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Your pussy clamps down on nothing from the promise in his words, slick leaking from your entrance as desire continues to build inside you, and you can't help but nod and agree to anything he has to say right now. He laughs softly, kissing you again and again, moving his hand from your clit just to better situate himself.

He wraps one hand under your body, pulling you closer by your waist, positioning it to where he can rub your clit while moving the other hand to lift your leg. He slides his cock against your folds, gathering your slick, coating his length in your arousal to make it easier to push inside. His tip leaks precum, the head red and swollen with need, and you move your soft hand down to smear it with your thumb before guiding him to your entrance.

"Goddamn," he curses, his tip slipping inside of your wet walls, your pussy instantly giving way to his familiar length when both of you let out a rough moan of approval.

Simon sinks in all the way, his cock nudging against your cervix, and he rests there, feeling the way your walls flutter around him while trying to adjust to his size like you have to every single time. Your fingers grip the sheets, trying to steady yourself from the feeling of being so full, and you bite your bottom lip to muffle the sounds of pleasure that threaten to rip free and wake up everyone in the house.

"Si, please," you beg, rolling your hips back against him, silently asking for him to move, for him to do anything he wants to you.

His hand moves from your clit, moving to press down on your lower belly, and the sensation leaves you feeling euphoric from how deep inside you he sits. He groans from feeling himself there too, his cock twitching in the depths of your pussy just from the thought alone. One finger traces the lines of your stretch marks, silently worshipping all your body has done to give him his children. You let him, giving him the time to be there with you, giving him the time to think back on everything that has happened to make him the father he is today.

"I wouldn't be anything without you," he whispers breathlessly, his fingers finding your clit again where he rubs tight, quick circles while he pulls out just to push back in again.

His cock bullies your insides in the best way. The veins and ridges of his length slide through your walls, molding to him, welcoming him in the rawest way possible. He angles his hips to hit your sweet spot, and you do everything you can not to cry out for the man behind you. He hits your cervix, knowing just how much pressure to apply to make it pleasurable for you. Simon doesn't go too fast or too slow, his pace is meant to build your orgasm steadily, to build the anticipation.

"You feel so good," he praises, rolling his hips against your ass over and over again, pinching your clit between his calloused fingers and rubbing at the same time.

You moan quietly, rocking back and forth against him to meet every thrust while spreading your legs even wider than the way he has you positioned, begging for more. Your fingers tangle in the sheets, your other hand cups your breasts, toying with your sensitive, hard nipples to relieve the ache in them. Your head digs into the soft pillow, drool dripping onto the fabric from where your mouth hangs open ever so slightly on silent moans, and your eyes shut tight as you give your body over to him.

"Oh f-fuck Si," you whimper, shivers racking through your body as heat begins to pool in your lower belly,

He pounds against your sweet spot, his fingers dig into the soft fat of the inside of your thigh, his fingers work your clit with efficiency just the way you like it. You push back against him, letting him reach even deeper inside of you, and you grind against his fingers, but your body is confused on where to focus when everything feels too good. You pull, pinch, twist your nipples, searching for more stimulation while your orgasm builds and builds.

"Yeah? That feel good," he asks, growling out the words to bite back his groans.

You nod your head, it's the only thing you can do as he fucks you dumb and clouds your mind, inhibiting you from being able to form any coherent words or important thoughts. He fucks you faster, deeper, harder, thrusting inside of you with little control as his mind and body beg him to make you cum. His balls slap against your ass, squelching from the contact from how wet you are for him,

Your climax sits in your lower belly, coiled tight like a spring ready to snap, and your body begins to shake with pleasure as he continues to drill into you. He knows you're so close, he can taste the goosebumps on your skin when he kisses your shoulder, see the shivers racking through your body while you writhe, feel the way your pussy clamps down as if it never wants him to pull back out.

"Cum on my dick baby… I know you can do it," he says, encouraging you while placing his mouth on your neck, sucking the soft skin until purple bruises bloom underneath.

