Chapter 1
Eve
“Fuck me Santa” the clearly coked up porn star screams.
What the hell am I looking at? Why the fuck did I think this was a good idea? But typing ‘santa’ into the porn search bar, what did I expect?
Trying to spice things up in the bedroom shouldn’t involve someone playing Santa. But that’s what I’m looking for, spice.
Don’t get me wrong, sex with Devon is as good as it was the day I lost my virginity. But after the birth of our third child, I want to broaden our horizons. Role playing sounded good in theory but after watching a few porn role playing videos, I’m striking it off the list.
I have to do something special for tonight though. My doctor just cleared me for sex. It’s been agony for me and Devon to keep our hands off each other. It’s been strictly oral these past weeks since the birth of our second daughter.
I mean I love sucking my husband. Licking the precum off his cock piercing is one of my favorite pastimes but I need more. I literally ache to have him inside me. Literally. My body aches for cock all the time. I’m wet 24/7. No matter how many times I change panties, they just end up soaked. I’m going through dick withdrawal, that’s the only way I can logically explain this.
Devon eats me out morning noon and night. But it’s still not enough. I need the real deal.
Maybe we should just stick with what works for both of us. My husband has a pregnancy fetish. He wants me pregnant all the time. I should be offended but I’m not. I love it as much as him and I don’t mind being pregnant. I never seem to get stretch marks, morning sickness, or swelling. It’s like my body likes being pregnant.
I don’t know when I’ll close down the baby factory but I know I’ve still got a few more in me. My children are the best things to happen to me, besides Devon. I never had siblings so for my children to have each other is important to me.
“Mommy!”
Speak of the devil. I quickly slam my laptop closed just in time to see our son rush into our bedroom.
“Astrid took my teddy!”
Goddamnit. These two love messing with each other.
“Shhhh you’re going to wake up your sister” I nod to the room next door.
Our second daughter, Penelope is easily woken and difficult to put down. She’s by far our most challenging baby but we’d never trade her for anything.
I’m about to tell my son about sharing when my husband walks into our bedroom, no doubt tired from work.
My heart rate jacks up the second he enters the room. My body never fails to become aroused when I see him.
Avalon rubs full force into his father when he sees him.
“Daddy!” He yells, happily.
“How’s my boy?” Devon asks as he lifts our son into his arms.
“Good but Astrid took my bear from me,″ Avalon complains.
Devon doesn’t seem fazed by the fact he’s got on a 50,000 dollar suit, and our son is probably roughing it up by the way he wiggles around.
“Let’s go have a word with your sister then” he sighs, winking quickly at me before exiting the room.
I sigh and set my laptop on the nightstand. I quickly check the baby monitor to see if Penelope is still asleep.
Right now I know he’s putting our little ones to sleep so I strip down until I’m naked. Ever since losing my virginity, I’ve really come to love my body. I had self esteem issues growing up, some of it my now husbands doing in high school. But now every time Devon sees me naked he apologizes for every single hurtful thing he said to me.
I’m about to untie my hair from the bun I’ve had it in, when cool hands slide onto my hips from behind. I breathe in a sigh and lean my head back against his chest.
“You’ve been waiting for me” he says, not a question but a statement.
“Mmmmhmm” I nod, pushing back slightly to rub against the big bulge that’s prodding my ass.
He bites my neck before suddenly pulling my hair back roughly.
“On your knees” he orders, pulling harder.
I moan, totally unprepared for his bossy demeanor right off the bat.
“On. Your. Fucking. Knees” he grunts, hand grasping my throat.
I immediately drop to the floor, looking up at him. The obscene bulge in his suit, driving me crazy as it sits in front of me. We’ve got rules when I’m down on my knees: no touching until I’m told to.
“Eyes” he grunts, my hair still in his fist.
My eyes immediately go to his and I moan when he gives me a look of approval. He keeps his eyes on me as his hands reach his slacks, unbuttoning. I sit there staring up at the man I love as he tortures me in the best way possible.
The zipper is pulled and he presents me with a very plump looking erection straining against his briefs.
I make a point of maintaining eye contact with him as he slowly lowers his briefs. I nearly squeal when his thick cock springs out and grazes my lips, a drop of pre-cum wetting them.
“Open” he grunts, taking a hold of his shaft with two fingers.
The piercing lancing his cock, winking at me in the lighting of our bedroom. I open my mouth and wait. He groans, aiming himself toward my mouth.
“You don’t do anything without my permission” he reminds me, yanking my hair.
But we really know, I’m the one in control when I’m on my knees or my back or any other positions we get ourselves into. I have him at my mercy no matter what.
I nod quickly, not taking my eyes off the thick prize in front of me.
He inches himself toward me and on the first touch of his tip to my lips, we both moan.
“Suck the head.”
I gingerly close my lips around him and suck. His groans make me suck harder and more eagerly.
“The slit. Lick it” he groans, chest strained.
My tongue seeks out the tiny hole at the head of his dick and I lick it thoroughly. I give his piercing a kiss too because it treats my clit and g-spot so well on a daily basis.
Devon flexed his cock making it jump in my mouth, making me moan.
“Under the head now” he grits out, his free hand caressing my jaw.
I flick quickly at the underside of his tip where the frenulum is. The sensitivity, immediate when he curses a long string of expletives.
“Take it down” he orders before shoving himself all the way into my mouth.
He’s so big that I can’t take all of him and his girth makes my jaw ache in protest but there is no way in hell I’m stopping, I never do.
I take my man as deep as I can. His tip grazes the back of my throat and he moans loudly. I bob quickly before my gag reflex kicks in.
