Her White Dress and Their Waiting Silence
# Our First Night The click of the front door was the loudest sound Marcus had ever heard. It sealed them inside—the world gone, just the two of them and the thick, waiting silence of their home. Maya stood before him in the dim hallway, s
Chapter 1
The click of the front door was the loudest sound Marcus had ever heard. It sealed them inside—the world gone, just the two of them and the thick, waiting silence of their home. Maya stood before him in the dim hallway, still wrapped in the simple white dress she’d worn at the courthouse, the fabric hugging every curve he’d spent months exploring with his mouth but never fully claimed. His heart hammered against his ribs, a raw, primal drumbeat.
He watched the way her chest rose and fell, the slope of her shoulders bared by the delicate straps. Those tattoos—ink he’d traced with a trembling finger in the dark—peeked out, vines and dark blooms curling toward her collarbone. The silver ring on her finger caught the light as she turned to face him, her full lips parting in a shy, knowing smile. She looked up at him through dark lashes, her blue eyes swimming with the same hunger that was tightening his groin.
Every inch of her undid him. The soft swell of her belly, the generous sweep of her hips—damn, he loved that body. He’d told her a hundred times, would spend the rest of his life showing her. Tonight, he wasn’t just going to show her. He was going to brand it into her very core.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited,” he said, his voice lower than he intended, rough with need. He didn’t move an inch closer. He just let his gaze rake over her, a deliberate, possessive act. “Tasted you. Felt you come apart on my fingers. Endured every single time you said ‘not yet.’”
Maya shivered, her nipples tightening into visible peaks beneath the dress. She knew exactly what he meant. They’d been meticulous, saving this one last act for tonight—and tonight, there would be no barriers, no pulling back. They were going to make a baby.
“Marcus…” Her voice was a whisper, so perfectly submissive it made his cock twitch, already hard and aching behind his trousers. He saw the faintest tremor of insecurity ghost across her features as she glanced down at her own shape, and his jaw tightened.
“Look at me.” It wasn’t a request. When her eyes lifted, he let all his raw hunger bleed into his expression. “Every curve, every soft place—they’re mine to worship. You’re the most goddamn beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And in a few minutes, I’m going to put a baby inside you. You’re going to feel every inch of me, begging me to fill you up.”
Her breath hitched. Her knees seemed to buckle slightly, but she held her ground, exactly as he wanted. He hadn’t even touched her yet, and she was already dripping for him—he could smell it, that faint, musky sweetness gathering between her thighs.
“Go to the bedroom,” he ordered, his quiet command filling the space. “Take off the dress. Leave the heels on. Sit in the center of our bed and do *not* touch yourself. You’re going to wait for me, and you’re going to think about all the ways I’m going to break you apart before I ever let you come.”
He watched her throat work as she swallowed hard. Her “Yes” was barely a breath. Then she turned, the dress swishing against her calves, and walked down the hall with the unsteady grace of a woman completely, utterly undone.
Marcus stood alone, his chest tight, his fists clenched. The air burned with the promise of extended foreplay, of long-denied release, of domination and edge play that would leave them both shattered. He’d been a virgin an hour ago. Now, he was a husband—and a man about to claim his wife so thoroughly, she’d never doubt her own perfection again.
Chapter 2
Marcus stood in the doorway for a long, quiet moment, letting his eyes drink her in. Maya sat in the center of the bed just as he'd ordered, legs folded beneath her, the white dress pooled on the floor. Her heels were still on—black straps winding up her calves—and the sight of her, naked except for those heels, made his cock thicken painfully against his zipper.
Her gaze flicked to his crotch and her lips parted. She bit her lower lip, a flash of shy hunger that turned his blood to fire.
"You followed directions perfectly," he said, his voice low and warm as he approached. He stopped at the edge of the mattress, towering over her. "Now tell me what you were thinking about. Every dirty thought. I want to hear it."
