movements, whispering soothing words to calm down your quivering thighs, he fully penetrated you, buried to the hilt and your pulsating walls vibrating on his sac. He felt pure relief travel through his being and through yours too. He was fully merged with you, a connection that transcended the human level of anything.
His heartbeat was as fast as the motor of a sports car or a rocket ship, he pressed you down on his thighs as hard as his muscles allowed without hurting you. Hurting you was the last thing he wanted, unless you asked him to do so. Right now, all he desired was to tenderly let his every cell soak into the pleasuring and delicious taste of you, starting from your center.
Your own hands reached and searched for him, the brain shattering orgasm teasing its arrival a little more at each beat of his heart inside his member. You both shared the same feeling of being merged together, two hearts beating in one commune body. This would be as close as you'd get to sharing a body, and seeing how codependent you both seemed to be when being intimate, it was probably for the best.
Your nails dug deep in the flesh of his back when your body was moved to be fully pressed to his chest. He caressed the side of your neck and tilted your head to the side, exposing your flexed muscles, tender and sensitive to his expert touch. He knew everything there was to know about pleasure and giving it to you. There was no need to try and escape him, not when he knew how to get you to be perfectly softened and pliant in his hands.
"Feel that baby? Feel my cock ? How desperate it's been for that pussy of yours ? You feel how nice it's sitting inside you ? Feels perfect doesn't it, Bunny ?" He whispered, sucking on the veins of your neck that showed.
You mewled softly on top of him, your walls suckling on his shaft and searching for more cum to drench your insides with. Overwhelmed by his size and the softness of his touch on your naked skin, you let yourself be guided by his large hands. He took his time getting you settled, tenderly caressing your back before moving his hips in slow circles.
The small sounds of pleasure you let out directly in his ear had his heart hammering harder against his ribcage. You were so responsive to him, so good, perfect even. The slight movement of your own hips synced in with his to meet his thrust had blood rushing down his veins straight into his cock. This was perfect, you were perfect, he'd never cease to say it, think it, feel it.
Seconds turned into minutes and the pace shifted to a quicker one, your walls tightening around him and making it harder to not cup on the spot. It had been difficult for him to keep it in this whole time, the amount of times he avoided cumming in his pants today was absolutely brain shattering. This effect you had on him, bringing him down to the same level of restraint as a teenager, he was baffled that he managed to hold on this long without cumming more.
Slowly losing the tenderness and self control he had earlier, he quickly accelerated his movements inside you, showing more force towards you. You moved like a doll on top of him, dependent on his desires and the way he wanted things to go. His hands, still tight around you, descended towards your hips, holding them firmly before letting his fingers crawl towards your ass that he gripped with passion.
His hold on you was desperate, attempting to hold your whole being in one go and attempting to bring you an overwhelming amount of pleasure as soon as he could. Guiding you from there, he pushed you down, your pussy pressed on his lower stomach and on his sac, he pushed into you repeatedly. You swung your arms around his shoulders and held onto him for support.
"-A-Ah ! Oh fuck, Andrew ! Fuck, t-this... this... F-Feels too good ! Please baby, please Andrew keep going ! God, Your cock feels so good !" You sobbed loudly, mouth open and breathing hard on his cheek.
Fucking into you as if it was his only task, you could feel the bruises form on your ass, the death grip he held on you, marking his ownership to you. Because he'd never say it out loud or even think it, but you knew better. You had no reason to lie to yourself when your body screamed it regularly : he owned you. Beyond the legal papers that stated that you both were bound by matrimony and all that shit, even before that. He owned you, mind, body and soul. And the same way he owned you, you owned him.
"Fuck ! God, oh God ! Andrew, m-more ! Please... More, please ! G-Gimme more !" You cried out, the words tumbling out of your mouth in an incoherent string of sounds. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ! P-Please, baby... Please don't stop ! So, so fucking good ! Cummin', I'm cummin' baby !"
The obscene sounds of your thighs slapping against his while he controlled your movements on top of his large body resonated around the room. These were one of the moments where you'd be thankful for his fame, avoiding the embarrassing explanations and apologies you'd give your neighbors for your loud cries echoing all through the floor.
The vivid sounds of your pussy being repeatedly slapped by his balls only drive him to slam you down on him harder, searching for you both to be the only things that could be heard. His balls meeting your cunt, over and over and over, your wetness dripped down your inner thighs and drowned his senses, as if calibrated to smell you. The overwhelming sweetness of your juices and your scent mixed with the taste of you still on his tongue, he was still covered entirely in you.