You squirm in his grasp, desperate to feel the pleasure he speaks of, and when your body becomes rigid and your muscles draw taut, you give yourself over to it. Cum gushes from your pussy, leaking out around his length, coating his shaft in rings of white cream. Your body trembles against his, your moans ring out in his ear even while trying to be as quiet as possible, and when you start to twitch from overstimulation he eases up on your clit.

"That's it. You're such a good girl for me."

Simon pounds into you harder, focusing on his own climax now. His hand moves from your leg, letting it hang in the air while he spreads your ass to get a better view of your soaked pussy sucking him in. Groans fall from his lips, grunts fill the air with each thrust of his hips, and the sight of you taking his impossibly large dick has him cumming instantly.

"F-fuck, goddamit… feels so good," he says, thrusting a few more times before burying himself to the hilt and releasing his seed deep inside of you.

A guttural groan rips from his throat, far too loud, but neither of you care. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, spurting out with every pulse of his length, hitting your cervix and leaking out when there isn't room for anymore. Your pussy flutters around him, milking him of every last drop of it until there is nothing left and his cock stills inside of you. It creates a mess between your thighs, one that he will happily clean up.

His body slumps against the mattress, his chest rising and falling rapidly while he tries to catch his breath, and you pull his cock out just to flip over and face him instead. Simon pulls you closer, basking in the scent of you, in the warmth your body gives off. His eyes roam your face, taking note of your afterglow, of your half-lidded eyes and tear-streaked cheeks, of your swollen lips and drool stains.

He kisses you hard, but slow, savoring the taste of you, his fingers gripping your skin as if he can't seem to get you close enough. You place your hands on his chest and push him flat against the mattress before straddling his hips. His hands find your ass, kneading the plush fat, softly grinding you against his semi-hard length before you playfully slap him.

"No more… and you better pretend to still be asleep when I bring the kids in here with breakfast," you say, scolding him for distracting you from the Father's Day activities you have planned.

"Yes ma'am," he replies, laughing softly, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck to pull you back in for one more kiss before letting you leave. "Do I get dessert after?"

His hand falls between your legs, slipping two fingers into your pussy, curling them until he hits your sweet spot and your back arches ever so slightly before pulling them back out again. He brings them to your mouth, rubbing cum against your lips, silently asking you to open for him and when you do, you clean them off while nodding your head yes and gazing down at him. He groans, and sets you down on the floor, trying to hide his hard, aching cock with the sheets and telling himself to let you go before he fucks you in bed all day.

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Your breath catches in your throat from his words, desire builds in you until you know your pussy is soaking, until a heat begins to pool in your lower belly that only he can soothe. You spread your legs wider, gripping the edge of the counter with both of your hands, arching your back into him when you hear the rustle of his boxers being pushed down.

His hand pushes up your shirt as his fingers kiss your spine deliciously, pressing down to arch your back further, presenting your bare pussy to him and he notches his tip against your entrance. You push back on him, sinking an inch inside of you with ease, and the two of you share a raw moan of pleasure. He pushes in the rest of the way, groaning from the feeling of your warm, wet walls wrapped so tightly around him, and he doesn't stop until his cock is buried against your cervix.

"Goddamit," he says behind clenched teeth, "you're so tight around me."

You squirm your hips, begging for friction, and he places both of his hands on your hips until his fingers dig into the fat of your skin and begins to pound into you. Every thrust knocks the air from your lungs, leaving you gasping for more. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, molding your pussy to him, leaving no space inside of you empty for long as he repeatedly fills you to the brim.

"F-fuck Si," you stutter, lifting your hips with need, meeting his every thrust with one of your own.

His hips roll against your own, finding a rhythm of harmony between the two of you, delivering the same amount of pleasure with each last thrust. He slams against your cervix, and your pussy clamps down on his length. He pulls out until only the tip remains, and your pussy sucks him back in. Angling his hips, he finds your sweet spot with ease, hitting it with precision and leaving your toes curling against the tile of the kitchen floor.

"You feel so good baby," he praises, leaning down until his bare chest is pressed against your back, his hands finding their previous positions on your body.