Maya's cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away. "I thought about your mouth on my neck. Your fingers inside me. How wet I'd be before you even—" She broke off, a small, trembling inhale.
"Before I what?" He knelt onto the bed, one knee sinking into the mattress, then the other, caging her without touching. His face close to hers, his beard a whisper from her skin. "Say it."
"Before you put your cock inside me," she breathed, and the crude word—VB 4 territory—made her shiver. "Before you fuck me and fill me up until I'm pregnant."
His pulse roared. He reached up, traced his thumb along her jaw, then slid it between her lips. She sucked it automatically, her tongue velvet and heat. "That's my good girl," he praised, pulling his thumb free with a wet sound. "But you're not going to come tonight until I say so. And I'm going to take my time with you."
He undressed slowly, watching her watch him—the wide span of his shoulders emerging from his shirt, the dusting of dark hair that tapered down his belly, the heavy, veined length of his cock springing free from his trousers. He knelt before her, close enough that the tip bumped her soft stomach, and caught her gasp with a soft, possessive kiss. Her plush lips yielded, and he sank deeper, tongue flicking against hers as his hand slid down her back, gripping a handful of her generous ass.
"I love every curve of this body," he murmured against her mouth. "You're going to feel me everywhere before I even think about getting inside you."
He pressed her backward onto the mattress, hooking her legs over his shoulders still in those heels. His mouth descended on her belly, kissing the gentle swell, the stretch marks she hated, the ink blooming above her hip. His hands roamed, massaging the lush weight of her thighs, spreading them wide. The scent of her arousal filled his senses—musky, sweet, utterly intoxicating.
"Marcus, please..." she whimpered, hips arching up.
"Please what?" He blew a cool stream of air across her wet folds, her pussy glistening in the dim light. She jerked and moaned his name, but he only traced lazy circles with his tongue around her clit, never quite landing. "This?"
She cried out, fingers fisting the sheets. He chuckled darkly. "Not yet. I'm going to eat this pretty pussy until you're shaking, but you're not going to come. Not until I'm buried so deep you can't tell where you end and I begin. And when you do, it's going to be while I'm pumping a baby into you."
He licked a slow, deliberate stripe up her slit, tasting the salt-sweet proof of her desperation. Her whole body clenched, a broken sob escaping her lips. He kept going, feasting, tormenting, building her higher and higher—but always pulling back right before she could tip over the edge.
After what felt like an eternity of her moans and pleas, he lifted his head, chin shining with her slick. "You're so ready for me, aren't you?" he said, crawling up her body, his cock sliding against her thigh, leaving a wet trail. "I can feel how empty you are. How much you need to be filled."
"Yes, yes, fill me up," she begged, legs wrapping around his waist, her heels digging into his back. "I want your baby, Marcus, please—"
He nudged the head of his cock just barely between her folds, a fraction of an inch, and held there, letting her feel the impossible stretch without fulfillment. Both of them trembled, breaths ragged. "Soon," he promised, voice rough with restraint. "God, I'm going to ruin you. But first, I want you to look at me and tell me how beautiful you are."
Her eyes, dazed with need, met his. She swallowed hard, and he could see the battle—the old insecurity warring with her trust in him. "I'm beautiful," she whispered. "Every part of me."
"That's right." He kissed her forehead, then her mouth, cradling her face with one hand while the other gripped the base of his cock, sliding its head against her clit in maddening passes. "Now hold that thought while I play with you a little longer. I want to hear you scream my name before the real fucking even starts."
Maya's back arched, a keening wail tearing from her throat as he resumed the torment, never giving, only promising, the air thick with the scent of their need and the echo of a vow not yet consummated.
Chapter 3
"Please what?" he repeated, his voice a gravelly taunt against her slick folds. He dragged the flat of his tongue over her clit once, then pulled back just enough to speak. "You want me to keep licking this pretty cunt until you can't think straight?"
"Yes—God, Marcus, yes, keep doing that," Maya sobbed, her thighs quaking around his shoulders. The heels dug into his back harder as her hips bucked up, chasing his mouth.