His piercing touches my throat and I moan, pulling back regrettably to breathe.
A tug on my hair pulls me back to the tip and signals for me to look at him.
“Lick my balls.”
I eagerly slide my tongue down his shaft till I reach his balls, weighty and beautiful. I lick one at a time loving the way he groans for me.
“Suck them,” he strains, arms flexing.
I pop one into my mouth and suck with as much force as I did his dick. I can tell he’s barely holding onto his load, like everytime I do this.
“Can I have your cum?” I pout in my best innocent tone, looking up at him.
“Not in your mouth tonight, kitten. I’m cumming inside you tonight” he smirks. “I want you to be dripping with it.
I shiver, it’s filthy and dirty. I love it.
“Stand up baby. I want you against the wall” he murmurs, helping me to my feet and giving me a hard kiss.
I stand up and let him lead me next to the bed. He turns me to face the wall and bends me over by placing a firm hand on my lower back.
He wrenches down his pants in one motion and slaps my ass. I gasp against the wall, my nails digging into my palm.
He slaps the sides of my ass near the hips, where he knows I’ll bruise easily. I’ll wear the marks tomorrow and I can’t wait.
Taking a handful of my long hair, he pulls me back against him while he positions his cock at my pussy lips. Like always it’s a struggle to take him in one motion.
I wiggle against his dick, trying to shimmy myself onto him.
“Easy, baby. Don’t hurt yourself” I swear I can feel him smirk.
I suddenly shove all the way back, taking him balls deep. I’m rewarded by an iron clasp around my hips and him moaning my name.
I feel my walls flutter and pulse against him. I’m stretched to the max and I love how full it feels. Never going to get tired of this, ever.
Without a warning, he pulls out to the tip, slipping the big head through my lips. The piercing bumping my clit in the process. I shriek when he shoves back into me, till his balls smack off my lips from behind. His hairy thighs push against the back of mine and he leans down to bite my shoulder.
“How do you want it?” he asks, slapping my ass.
I struggle to answer over the pleasure, “Fuck me hard.”
He does just that. Pulling out and slamming back in, over and over and over.
“Goddamn, baby. You’re creaming on my dick.”
I moan and push back against him, always eager to lend a helping hand. I grunt when his fat tip hits my g-spot, piercing putting the right amount of pressure against it. My body responds with a resounding shudder and clench.
“Devon, please” I moan breathless, urging him to go faster.
He knows exactly what I need, body in tune with mine, gripping my ass harder and rolling his hips deeper.
I feel completely blissful, full and fucked.
His tip slams my cervix with every deep thrust. It hurts so good. I know he can feel me clenching onto him, not wanting him to leave my warmth.
“Fuck, princess” he growls, pulling my hair harder.
I try to push back to meet his thrusts but his hold on me is too tight. His hand comes to rest on top of mine on the wall, our wedding bands touching, kissing.
“I can’t believe you’re my wife” he groans in my ear, biting my neck.
I feel the same way, I can’t believe he’s my husband. Three years and it feels like the first day, there’s no bottom.
“I love you” I pant, still welcoming his brutal thrusts.
“Fuck your pussy is sucking the cum from my balls. Does that mean you’re gonna make me a Daddy for the fourth time?” Devon grunts, placing a possessive hand on my belly.
“I just had your third! Pace yourself” I gasp out, knowing it doesn’t matter really.
“We’ll see about that” he’s taking it as a challenge, changing the angle.
He’s right, my pussy does have a death grip on his cock. It’s like my body knows and wants to hold on to it.
“Baby I’m gonna cum” I warn, my legs locking up.
Devon growls fiercely, his fingers brushing my clit. I can feel the distinct pressure of his cock piercing on my g-spot and that ends me.
I muffle my scream into my arm and cum, hard.
“Jesus Eve” my husband shouts, hips jerking.
His thick gooey cum splashes into me. It leaks down my thighs in hot rivets. I moan and push back against him, wanting to make sure I’ve gotten every drop.
Devon finally finds the end of his orgasm and blankets my back with his chest. His lips kiss my neck softly, whispering love.
He regrettably pulls out and carries me to bed. Once I’m under the covers, he tugs on some briefs and leaves the room to check on the kids. Always the last thing he does before coming to bed.
Over the monitor I hear Penelope wake up and begin to cry. Before I can even get out of bed, Devon is there to comfort her.
He comes back to our bedroom holding our newest child against him. Damn, there’s nothing sexier than a huge tattooed man gently holding a baby.
“She’s hungry,” he murmurs softly, rocking her.
Seeing as I’m still naked, I shove the covers off me and hold out my arms. Devon carefully slides her against my chest and she immediately fastens her lips around my nipple.
Penelope is a good eater, minimal fussing and easy to burp. But damn the girl has a pair of lungs, she can cry for hours.
I hum as she eats and stare at her. She’s by far the child with the darkest hair. It’s almost ink black and of course she’s got her fathers green eyes. She’s going to be a heartbreaker.
“I’ll never get over how beautiful she is, baby,” Devon whispers, staring at her in awe.
“She looks like her Daddy that’s why” I smile, touching her nose.
He shakes his head, “I think she looks like her Mommy.”
Penelope pulls away from my breast, finished eating. I pull her over my shoulder to burp which she does after a few pats on the back
A few droplets of milk drip from my boobs and I sigh, it seems like my whole life consists of pumping.
I glance over and see Devon watching my breasts intently, I swat him across the chest.
“None for you pervert. My boobs are reserved for your daughter” I hiss, still patting Penelope.
“We’ll see about that after we put her down,” he smirks, reaching for her.
Our marriage is one big sex-capade and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