You cry out when his fingers find your clit, pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves in between his calloused fingers before rolling and rubbing at the same pace of his relentless thrusts. His other hand finds your breasts under the sea of fabric, latching onto your nipple and twisting until it hardens from his touch. His thrusts continue to drive you towards your inevitable orgasm, each one hitting your sweet spot, then your cervix, then pulling out and stretching your entrance wide to accommodate his length.

"S-so close Si," you say breathlessly, your eyes shutting tight while you focus on every touch from him, every sensation.

Your words spur him on as his lips find your neck where he kisses over blooming bruises, his tongue parting his lips for him to lick the salty-sweet sweat of your skin, and you're completely lost in it. Your mouth hangs open ever so slightly as moans pour from you, drool drips from your chin, tears stain your cheeks from the sheer amount of pleasure running through your body.

"I know baby, I know," he whispers, kissing just below your ear, holding you up when your knees grow weak from the tender press of his mouth. "Cum on me lovie, for me."

His words turn to begs, which turn into groans of desire while he continues to fuck into you like he wasn't just fast asleep. With a wider stance, he digs into you, reaching deeper, fucking you faster, thrusting harder, anything to push you over the sweet edge your body so desperately craves. Your nails try to find purchase against the smooth countertops, trying to steady yourself when your legs grow numb and your mind can't focus on anything over then him.

A shiver runs down your spine, your body grows rigid, your muscles draw taut. His finger works your clit effortlessly, drawing your orgasm out of you as if you have no control over it. A broken moan falls from your lips when cum gushes from your entrance, coating his length, leaving behind rings of cream at his base. Your pussy clenches rhythmically around his length, pulsing with lingering pleasure, and Simon can't help but drop his gaze to where the two of you are connected.

"So beautiful," he says, more to himself than anything else. "That feel good?"

You nod your head frantically, dropping your forehead to the counter, the frigid stone cooling your body temperature. His hand runs down your spine again after he eases up on your clit when your body begins to jerk from overstimulation, and your back arches the more he thrusts into you. His grunts and groans turn rawer, the need for his own release building, and he turns his focus to that.

"Gonna fill you up, huh baby? That sound good?"

He knows the answer to it, which is why he wastes no time in drilling into you. Hips rolling against yours, fingers digging into any skin on your body they can find, his sounds of pleasuring ringing out in the small space around you two of you, and his release is crashing through him.

"F-fuck, oh fuck," he curses, his length twitching deep inside of you as he continues to rub against your raw walls with need.

With a few more thrusts and a guttural groan, long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, leaking out from his tip with every pulse of his orgasm, coating your walls in everything he has to give. His body stills, only the slightest thrusts and movements to draw his climax out for as long as possible remain, and your pant against the counter trying to catch your breath when his body collapses against yours.

He rests his forehead against your lower back, kissing the skin oh-so softly while he pulls out of you, hissing from the stimulation of his tip sliding through your tight entrance. Your legs shake, your arms feel weak, your body is beyond tired from what he just did to you. He drops down to his knees behind you to clean up the mess left in between your legs before lifting your panties back up and slapping your ass.

Simon leaves a kiss on the raw skin while standing up and turning you around to throw you over his shoulder. He stomps back to the bedroom, throwing you onto the mattress, and slides in right beside you. Pulling the sheets over the two of you, he wraps his arms around your body, making sure you're tightly secure before he begins to growl about how you are stealing his precious sleep from him.

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Once Simon feels as though you are ready, he notches his tip at your entrance, and your eyes begin to water just from the slight burn. He rests his elbows on either side of your head, digging into the mattress where his arms cage your head in, and he places a feather light kiss to your soft, swollen lips.

He pushes in slowly, and when you cry out, he kisses you harder, swallowing the sounds of pain that have yet to turn into pleasure as if he can’t bear to hear you like this. Pulling away, he stills inside you with only the tip in, rocking ever so slightly without pushing anymore in. Your walls stretch around him, tightly wrapped around his length, slick coating him to make it easier.

“It’s okay. You’re okay… you’re doing so good,” he praises, waiting for your body to adjust, for you to tell him you’re ready for more.