He obliged, two fingers sliding into her soaked heat while his tongue worked her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Her inner walls clenched around him, hot and greedy. "You feel that? That's how tight you're gonna squeeze my cock after I get you fat with my baby."
The crude promise ripped a broken moan from her throat. "I need it—need your cock inside me—"
"Not yet." He curled his fingers, stroking that rough little spot that made her whole body jerk. "I'm gonna make this last. You've teased me for months, baby. Now it's my turn."
He sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked, and Maya cried out, her hands flying to his hair. "Fuck—Marcus—"
"Uh-uh." He lifted his head, his beard glistening with her wetness. "You don't get to pull my hair and play with me like that. Put your hands above your head. Keep them there, or I'll stop."
She obeyed instantly, arms stretched over the pillow, chest heaving. Her breasts rose and fell, nipples drawn tight, and the sight made his cock throb painfully between his legs. "Good girl," he rumbled, lowering his mouth again. "Now let me hear you."
He worked her with his mouth and fingers until her whole body went rigid, thighs shaking, a high, desperate whine building in her chest. "Marcus, I'm—I'm so close—"
"No, you're not." He withdrew his fingers slowly, leaving a glistening trail down her inner thigh. "Because I haven't fucked you yet."
Maya let out a sound that was half-sob, half-laugh, her head thrashing against the pillow. "I hate you right now."
He crawled up her body, settling his weight on his forearms, his cock sliding against the wet heat of her pussy without entering. "You love me. And you're gonna love the way I stretch this virgin cunt open."
Her eyes flew wide at the word—virgin—because it was true, and because the way he said it made her feel both exposed and cherished. "Marcus..."
"What, baby? Tell me what you want." He rolled his hips, letting the head of his cock slide through her folds, bumping her clit. "Use your words. I'm not doing anything until you ask me properly."
She bit her lower lip, thighs spreading wider. "I want you to fuck me." Her voice broke on the last word. "Please, Marcus. I want you to put your cock inside me and fuck me until I'm full of you."
"Until you're pregnant," he corrected, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. "Say it like you mean it."
Her blue eyes blazed up at him through tears of frustration and love. "I want you to fuck a baby into me. I want to feel you cum so deep inside me it takes. Now, please—fuck my pussy, husband."
Something inside him snapped. He sat back on his heels, grabbed her hips, and pulled her down the bed until her ass rested on his thighs. His cock pressed against her entrance, thick and unyielding, and he held there, both of them shaking with the magnitude of it.
"Look at me," he ordered. She did. "The second I push inside you, you're mine. No more 'not yet.' No more waiting. You understand?"
"Yes," she whispered, her voice raw with want. "I'm yours. I've always been yours."
He pressed forward just barely, the tip of him stretching her open, and Maya gasped, her inner muscles fluttering around the intrusion. He stopped, letting her adjust to the burning, beautiful pressure. "Breathe, baby. I've got you."
Her hands found his forearms, nails biting in. "More. Please, give me more."
He gave her another inch, grinding deeper in slow, torturous increments, his jaw tight with the effort of holding back. Her pussy was so tight, so wet, so impossibly perfect around him that he had to close his eyes and count his own heartbeat to keep from rutting into her like an animal.
"God, you feel incredible," he gritted out. "So tight I can barely move."
"Don't stop," she begged, her hips rolling upward. "Fill me up, Marcus. I want every inch."
He bottomed out with a final, homecoming thrust that buried him to the hilt inside her, and they both froze, foreheads touching, breaths ragged. She was stretched around him, full to bursting, and yet she clamped down like her body wanted him deeper still.
"This is it," he whispered, his lips brushing hers. "You and me. No going back now."
"Never," she breathed back, her legs locking around his waist. "Now move, baby. Fuck your wife."
