Knock Me Up And Then Fuck Me Again Eight Months Later, Your Hands On My Belly Feeling Our Baby Kick And

Knock me up and then fuck me again eight months later, your hands on my belly feeling our baby kick and squirm in my womb while you pound my pregnant pussy until I'm screaming.

I want to feel our baby wriggling inside me while your cock slams my cunt, fuck me so deep and rough you send me into labour 💜

Literally I’d give anything right now to have a baby fucked into me.

I want to feel someone’s raw cock pounding my tight little pussy, pressing against my gspot with every thrust, even making it to the cervix.

I want fertile semen pumped deep inside, ropes of cum making it into my womb and fertilising my egg.

I want to be made into a mommy right now

I had fallen asleep on the floor of our baby’s bedroom. Warm, dark, quiet, the perfect escape from the hustle and bustle of the outside. I also felt it might keep me safe, from your ravenous hunger. Lulled to dreamland by our daughter’s soft cooing, I laid my head upon my hands and closed my eyes, unbothered by my only covering being a thin t-shirt. As flimsy as it was, it was more than enough to keep me warm.

I must have been so deeply exhausted from a long day of motherhood that I never noticed you creep into the room and scoop me into your arms. I didn’t wake while you carried me down the hall to our bedroom. I didn’t even wake when you put me down on the bed, propping me up on a pillow and crawling between my legs.

It was only when I felt your fingers playing with my clit, that I finally snapped out of my slumber and back into reality. I moaned loudly, caught off guard by the sudden waves of pleasure radiating upwards. My heart clenched in fear as I felt you on top of me.

I had given birth to our daughter 8 months beforehand. I was wholly dedicated to raising your child, and it was tiring for me. I knew you were a little jealous that I was paying more attention to her, but you never vocalized it much. Till recently.

“I miss when you were pregnant.” You said to me, a few nights ago at dinner. “You were so cute when you were huge with my baby.”

I looked up from feeding our baby, her sucking eagerly from my breast. “You miss that? I was so helpless! You had to do almost everything for me.”

“Well yeah, but it was kind of nice. That big belly, you always needing me to help you walk or go up stairs or get food.” You leaned forward and put your hand on my stomach, “You I know, I make more than enough to hire a good nanny to help out…”

And at that moment, I knew you were going to fill me again. You slept pressed against me, hands on my belly, lips against the back of my neck. Your erection raged but I shrugged it off. I didn’t want to even begin thinking of conceiving again. Even with a nanny to help out, I couldn’t imagine going through that transformation again.

The second night I slept in the nursery, and only woke to climb into our bed early in the morning. You grumbled and pawed at me, but soon had to rise to go to work.

And now, you were hovering over me, fingers circling my clit, staring down at me. I knew what you were to do.

You were inside me in an instant. I couldn’t help but cry out, mostly in surprise. We hadn’t fucked since before the birth, and I had been working hard to return my body to complete normal. Your cock stretched my pussy immediately, filling me to an almost uncomfortable limit.

You groaned as you started thrusting. I tried to protest but you held my face into the bed, unconcerned with my wants. I was so vulnerable to your animalistic pleasures, unable to do anything to stop you on your quest to fill me with your seed again.

I tried to push against you, but I was too tired. You kissed my neck, biting and sucking the sensitive skin, whispering into my ear.

“I’m going to cum in you, again and again. I decided I’m going to keep you pregnant for a long, long time. I don’t care if I have to hire a different nanny for each baby I pump into you, you’re my wife and that means this womb belongs to me. You understand?”

I tried to shake my head but you growlrd, biting hard into my shoulder. Your thrusts increased in speed and power, making the bed creak loudly.

“You’re my wife and that means I can breed you whenever. Your body is mine.” You whispered menacingly, “Understand?”

I did. I didn’t want to, but I did. I knew it was my place to open myself to you and bear your children, no matter how degrading I thought that sounded. I loved you and I loved our family so much, how could I deny you?

I lay still as you pumped your first load of the night into me. You claimed me several more times that night, repeating your mantra about how you owned me. The third time you came in me, I finally realized I enjoyed the idea of being your permanent breeding stock. You smiled as I climbed onto you that morning, desperate to milk you dry once again. I accepted my place, thank you for putting me in it.

would love to get drugged and have my cunt violated by gloved fingers and foreign objects while my assailant mock-praises me for how obedient i am and how wet i'm getting

 - as he goes down on her for 9 minutes…

Both 30. Sex was indulgent, frantic, and painful.