When you nod your head, he pushes in some more, but your body is so tense he can barely sink another inch into you. His thumb quickly finds your clit, and he rubs slow, tight circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves to ease your body into relaxation. You moan louder for him, your body giving in to the pleasure racing through every last inch of you, and your walls relax around him, allowing him to sink the rest of the way in.

Tears well up in your eyes when he stops, fully buried inside of you with his tip leaking precum against your cervix, and he kisses you with the utmost passion. He takes away the pain of your first time, rocking into you slowly, barely pulling out before pushing in again. Your walls mold to him, the burn and stretch from his impossibly large length turning into the most blissful feeling the longer he works your muscles.

"So good for me… you feel so good for me," he praises, resting his forehead against yours, letting your warm breath mingle with his from the proximity.

He pulls out further now, the delicious feeling of his length inside of you consuming everything you know. He takes you slowly, the veins and ridges of his cock sliding through your walls, filling you up to the brim, leaving no space inside of you empty for long.

You moan out from the sensations running through you. Your nipples drag against his chest, your cheeks are wet from tears due to the previous pain, your mouth hangs open from the overwhelming feeling of being so close to the man you love. You whimper and whine, you cry and beg for more, for so much more.

"Goddamit- you're so tight lovie," he curses, your walls wrapped so tightly around him, and he tries his hardest to hold back his release from happening too early.

Arching your back from the mattress, your chest presses against his, and the warmth of his skin floods your body. Your hips meet his every thrust, your body begs for more without you having to say a word, and he meets you there in every way. His fingers find your clit, and he rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves with tight, quick circles. His pace picks up as he begins to pound into you, pulling out until only the tip remains before sinking back in and knocking against your cervix.

It isn't until he slides a pillow under your hips that you truly feel the pleasure he can give you. He thrusts in hard, hitting your sweet spot with precision, and stars burst in your eyes when your lids shut tight.

"F-fuck Si," you cry out, your hands curling around his biceps where your nails dig into his rough skin and you listen to him grunt out from the pleasurable pain of you.

He keeps hitting that same spot, over and over again, devouring the way your body writhes beneath him, knowing he is the first person to ever make you feel this way. Heat pools in your lower belly, unfamiliar and scary, and as it sits there like a coiled spring ready to snap at any given moment, you try to warn him.

"Simon… p-please it feels weird," you whisper, pulling his body closer to yours, unable to control the feeling building inside of you as he continues to please your body.

His thrusts slow, his fingers on your clit matching the same pace, and he moves his mouth to suck in a nipple. It peaks between his teeth, and he sucks, bites, licks against the sensitive bud until you're writhing again despite the slow pace. He builds up your orgasm, knowing what it is even if you don't, and he reassures you the best way he can.

"Just let it happen lovie," he says, slowly picking up his pace again, angling his hips to hit that sweet spot buried so deep inside of you.

The feeling builds again, undeniable and intense, and before you can protest, his lips find yours and he swallows the words right out of your mouth. He thrusts into you fast, deep, hard, anything to push you over the edge that your body so desperately craves. Your walls tighten around him, pulsing and clenching with need, your body becomes rigid and your muscles draw taut.

Cum gushes from your entrance, soaking his length in your pleasure, leaving rings of cream around his base as he continues to fuck you through your peak. You squirm beneath him, the feeling so foreign and addicting, and you give your body to him, knowing he can take care of you in every single way it demands.

"That's it… you did so good for me," he whispers, placing kisses along your jaw, moving down the length of your neck where he finds the spot on your soft, salty skin that makes you weak.

His hips roll against yours, his release inevitable as he chases it, and with a guttural groan and a few more thrusts, he's burying himself to the hilt. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, spurting out with each pulse of his cock, coating your walls in everything he has to give. He pumps himself in and out, slow with unsteady movements and jerky hips, until your pussy drains every last drop of his seed.

Simon collapses on top of you, his body warm and sweaty against your own, and you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist to pull him even closer. He stays inside you until his cock softens and your body grows exhausted, and then he pulls out and cleans up the mess with his tongue, promising you that he will have you squirming on his face as soon as he can catch his breath.