Chapter 4
Marcus pulled out of her slowly, a wet, obscene sound filling the room, and Maya whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Before she could protest, his hands were on her hips, strong and commanding, flipping her onto her stomach.
"Up," he growled, pulling her ass into the air. "On your hands and knees. Now."
She scrambled to obey, her body trembling with desperate need. The heels were still strapped to her feet, an obscene contrast against the rumpled sheets. She felt exposed, vulnerable, her slick folds glistening and ready for him.
Marcus knelt behind her, one hand fisting the base of his cock while the other gripped the generous curve of her hip hard enough to leave marks. "Look at you," he rasped, his voice raw with possession. "This pretty pussy spread open for me. You want my cock back inside you?"
"Yes—please, Marcus—"
"Then beg for what I'm going to give you." He lined himself up, the thick head pressing just barely against her entrance without pushing in. "Beg me to fill this hungry cunt with my seed."
Maya's arms shook as she pushed back against him, desperate for more friction. "Please—please fuck me," she sobbed. "I need your cum inside me. I need you to pump me full until it takes."
"You want my baby that bad?" He thrust forward an inch, just enough to stretch her open again, then stopped.
"Yes! I want you to breed me—want your baby growing inside me—please don't stop—"
He slammed home with one brutal thrust that knocked the breath from her lungs. Her scream was pure ecstasy as he set a punishing rhythm—deep, primal strokes that filled her completely each time.
"That's it," he groaned against her ear, bending over her back while never slowing his pace. "Gonna fill this womb so full… gonna watch you swell with my child… every fucking drop is yours if you keep begging for it."
Chapter 5
The brutal snap of his hips drove into her without mercy, each plunge wringing a shattered moan from Maya’s throat. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her cunt clenching down on his cock with every stroke. “Please—Marcus—fuck a baby into me! I need your cum, need it so bad—”
A guttural sob tore from her as her begging hit a fever pitch. Then, without warning, he pulled out completely.
The sudden emptiness wrenched a cry from her. Before she could protest, his hands clamped onto her hips and spun her, lifting her bodily into his lap. She landed straddling him, her slick, swollen folds pressed against the iron-hard length of his cock—but he didn’t enter her. His arm banded around her waist, pulling her back flush against his chest, and his other hand cradled her jaw, turning her face toward his.
“Shh,” he rasped against her ear, the sound a dark, tender command. “Listen to me.”
She quivered in his grip, every inch of her a single throbbing nerve. “Marcus, why—”
“Because I need you to understand something.” His breath was hot on her cheek. “I’ve been tracking your ovulation cycle for weeks. Tonight—right now—you’re at your absolute peak. Your body is primed. If I empty my balls inside you, Maya, if I give you every last drop of my cum, you *will* get pregnant.”
A choked, desperate sound escaped her. Her hips rocked involuntarily, grinding her clit against his shaft. “Oh god—”
He tightened his arm over her belly, fingers splaying across the soft flesh he worshipped. “So when I finally pump this womb full, it’s going to take. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To feel me breed you so deep my seed catches tonight?”
“Yesss,” she hissed, her head falling back onto his shoulder. “Please, Marcus, put it back in—I’m so empty—”
“Not yet.” He kissed the shell of her ear, his words a sinful caress. “I’m going to draw this out. Make you ache for it. Because the moment I let myself cum inside you, I want you to remember it for the rest of your life. I want you to know, without a doubt, that this is the night I bred my wife.”
He shifted, lifting her hips just enough to notch the thick head of his cock at her entrance. She bucked, trying to impale herself, but his grip held her steady, allowing only that shallow, teasing pressure. Her frustrated whimper vibrated against his palm.
“Feel that?” he murmured, pushing in a bare inch and then stopping, letting her inner muscles flutter and grasp around nothing. “That’s your body begging for what’s coming. But you’re not going to come yet. Not until I’m balls-deep and telling you to let go.”
