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"It's gonna be all about you tonight, okay?" Mikey cups your face as you straddle him. He brings his lips to your forehead, delivering a soft peck and returning to the softness of your facial features. How stoic, you looked. A mystery, indeed. An enigma that needed to be controlled and mastered, frowned upon. You were the key to Mikey's pleasure. If it ended in you degradation, that was solely your responsibility. At least, this was how it was processed for Mikey. Your husband can't help but grunt as he slides his cock between your sopping cunt lips. The shaft spreading the angelic features and watching them knit back together and line with essence. Mikey's cock feels heavy, his balls feel uncomfortably full. He's sure the only solution to this problem is a good, long edging. That meant, the same went for you.

"You're my wife, no?" Mikey thrusts into you from behind, after transferring from the sofa to the much more pleasant realm of the bedroom. "Tell me, tell me you're my wife."

"I'm your wife, Mikey!" He knocks his hips into your ass, shoving you forwards instantly. "I'm yours, baby. All yours, and nobody elses." A wide grin spreads upon Mikey's face. "Yeah, fuckin' A right, you're my girl. Like getting fucked like this, huh? Dirty little nympho, you are." Mikey's hips slam into you as his fingernails dig into the sides of your soft hips. His palms cling to them for dear life until he pushes the entire weight of his strong body on top of yours. Initiating your forward crash onto the bed, having previously been standing. Mikey's chest rests upon the curve of your back. He's calm, voice a gentle hum as he nestles into your neck lovingly. "My sweet, angel of a wife." His cock twitches, his shaft throbs. Mikey withdraws accidentally, only adding to the significant amount of friction, also resulting in an irresistable clench of your cunt.

"Don't you dare clench around me." Mikey demands, grabbing your chin with a free hand before clamping it straight down onto your hip once again. "Fingers... in my mouth, Manjiro." You cry out, each calculated thrust delivered by Mikey is violent, harsh and erratic as he maneuvers his hips to yours and his liking. Mikey's speed increases drastically as he starts to really pound into you. "What, you want this? Naughty little angel," he sneers, the same hand being brought to your lips. Mikey's fingers dig into your cheek and pull the flesh aside, cries leaving your parted lips. Mikey's thrusts refuse to die down. Each time he manages to slip out accidentally, he's quick to slide between your folds, collect your essence and slip right back into your clenching hole. You simply weep to yourself as Mikey stuffs his fingers nearly down your throat, scratching up your tongue and gums wih his sharp fingernails. The pain is quite unpleasant, but it only adds to the waves of arousal that continue to crash upon you two.

"You said you wanted another kid, Manjiro?" You mumble as your teeth grit slightly to free his fingers. "What was that? Oh, a kid?" He smirks, adjusting his hips once more. "I haven't been able to enjoy lust in its purest form since we had our last." Mikey's fingers entangle with yours from behind. He withdraws his leaking cock from your hole. As your body aims to rise up from the previous position, your husband's fingers become wrapped around your throat. You're face to face with the man you love, on your anniversary. It was your second anniversary as a married couple, as you'd previously had a son in the past year. Mikey, being considerate, refused to have sex with you until you were fully healed from the birth. You still remember this, each time you've made love afterwards.

"Let me make love to you, y/n." Mikey coos sweetly. "No," you begin. "I wanna clean up the mess I made on your cock first."

Mikey doesn't even have to react before you're down on your knees before him. Taking his massive balls in one hand, the other strokes up his shaft, collecting both his and your essences between your fingers. Copious, milky strands of precum dribbling down your wrist even before you've got the man's cock in your mouth. Suddenly, you earn a gasp from Mikey the moment you slip his cock into your open mouth. His legs practically gave out, stumbling as he steadied himself with a hand tangled in your scalp. Mikey steadily thrusted at first, wanting to save real face fucking for the grand finale. You stare into Mikey's eyes from underneath him and between his legs. He doesn't hold a speck of power.

You slip Mikey in and out of your warm mouth, tip sliding out with a pop every so often. Milking Mikey's hard length with the walls of your throat and circling his tip with your tongue, the man lounges backwards. Back arched, Mikey feels an alarming climax approach him. "Wait, baby. Don't wanna cum just yet. Let me... Just let me fuck your face." You aren't in the least bit surprised by your husband's request. You widen your mouth, and the sheer second your lips part, Mikey's delving his cock inside until his fat cockhead reaches the back of your tormented throat. He sighs heavily, as you're unable to stop the contractions of your full throat, causing you to tighten around him impossibly harder. "Aw, fuck!" He groans, shoving his balls against your lips. Mikey's thrusts are deep, rough. He's hammering his balls against your lips in a not so delicate fashion, as they slap the lower half of your face more often than you'd expect. Mikey intended to cum in your throat, and what better way to do so than to go all out?