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“What is it baby,” he asks, tilting his head to the side as he moves the tip of his knife to where he can see your heartbeat flutter underneath the thin, sensitive skin.

Your breath hitches in your throat. You are so vulnerable, completely at his mercy, and the thought alone can have you cumming, but he will punish you if you do. He has before by edging you for far too long, bringing you right to the brink but immediately letting it fade away.

Lost in thought of the pleasurable torture he's given you before, you're brought out of it with a slap to your cheek. Your skin stings, but it wasn't hard enough to truly hurt, just enough for your pussy to clench and for more slick to leak out of you.

"Answer. Me."

He knows you can't answer. Your soaked panties are shoved into your mouth, muffling every sound you make, rendering it impossible to give him what he wants. Breathing through your nose, your chest rises and falls rapidly as you struggle against the fabric to say something, anything, but you know it’s no use. Simon doesn't like being ignored, even if it's by his own doing.

He watches you squirm. Your arms burn from the uncomfortable position, your back stretched to the max, and your ankles press against the rope unintentionally where it rubs the skin raw. And yet, the only thing you can think about is him fucking you until you can’t breathe.

"You're not being a very good girl, are you?"

He says nothing more. He slides the knife down from your neck and to your chest where he slices the skin just above your breast. You jerk against the rope from the sting, but looking down, it’s nothing more than a scratch. Simon is feral, truly feral as he watches the blood drip from your skin and onto your nipple.

His lips find the sensitive bud, and his tongue swirls around it. Your hips buck from underneath him, trying to find more friction while he licks, sucks, pulls against your nipple. His tongue stays pressed against your skin while he makes his way up to the cut, and when he sucks, you writhe. He keeps going, licking up your neck, along your jaw, up your chin and to your mouth before he devours you.

You moan against him, tasting the metallic liquid, tasing the salty-sweet of your skin where sweat begins to bead. He bites against your bottom lip, drawing even more blood, and when it floods his mouth, he can’t help but groan. Pulling away, he gazes at his masterpiece: your chest and face covered in blood that’s been diluted with his saliva.

 “So pretty… you’re so pretty for me,” he coos, running his knuckles along your cheekbone, letting his thumb gather spit and blood on your jaw before bringing it up to your lips.

He wipes it against the swollen, soft skin, smearing it across your mouth, letting it soak into your panties sitting between your teeth. You gaze up at him as you struggle to catch your breath, to break free of your restraints, and yet, there is no other place you would rather be than at his mercy.

Simon shifts in between your legs, his knees digging into the mattress underneath you, positioning himself until the head of his cock is nudging against your entrance. He slides through your folds with a few strokes, gathering your slick on his length, rubbing against your clit until your hips buck and his eyes meet yours as they burn with the need to punish you for being greedy.

Without saying a word, his palm strikes your cheek, and he buries himself inside of your pussy at the same time. The sting on your skin mixed with the fullness he offers leaves your body feeling torn between pain and pleasure, unable to choose between the two until your focus catches on his thrusts.

"Beg for me," he growls, thrusting in painfully slowly, moving his hands to your hips where his fingers dig into your skin hard enough to leave bruises.

You shake your head, tears streaming down your cheeks until they wet the panties in your mouth and blood floods your tongue once more. He pounds into you again, one deep, hard thrust, enough to leave you crying out behind the fabric muffling your sounds. His hand snakes around your back, his fingers kissing your spine with a delicious spark until they tangle in your hair, and he yanks hard.

Pain shoots through your scalp from where he holds you without pity, and he keeps you there, waiting for something he won't get. Your neck is shown to him, soft, smooth skin where your pulse beats frantically underneath, and you're in his grasp. His mouth latches on your breast, your nipple peaking within the bite of his teeth, and you writhe from the painful pleasure he delivers.

"You're divine," he says breathlessly, his cock twitching in the deepest parts of you, his lust thickening around you with every last breath of warm air against your skin.