He withdrew and dragged his slick cockhead through her folds, over her aching clit, making her jerk and cry out. Then he began again—a patient, merciless torment, dipping just the tip before sliding free, over and over, as his lips painted promises of the breeding that would seal their union forever.
Chapter 6
The world spun—Marcus’s hands clamped onto Maya’s waist, and in one rough, possessive motion, he flipped her onto her back. Her heels dug into the mattress as he seized her thighs, spreading them wide, baring her soaked cunt to the dim light. He mounted her in a single, fluid lunge, his muscular frame pressing her deep into the mattress, chest to chest, the thick heat of his cock notched against her entrance.
“Look at me,” he growled, gripping her jaw, tilting her face up until her blue eyes locked onto his. “I want to see every fucking second of your face when I claim you. You don't shut those eyes—not when I push inside, not when I stretch this tight little pussy. You look at your husband while I take what’s mine.”
Maya whimpered, her lips trembling, but she held his gaze. He rewarded her by shoving forward, burying himself to the hilt in one savage thrust. Her cry shattered the air, her inner walls clenching around him in a frantic, desperate rhythm. He didn't move yet, just stayed rooted, letting her feel every rigid inch, every throbbing pulse of his need.
“You feel that?” His voice was a wrecked whisper against her mouth. “That’s my cock, Maya. Deep in your belly, right where my seed’s going to swim. But not yet. First, I’m going to fuck this pussy raw, and I’m going to watch your face twist while you beg for the cum I’m not giving you.”
He began to move—slow, punishing glides that dragged every ridge against her sensitive walls. Her nails raked his back; her hips bucked to meet him, but his weight pinned her, controlled the rhythm. Each stroke pulled a strangled gasp from her throat, her eyes fluttering despite his command.
“Don’t you fucking dare look away,” he snarled, thrusting harder. “I want to see the exact moment you know you’re going to be so full of my baby. But you don’t get to come. Not until I say.”
The relentless drive built a taut, coiled pressure in her core, but just as her moans pitched toward a scream, he pulled out completely, leaving her empty and quaking. He pressed the slick head of his cock against her swollen clit instead, rubbing in lazy circles while she sobbed.
“Eyes on me, good girl. That’s it. Stay right here on the edge. We’ve got all night to break you before I breed you.”
Chapter 7
Marcus seized Maya's hips, fingers digging into the plush flesh as he lifted her from the mattress. Her back arched, heels scrambling for purchase, and he drove into her with one brutal, claiming stroke that buried him to the root.
"Look at me while I fill you," he snarled, his voice a wrecked command that vibrated through her chest. His grip tightened on her thighs, spreading her wider, holding her open as he began to fuck her with deep, punishing thrusts that slapped his balls against her ass.
Maya's eyes locked onto his, wide and glassy with desperate need. Her full lips parted, a broken moan spilling out as he pounded into her cervix with each savage drive.
"Touch yourself," he ordered, never slowing his brutal rhythm. "Rub that pretty clit while I wreck this pussy. And I want to hear you beg—louder, Maya. Make me believe you need my seed."
Her trembling fingers slid between their slick bodies, finding the swollen nub. She circled it frantically, her hips bucking to meet his thrusts. "Please, Marcus—please fill me up. I need your cum so deep inside me. I need you to breed me, make me pregnant, please, please—"
"Louder," he growled, slamming into her harder. The bed frame hammered against the wall. Sweat dripped from his beard onto her breasts. "Scream it. Let the whole fucking world know who's putting a baby in you tonight."
"I want your cum!" Maya cried out, her voice cracking with raw desperation. "Fill my pussy, Marcus—I'm yours, I'm so fucking yours, please breed me, I need it, I need your baby, please—"
Her begging dissolved into incoherent sobs as he fucked her through her frantic rubbing, her inner walls fluttering dangerously close to the edge. But he didn't slow, didn't relent—just watched her face contort with agonized pleasure while her pleas grew hoarse and broken.
He leaned down, beard scraping her ear. "That's my good girl. Keep begging. The night's still young."