Drool spills from the corners of your mouth as Mikey refuses to still. You can still taste the sweetness of your pussy on your tongue from Mikey's shaft. He loved the way you tasted, always had. Grinding his pelvis against your face, Mikey groans as he spills his load into the ridged walls of your throat. He spurts for what seems like minutes, each milky rope of cum become more and more savorable as he inches his way out of your throat. Resting his cockhead on your tongue, Mikey orders you to suck. You press your lips together immediately, squeezing his cockhead and milking the rest of his semen out from his balls.

You look upon a sexually frustrated man. He's still not finished with you. Before you knew it, you were pinned below Mikey in the state of a mating press. He'd previously fucked you in missionary that night. Slowly and sensually, he moved his hips in tangent with yours, rolling your bodies against each other's core. Each other's soul and heart. That was what true lovemaking looked like to Mikey. He held back his orgasm, instead desiring to look into those carnal eyes of yours as he came hard.

"Darling, I just know you're begging for another load in that dumb brain of yours." You wince at Mikey's words. Though, a part of you knows each word that comes out of his mouth is true. Or, have you simply convinced yourself to believe so? It didn't matter. You didn't care. "Yes, Mikey! Please..."

"Please what?"

"Please... Mikey!"

"That's not my fucking name." Mikey's hands gravitated towards your throat, fingers quickly attaching to the sides and squeezing your neck. "Now, I want you to tell me who's fucking you."

"You... Sir!"

"Finally." Mikey presses the back of his forearms against your thighs, folding you into the press you both desired so badly. Mikey's cockhead slaps at your clit, which he toys with for a good amount of time. Each moment his sopping cockhead came down against your clit, essence splashed in its wake. Eventually, Mikey had enough fun. He inserted his entire shaft inside of you with one fell swoop. He began to thrust violently inside of you, hands clamped around your throat as you gasp for air. You're almost unable to breathe, due to how strong Mikey is. He's invincible, he's powerful. He's your husband, and the two of you always relished in your kinky endeavors. Mikey bent you in half even more so, your head rushing to relax onto the pillow beneath as he slams into you. "Gonna fill you, gonna breed you up." He scowls, fixated on his orgasm that never seems to come.

"Mikey..."

"What was that?" Mikey slid out of you immediately.

"Sir! Please! Sir... Put it back inside, please!"

"That's what I like to fuckin' hear." Mikey slipped his cock straight into your pussy into his cockhead rested against your sorry womb. He nudged the area of flesh before continuing and building up his rhythm. Your tongue lolled to the side as Mikey's assault on your cunt only morphed into a louder and filthier romp. With Mikey nearly choking you out on a few occasions due to how energized he was. He became more careful that night, not wanting to hurt you.

You rolled your hips upwards to meet Mikey's, his strangling grip loosening as he feels his orgasm near. "Gonna make you a mommy for the second... time." He grunts, pulling and pushing in and out to milk every last drop of cream from his balls. Mikey's hand reached down to rub delicate circles around your bundle of nerves, your reaction being priceless to him. The enhanced view of your face in pure bliss and contracting euphoria as your dear husband induces the strongest orgasm of your life. You gush around Mikey's thick length, essence spilling underneath the globes of your ass and drenching Mikey's cock, pubic mound and balls. "You... made me squirt, Mikey."

"Sir. I won't ask you again."

"Sir, you made me squirt." You state, not proudly but tinted with shame.

"Don't be sad, pretty girl." He kisses your forehead, resuming his thrusts. Your oversensitive cunt becomes abused by the motions of Mikey's hips. His thrusts aren't gentle. In fact he's never fucked any one of his ex girlfriends the way he does to you, his wife. He had free range to go all out on his darling, condolences to your consent. Mikey plows his strong hips into you, cock stiffening and throbbing with pleasure. "Sir, please cum... Fill me. Fill me up!" Your fingernails rake up and down Mikey's scarred and bruised back. The feeling of pain is stunning. Flesh devouring. He was sure you were drawing blood as he rutted into your hole like an animal.