His thrusts resume, slow and steady, filling you up and taking it away all in one fluid movement. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, molding your pussy to him, leaving his imprint there to ruin you for anyone else. Soft cries fall from your lips, barely audible, but it cracks his control, nonetheless.

Pleasure rushes through you when he angles his hips to hit your sweet spot, the precision and pressure something he has learned from your sounds, from your body language, from years of making love to you and having you at his mercy at the same time. Your legs beg to close around his body, your inner things burning against his skin, your chest heaving with need the longer he drags it out.

"So helpless, and yet so demanding," he laughs softly, voice low and rough around the edges, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him as your body begs for more consuming every last fiber of his being.

He growls animalistically, his need and desire to pleasure you outweighing everything else, and when his nails dig into your soft skin, he doesn't hold back. He thrusts hard and fast, punishing your walls, bullying your cervix, abusing your sweet spot, anything to push you over that beautiful edge he has had you sitting on for who knows how long.

You squirm against the ropes, the sharp burn from the material digging into your plush body, into your wrists, into your ankles, into your thighs where your legs meet your hips. His hand tightens in your hair, unable to let go from his grasp as he drills into you. His tip kisses your insides in the best way possible as whimpers and whines beg to be free from behind your panties stuffed in your mouth, and you know it makes him want it even more.

"You're all mine," he repeats over and over as he continues to fuck into you as if he has no respect for a single bone in your body.

He grunts loud, the sound vibrating throughout your body from where his chest has begun to lean against yours, and it drives you closer and closer to your inevitable orgasm. One of his hands finds your clit with ease, rolling the sensitive bundle of nerves against his calloused fingers, and your hips roll against him to find more of that consuming pleasure.

You remain tied beneath him as he drives you to your high, his cock pounding in and out of your poor pussy the more his body begs for your release. His tip leaks precum with every twitch, his length begs to be wrapped up in your walls, his body worships your own in the rawest form.

Heat pools in your lower belly, the need to release feeling unbearable, ready to snap at any given moment like a spring coiled tight. He fucks you rough and quick, not bothering to be careful of your immobilized body, not bothering to give you the chance to moan out for him. All he wants is to watch your body fall under his.

"Cum for me. Cum on my dick like a good girl," he says, his words bordering on begging, and you know he is as close as you are.

You grind against his fingers, letting him work your clit with proficiency, and that mixed with the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of your pussy, his fingers tangled so painfully good in your hair, and the warm air hitting your nipples with each movement has your climax rushing through you.

Your body becomes rigid, your muscles drawing taut, and your nails dig into your palms while he continues to fuck you through it. Cum gushes from your entrance, soaking his length, leaving behind white rings of cream as proof of your pleasure. He groans from the sight, watching your pussy swallow him whole, watching you take every last inch of him with no effort from how wet you are for him.

"That's it. You feel so good… gonna fill you up now baby," he growls, unable to tear his eyes away from where the two of you are connected.

You can feel his cock twitches inside you, the need for him to release right after you, and your pussy clamps and pulses around his length from the remnants of a strong orgasm. The feeling alone is enough to have him cumming.

With a guttural and a few more thrusts, Simon is burying himself to the hilt inside of you and releasing his seed. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, spurting out from his tip with each pulse, coating your walls in everything he has to give. When there's no more room, it leaks out around him. He pulls out slowly, groaning from your raw walls on his sensitive tip, and his fingers cum down to gather up his cum and push it back inside of you. You whimper, and his gaze falls on yours.

"I know baby, I know."

Your body is beyond exhausted, broken past its limits, and although you would do it all over again, there is nothing more you want than to curl up against the same man who gives you the pleasurable pain your body asks for.

He quickly unties the ropes, and your body slumps against the mattress, but he picks you up bridal style and walks you to the bathroom where he begins a warm bath and adds episome salt to soothe your sore muscles. He sets you in, sliding in behind you, and washes away all the bodily fluids from your soft skin before massaging every last muscle you have. After he's done, he puts ointment on your cut and leaves you sitting on the counter while he changes the sheets before bringing you into bed and whispering sweet nothings until your breathing evens and your heartbeat slows.