Chapter 8
In one fluid motion, Marcus flipped Maya onto her back, the mattress groaning beneath their combined weight. He seized her wrists, pinning them above her head with one iron grip, his beard brushing her forehead as he loomed over her. Her heels dug into the sheets, legs spreading wide to accommodate the sheer breadth of him.
He pushed inside her in a single, brutal stroke.
Maya gasped, her back bowing off the bed as he buried himself to the hilt. The stretch was exquisite—so fucking full, every ridge and vein of his cock pressing against her inner walls. He didn't give her a moment to adjust. He began to fuck her with a deep, relentless rhythm, each thrust driving straight into her cervix with a sharp, electric jolt that made stars burst behind her eyes.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low, wrecked growl.
Her eyes flew open, locking onto his. His gaze was feral, possessive—a man utterly consumed.
"Tell me exactly how it feels, Maya. Every inch. Every stroke. I want to hear it."
A sob caught in her throat as he slammed into her again, grinding against that deepest point. "So deep—fuck, Marcus, you're so deep inside me. I can feel you in my womb, stretching me so tight I can barely breathe."
"That's my good girl," he grunted, never slowing his punishing pace. The wet, obscene sounds of their fucking filled the room—skin slapping skin, her slick arousal coating his cock. "What else? Tell me what I'm going to do to you."
"You're going to fill me up," she cried, her wrists straining against his grip, her hips rolling desperately to meet each savage thrust. "You're going to pump your cum so deep inside my pussy—please, I need it. I need you to breed me, make me pregnant tonight."
His rhythm grew erratic, more brutal. The headboard hammered against the wall in staccato beats. "Again. Louder. Make me believe you've never needed anything more."
"I need your cum!" Maya screamed, her voice breaking, tears streaming down her cheeks from the sheer overwhelming intensity. "Fill my womb, Marcus—I'm yours, every part of me is yours, please, please, put a baby inside me, I'm begging you—"
The desperation in her voice shattered him. With a guttural roar, Marcus slammed into her one final time, burying himself to the root as his cock pulsed and erupted. Hot ropes of cum flooded her cervix, painting her inner walls, filling her so completely she could feel it pooling deep in her belly. The sensation of his release triggered her own—a violent, shattering climax that ripped through her in waves, her pussy clenching and milking every last drop from his spasming cock.
He collapsed onto her, releasing her wrists to cup her face, his forehead pressed to hers. Their ragged breaths mingled. His softening cock remained nestled inside her, plugging his seed where it belonged.
"I love you," he murmured against her lips. "And I meant every word."
Chapter 9
Marcus gathered her carefully, rolling them without slipping from her heat. Maya's back pressed into the rumpled sheets, her heels still strapped into the white satin shoes he hadn't let her remove. He stayed buried deep, his softening cock already stirring back to hardness as he gazed down at her.
"Stay just like this," he murmured, his voice rough with spent passion. "Let me feel you."
His hands found her breasts first. He cupped them reverently, thumbs circling her nipples until they pebbled under his touch. The contrast—his calloused palms against her soft skin—drew a whimper from her throat. He kneaded gently, watching her face as he worked the tender flesh.
"I'm going to watch these grow heavy," he whispered, rolling one nipple between his fingers. "Full of milk for our baby. You'll be even more beautiful than you are right now."
Maya's hips bucked involuntarily when he ground himself deeper inside her—a slow, possessive push that seated him against her cervix.
"And this belly." His hands slid down, spanning the soft curve of her stomach with both palms. He pressed gently, as if he could already feel the life they'd just planted. "I'm going to worship every inch while it swells with my child. Rub oil into your stretched skin every night while I tell you how fucking gorgeous you are."
"Marcus…" Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes—not from pain or sadness, but from the overwhelming tenderness laced through his dominance.
He began moving again: slow, deliberate thrusts that kept their bodies sealed together. His hands never stopped their massage—kneading, stroking, claiming.