His thrusts were violent into you, making the seat rock back and forth before it fell when he abruptly stood up, your thighs held firmly in his hands. He was rough, fucking what was probably been hours of restraint and control over his urge to fuck you senseless.
Traveling to the bed, you were unceremoniously dropped on the mattress and your legs were parted open as far as they could reach to not only grant him more access but open the window to the beautiful vision of your swollen cunt taking his fat cock like a charm and begging for more. Greedy you were, sucking him dry and keeping you full.
Your husband slowed down to observe, mercerized by the vision of your insides deformed around the tip of his cock. He could see the faint shape of his cock show through your lower stomach and felt his balls tighten, full and ready to get you full.
"F-Fuck Bunny... Can't keep going pretty... I gotta get you full, and put a baby in there... Look," He motioned for you to look down, towards your stomach, changing and molding to the will of his girth. He smirked when seeing how blissed out you got as soon as you saw what he wanted you to see. "See that ? I Can get it So warm and full, so pretty too... We can get a pretty baby in there Bunny, get you heavy and waddling all around in front of the cameras..."
The grunts of pleasure coming out of him made your head spin, you felt small and dominated by his primal acts, the desire to be filled coursing through your veins as if you yourself had a mission to fulfill. You needed to feel him inside you for hours, days even. You needed to cradle your stomach and feel the round shape understand your fingers. You needed to let him see for himself how greedy you could get with your hormones all over the place. You wanted Andrew to fuck you full and keep doing so even when your womb would already be occupied by the seed he'd planted inside you.
You wrapped your legs tightly around him and pulled him closer, reaching out to him and scratching the base of his stomach in a pathetic wiggle to get him deeper inside you.
"A-Andrew... Andrew please... Please, please, please, gimme one... Want a baby, please Andrew... I Wanna be full, so full I can't do anything without you... Oh God, oh God, oh fuck ! I Want you to fuck my tits full of milk for our baby, please Andrew, please... I need it, gimme a baby !" You wailed, looking at him with blurry eyes.
You couldn't see yourself right now, you definitely couldn't but if you had been able to, you'd understand why he was so hard right now. Cumming once wouldn't be enough, that was for sure, but that was fine. He'd make sure to get you fuller than ever before. You already looked like you'd been pushed to the brink of insanity, but when he'd be done with you, you'd look truly out of your mind.
Slamming his hips harder into you and watching your ass bounce against his skin, he bent down to catch your nipples between his lips. He sucked on both with hunger shining in his eyes, the kind that he only showed when he'd be granted the privilege of tasting your sweet, honey and vanilla scented skin. He let go of your flesh in an obscene plop that resonated in your ears and made your insides twitch. You let go of the sheets and ran your hands through his hair to push him into your chest when he caught your second nipple and repeated the act. You arched your back, giving him access to more places to suck on while you rolled your hips against his, meeting his thrusts.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck ! God, Andrew, can't keep it in ! Baby, cummin', cummin', Andrew I'm cumming ! It Feels so, so good !" You screamed into his mouth when he covered yours for a kiss before leaning his forehead against yours. The sudden intimacy had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
His thumb lowered to your sensitive bud, rubbing circles around it as the head of his cock plowed into your cervix. The swollen skin of your clit tingled on his fingers, giving him the response he wanted. You cried louder when in a quick change of position, he hammered into you while pulling on your ankles to slam you against his cock and strike into your deepest part.
Messy hair, drool dripping from the side of his mouth and looking wrecked inside and outside, he watched you scream his name as loud as your vocal cords allowed, cumming all around his cock and drenching the soft sheets under you. He'd never see you cum this hard before but it kept going, his own release flowing over you and making your poor helpless figure tremble harder. Your legs locked him in place inside you, shaking hard but staying strong around his waist.
He was fascinated by how cum hungry your pussy was, so tight around his waist, he felt like his seed was being siphoned out of him. He couldn't move or this rationally either, a wreck, he was a wreck above you. His eyes clouded by more than desire, they were clouded by devotion to you. He'd made you a promise and he was doing a very good job keeping it. There was no place for doubts or suspicions here, his confidence in his capacities to put a baby in you by the end of the night was at a 100%.
Pulling out of you, he watches your swollen cunt quiver and drip out pearly drops of cum, watching it sip in and out of your folds. His eyes couldn't get away from the mess you had both made on your pussy, watching it coat your skin and the bed in a pretty white puddle.
