Kenna breaks our kiss. “Wyatt, please fuck me harder!” she hisses, her body rolling under my own.
Shit, she can make me fucking insane with a single sentence.
I grunt into the crook of her neck, pounding thickly into her, my strokes so hard and fast now that they move our gigantic bed back and forth with us.
I pepper kisses along her shoulder and then I lower my face to her chest until my mouth is gently closing around one of her dark pink, sensitive nipples.
“God, you feel so good, so good,” my wife moans, her fingers gripping my sides as she gasps my name over and over.
“You too, baby… so good.”
I start to lick around her peak, her thighs hitching higher over mine and her pussy immediately clamping down on my length at the sensation: she’s always very responsive whenever I suck on her tits, but especially so when she’s nursing.
With the barest of touches from my tongue and the softest pressure on her areola she’s already leaking some of her sweetness past my lips. The taste of it wraps like an invisible vise around my aching balls and makes me fuck her even deeper with every new thrust as my cock lurches inside of her and I feel a spurt of cum jets out.
I wish I could suck her little bud hard and nibble on it like I always do, but Kenna’s extra delicate and sensitive right now and that kind of treatment would be too much for her and since I’d rather kill myself than do anything that could ever hurt her, I content myself with gently laving and suckling at her breast.
I grunt low in my throat, rutting into her harder still as more of her milk spills into my mouth.
There’s not an inch of my wife’s body that doesn’t taste fucking amazing and addictive from her sweet tongue to her downright sinfully sugary pussy cream but, damn, her breast milk fucking takes the cake and it’s gotta be my favorite flavor in the whole world.
One of her hands moves up from my side and gently slides up my back and to the nape of my neck. She holds me there, her fingers tangling in my short hair as she strokes my head.
Kenna fucking loves it when I sample her sweetness like this while we fuck, she says it brings us even closer and she’s absolutely right.
I love sucking on her nipples any given day, whether she’s nursing or not, just because, but when she actually drips sweetness it drives me fucking insane with lust and just skyrockets my arousal. It reminds me about the strength and depth of our bond and about what we can create together every time we make love.
“Goddammit, babydoll, you taste so fucking sweet. I could never get enough,” I growl on her skin and I really start to fuck her down and dirty when I feel her pussy starting to squeeze and release around my cock.
She moans under me, her hips moving against me as she starts to climb, more of her sugary milk leaking out of her with every clench of her cunt.
“So… so close, Wyatt! So close,” she mumbles, her head falling back, her curls spilling onto the pillow, her tight pussy quivering around my thickness.
She only needs a little more to go over.
“I’ve got you, love,” I hiss on her skin, trying to keep myself from cumming.
I push down on her clit with the pad of my thumb and at the same time, I give her a dull nip on her nipple and she just explodes, whimpering and arching up into my thrusts as she cums all over me, her mouth falling open for a cry I can barely cut out with the palm of my hand as I keep on driving my cock into her.
The last thing we need is four children walking on us and the fifth starting to cry while I’m about to cum and she’s floating in ecstasy.
My little tease of a wife licks the palm of the hand I have over her mouth and the unexpected sensation makes my eyes roll in the back of my head.
“Fuck, baby, cum again. Cum for me,” I grunt, talking around her wet, sweet nipple and fucking into her pussy at an angle, my thumb still pressed over her clit as the hand I have on her mouth moves lower until my fingers are gently grasping her throat.
Kenna trembles all over and her cunt starts to contract again as her body goes from aftershocks to full-on cumming again and I muffle my own orgasmic roar letting my face drop in the valley between her large tits as my hips pin her to the bed one last time while she splinters around me, her pussy strangling my length as I shoot my load deep inside of her.
I enjoy a few moments of utter closeness with my wife as we bask in the afterglow of our pleasure. Soon, though, my much larger frame becomes too oppressive for her and I feel her breaths starting to come more closely together. I turn us onto our sides, dragging her on top of me so I can keep my cock nestled in her pussy a little while longer, we are kissing before our heads even hit the pillow.
We can’t cuddle for long though, two more minutes, and the twins start to clamoring for ‘Mommy’ and ‘Daddy’, and then so does our baby, his sweet little whimpering cries coming from our baby monitor.
I look over at the screen and see that he just lost his binky. If we’re lucky and manage to put the twins back to sleep, we might just get to go another round.
“Mommy, Daddy! Why is the door locked?” our oldest princess asks from behind the closed door of our bedroom, sounding clearly annoyed.
“You’re not supposed to lock bedrooms, Daddy, that could be dangerous,” my little smartass son reminds me and then, continues as an aside to his accomplice: “They are always getting mad at us when we lock ourselves in our rooms and yet how come they get to do it!”
Okay, I’ll admit it: the chance at round two was totally wishful thinking on my part.
Kenna giggles against my chest. “Well, at least this time we got to finish. That’s definitely something,” she jokes, referring to the one too many times one of our little devils almost walked on us and the interruption left her needy and me with blue-balls for the rest of the day.
I laugh. “That’s everything, Kenna.”
She smiles at me as I stand up and throw her one of my old Army shirts, donning a pair of sweats at the speed of light.
I open the door, pick up one kid under each arm, and throw them on the bed with my wife; they giggle and squeal happily, immediately throwing themselves at their mom as our cats run into the bedroom passing between my legs and nearly sending me sprawling and making my kids laugh.
“Oh, Daddy! Look where you’re going!” Jonny scolds, his older sister nodding solemnly.
“You deal with these two delinquents, I’ll go get the rest of the horde,” I tell my wife.
She grins at me.
I’m about to leave the room when she calls my name and I stop. “What?”
“Still to the edge of eternity?” she asks, our children looking at us curiously as they play with their pets.
I wink at her. “Always, babydoll. Always and forever.”
THE END