"Tell me you want it," he commanded softly, rolling his hips in a languid rhythm that made the wet sounds of their joining fill the quiet room. "Tell me you want your body to change for me."
"I want it so badly," she gasped, arching into his touch. "I want my breasts to swell and my belly to grow round with your baby. I want everyone to see that I'm yours—that you bred me."
He groaned at her words, his cock hardening fully inside her clutching heat.
"Then take every drop I gave you," he growled against her ear, never ceasing his slow, grinding thrusts or the worship of his hands on her body. "Keep it deep while I fuck you just like this—gentle enough to hold my seed right where it belongs."
Chapter 10
"Say it again," Marcus commanded, his hips never stopping their slow, grinding rotation. He watched her face contort with pleasure as his cock stirred back to full hardness inside her slick heat. "Tell me what I did to you."
Maya's fingers clawed at the sheets, her voice breaking as she spoke. "You came inside me. You filled me with your cum. You're going to make me pregnant."
He rewarded her with a deeper push, feeling the way her pussy clenched around him like it was trying to milk every last drop back out. "And what are you going to do with it?"
"Keep it," she gasped. "Keep every drop inside me while you fuck me again."
"That's my good girl." He pulled nearly all the way out, watching his glistening length emerge from her swollen folds, then sank back in with agonizing slowness. "Look down. Watch me disappear inside you."
Maya lifted her head, her blue eyes glazed as she watched his thick cock split her open. The sight made her moan—a raw, desperate sound that echoed off the bedroom walls.
"You feel that?" He reached between them, pressing two fingers against her clit and rubbing in tight circles. "That's me keeping you right on the edge. I'm going to keep you here all night if I have to."
"Please, Marcus, I need—"
"You need what?" His fingers worked faster, matching the increasing tempo of his hips. "Tell me exactly what you need."
"I need you to breed me again," she whimpered, her hips bucking up to meet him. "I need to feel you lose control. I need your cum flooding my womb until there's no question—no doubt—that I'm carrying your baby."
The words hit him like a physical blow. He drove into her harder, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room. "You want me to coat your insides? Paint your cervix with my seed until it takes?"
"Yes. God, yes."
He leaned down, capturing one nipple between his teeth through the fabric of her dress that had bunched at her waist. He bit gently, then soothed it with his tongue. "Then you're going to do something for me first."
"Anything."
"Get on your hands and knees." He withdrew completely, his cock bobbing heavily against his stomach, glistening with her arousal and his own release. "Show me that perfect ass. Let me watch my cum drip down your thighs before I fuck it back into you."
Maya scrambled to obey, turning over and presenting herself to him. The white dress rode up around her waist, leaving her completely exposed. He could see the evidence of his claim—a glistening trail already beginning to escape her swollen pussy.
"Look at you," he growled, positioning himself behind her. He ran his cock through her slick folds, coating himself in their combined fluids. "Spread your legs wider. Let me see everything."
She complied, whimpering as she arched her back. He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance but didn't push inside. Instead, he slid one finger alongside his shaft, gathering the escaping fluid and pushing it back into her.
"Not a single drop wasted," he murmured, working his finger in and out. "You're going to stay plugged with my cum until I decide you've taken enough."
"Marcus, please fuck me," she begged, her voice cracking with desperation. "I can't take much more."
"You can take everything I give you." He added a second finger, stretching her gently while his other hand gripped her hip hard enough to leave bruises. "And you will."
He dragged his fingers out slowly, then replaced them with the broad head of his cock. He pushed in just an inch, letting her feel the stretch, the promise of what was coming.
"I'm going to fuck you so deep you'll taste it," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. "And when I come, I'm going to hold myself inside you until my balls are completely empty."
Her whole body shuddered. "Yes, Marcus. Please. Fill me."
He surged forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Maya cried out, her fingers twisting in the sheets as he began to move—hard, deep thrusts that made the bed frame knock against the wall.