His hands started moving on their own, grabbing his cock, still hard and raised high over your shaking figure, and rubbing the plush head between your folds, smearing his cum all over you. Your eyes, red and swollen from the tears you'd shed earlier and all while he fucked you senseless, watered all over again. You were too raw to handle this kind of teasing from him.
"Ah... No... A-Andrew... Andrew please... Can't... Can't take more..." You mewled, your head spinning and your eyes rolling when you felt him tease your clit with the slit of his cock.
You bit your lips hard, trying to contain yourself from squirting all over him, your previous orgasm still too fresh to handle that kind of torture. Poor Bunny was too sensitive, too overwhelmed. He'd help you cool down before filling you up all over again. Crawling on top of you, he straddled you and presented his cock to you, letting it rest on top of your nose and smiling when you crossed your eyes to see it before raising a timid glance at him.
"Go on Bunny... Taste us before I get back to her. You know that after this you won't get to think rationally or at all. So taste us before you get all stupid and giggly on cock."
His words could've been a request but your pussy was doing the thinking for you, and what an obedient girl she was, thoughtless and only ever needing him to be satisfied. You'd let her get you in so much trouble before and here she was again, doing her usual number and still winning. You laid your hand on his thighs and suckled on the tip of his cock, feeling your insides warm all over again and ready themselves for more of this to cum very soon. He took away his cock and leaned down over you, kissing the tip of your nose before kissing your lips and making sure to get a taste of you both. This would be a long night for you both.
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For hours, the sound of wet skin slapping against each other, leaving your flesh tender and sensitive to the soft touch of the air, resonated around the room. You'd both been cumming all over the other, leaving more than a trace of you or more than a simple mark on the other.
His cock hitting the perfect places inside you, what you'd remember was his grip on your body and the ways he'd fuck your brains out while whispering the sweetest words there was. You both needed each other in this moment but he was supporting you. You were a wreck in his arms but he was holding you steady on top of him. This last position he'd chosen was more of a way to come down the violent highs you'd been through already.
He kept you sitting on his lap, his chin on your shoulder, a hand holding your breasts and kneading it vigorously while the other arm wrapped around your stomach and caressed the small bulge left by the amount of cum you'd swallowed and he'd poured into your womb. You were falling asleep in his arms, his girth still deeply nestled inside you and twitching from time to time. He had you bouncing in this position earlier but now he wanted to bring you back to a calmer state of mind.
Kissing your skin tenderly, he rocked you from side to side, his deep voice whispering the things he'd been thinking of the whole night.
"If this takes Bunny... You'll look so divine, can't even handle the thought of it... Your belly will be so pretty, all round and swollen... And I'll carry you everywhere, no more walking for you. Fuck, we'll drive wherever you want and get you all the things you ask for little baby..."
You chuckled softly, caressing his hand over your stomach.
"How do you know there's a baby already ?" You wondered, looking at him through hooded eyes.
It was his turn to chuckle, kissing your cheek, nose and lips tenderly. You were more than beautiful in these moments, you were one of the wonders hidden by the world and given to him to protect and worship. He was yours to love and adore and these moments proved more than anything else, how deeply you yearned for each other.
His palm was firm on your stomach, cradling whatever was in there now. He could feel it in his soul and so could you, the tender flesh above your uterus feeling warmer than ever and so welcoming. You'd discussed having a baby before and you wanted to have some with him but both your careers were taking off and you deserved to settle down and enjoy the married life before. So you kept your wishes to yourself. But here you were, in sync with each other and desiring the same thing.
"I know that there's something in there because of my fatherly instinct. And no matter what, we'll put in the work to make sure we get our little us in a few months." He moved his hips against your ass slowly, ready to get back to it just to make sure. "We're going to get us a little baby, adorable little one looking exactly like you to run around and steal my heart all over again. I'll be outnumbered but it's fine, it's a battle I'm ready to lose."
The laugh that echoed in the room made his heart jump, ready to leap out of his chest. You sounded so happy, he could barely contain the love he felt, and the image of another little you just made him die inside.
"We're going to start a revolution in this house Garfield. Me and little us, we're going to win this house and make you our servant." You chuckled, kissing his forehead tenderly and his lips out of habit.
"This sounds like a great time to me Bun Bun..." He responded, his eyes focused on your lips. He bit his own, hungry for kisses and soft caresses from you. "But let's make sure you get your little ally first okay, can't risk you not winning this war can we ?"
Yeah, you both already saw it, the red carpets with a full belly to present the world and a future war to begin. That was the dream.
. . . . . ╰──╮︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶╭──╯ . . . . .
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