"Every time I pull out, you clench," he observed, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Like your body's begging me to stay inside."
"It is," she sobbed. "It knows what it wants. It wants your baby, Marcus."
He wrapped his arm around her waist, hauling her upright until her back pressed against his chest. The new angle seated him impossibly deeper, and she let out a broken moan. His free hand cupped her breast, squeezing roughly.
"Then let's give it what it wants."
Chapter 11
"Don't stop," Maya gasped, her nails raking down his back as he drove into her from behind. "Please, Marcus, don't ever stop."
He gripped her hips harder, pulling her back onto his cock with each brutal thrust. "I'm not stopping until you're pregnant. Until my cum is so deep inside you there's no way it doesn't take."
"Yes," she sobbed. "God, yes. Fill me up. Breed me."
He could feel her tightening around him, that telltale flutter that meant she was close. He'd learned her body so well over these past hours—every tremor, every gasp, every way she begged when she was right on the edge.
"Are you going to come for me again?" He reached around, finding her clit and pressing hard. "Come on my cock while I'm pumping you full?"
"Marcus, I can't—it's too much—"
"You can." He fucked her faster, harder, the wet sounds of their joining obscene in the quiet room. "You will. Come for me, Maya. Let me feel you milk my cock."
She shattered with a scream, her pussy clamping down on him in rhythmic pulses. He kept fucking her through it, grinding deep, feeling every spasm.
"That's it," he growled. "Take it. Take all of it."
When her orgasm finally subsided, he pulled out slowly, watching his cock emerge slick and glistening. He turned her onto her back, spreading her legs wide.
"Now I'm going to watch," he said, positioning himself at her entrance. "Watch my cum drip out of you. And then I'm going to fuck it back in."
Chapter 12
Marcus eased his cock back inside her, the thick head parting her swollen lips, and she gasped at the obscene wetness—his cum sliding out only to be pushed deep again. "Feel that?" he rasped, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Every drop of my load, going right back where it belongs." He rolled his hips, slow and deliberate, watching her face contort with pleasure and something like shame. "Don't look away, Maya. You wanted this. You begged for my seed."
She whimpered, her hands fisting the sheets. "Marcus, please... it's so much."
He pulled out just enough to see the milky fluid coating his shaft, then slammed back in, hard enough to make the bed creak. "Too much? You're going to take every last bit, and then I'm going to give you more." He reached down, thumb finding her clit, pressing in tight circles. "I want you to come again. But this time, I want you to let go completely. I want to feel you gush all over me."
Her eyes widened, breath hitching. "I... I can't do that. I've never—"
"You will," he cut her off, fucking her faster now, the wet sounds filling the room. "Your body knows what it needs. Stop holding back. Squirt for me, Maya. Soak my cock. Show me how much you love being bred."
He angled his hips, hitting that spot deep inside, and her back arched off the mattress. "Oh God, Marcus—I'm close—"
"Then let it happen. Don't fight it." He pressed harder on her clit, his other hand gripping her hip. "Come for me, wife. Make a mess on my cock."
She shattered with a scream, her pussy clamping down in violent pulses, and then a hot, gushing torrent erupted around him—soaking his pelvis, his thighs, even splashing onto her own belly. He kept pumping through it, feeling her squirt coat him, the scent of her release mingling with his cum. "That's it, good girl," he praised, voice rough with pride. "Fucking soak me."
Her body shuddered, legs trembling, as the last spurts died away. He slowed, still buried deep, looking down at the mess between them—her thighs glistening, his cock drenched, the sheets dark with wetness. He pulled out slowly, watching a fresh trickle of fluid and cum leak from her used hole. "Look at that," he murmured, almost reverent. "You're perfect, Maya. Absolutely fucking perfect."
She lay panting, blue eyes glassy, a shy smile breaking through. "I've never done that before."
He leaned down, kissing her deeply, tasting the sweat on her lips. "You have now. And we're not done yet. I'm going to make you squirt again before I fill you up again."