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Without saying another word, you drop down onto your knees slowly, gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes, and pure lust and love. Your hands go to his belt, and he groans at the mere thought of what you are about to do to him. Quickly undoing the buckle and unbuttoning his pants, you free his cock from his boxers which is already hard and twitching with anticipation.

You lick your lips, ready to taste the musky salt and sweat on his skin, happy to be on your knees for the man who wakes you up on his own. Wrapping your hand around the base of you, you squeeze, earning a low groan that rumbles out from deep within his chest. Your other hand moves to his abdomen where you push up his shirt, and you let your fingers curl against his rough skin.

"You're gonna be the death of me, baby," he whispers, letting his fingers tangle in your hair once more as you lick a stripe along the slit of his tip to taste the precum that is beading there.

Taking him into your mouth, you run your tongue along the ridge of his tip before sinking him even deeper. He hits the back of your throat, and his hand pulls your hair tighter, wanting to make you take it, but he lets you set your own pace for now. Your throat relaxes around him as you breathe through your nose, and you push him even deeper before you begin to suck.

"Shit," he grunts, letting his free hand fall to the entry table beside him to steady himself with his head hanging low and eye shutting tight from the feeling of your warm, wet mouth on his hard cock.

You hollow your cheeks, running your tongue along the underside of his shaft until you get to the tip, where you focus all of your hard work. You swirl around the sensitive head, moaning around him from the taste of his arousal, and the vibrations run through his body and crack his control. Pushing him back into your throat, you repeat the same motion again and again until he can't take it anymore.

His hand pushes against your head, burying his cock down your throat, and he holds you there. He gazes down at you, watching you try to fight the gags, watching your eyes well up with tears before they fall and stain your cheeks. Drool drips from the corners of your mouth, running down your chin and onto your breasts where they peek out from your robe.

"Take it baby. I know you can," he growls, continuing to hold you there with his cock down your throat while you struggle to breathe.

You love it. You love the way he has you at his mercy while you're on your knees for him. He knows you do and all it does is makes him want to see how much you can take. When you tap his leg, he slides out to let you catch your breath, but before you can get too comfortable, he's sliding himself back to your throat again.

He holds the back of your head while he fucks your mouth, thrusting in and out against your tongue, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. He watches as your lips part for him, as your mouth works to take all of him, as your tongue worships his tip, and he loves the sight of you like this.

"Such a good girl letting me fuck your face. Ain't that right," he coos, tilting his head to the side in question, knowing you can't answer with your mouth stuffed to the brim.

You nod your head, agreeing with him as you rub your thighs together to soothe the ache in your core. Heat pools in your lower belly from the excitement of his rough motions and he catches your slight movements, groaning from the thought of how wet your pussy must be for him right now.

"Touch yourself," he says breathlessly, fucking your face harder, thrusting deeper down your throat, groaning even louder with every last swipe of your tongue against his tip.

Your hand falls in between your legs swiftly, and you gather your slick with two fingers before sinking them inside of your aching pussy. You whimper around his length in satisfaction, lifting up and down on your digits repeatedly to match the pace of his thrusts into your mouth. All the sensations are overwhelming you: your nipples rubbing against the silk fabric of your robe, your fingers curling against your walls in search for your sweet spot, and the thumb you bring up to your clit for even more stimulation.

"You look so pretty when you make yourself feel good with my dick in your mouth," he praises, voice low and rough with his inevitable climax peaking inside of him.

Gazing up at him, you watch his abdomen tense, his muscles rippling with pleasure. You look up even more to find his jaw clenched and eyes dazed over with desire. The sight of him drives you insane. He is dirty from hours of hard work, exhausted from countless days filled with overtime, and yet he comes home ready to take the rambunctious son of his off your hands which is exactly why you're on your knees right now.

His cock twitches in your mouth, his movements grow unsteady and frantic, his pace becomes faster the closer his orgasm gets, and you can't help but fuck yourself harder in anticipation of releasing with him. The sound of spit filled sucking with groans and muffled whimpers ring out around the room, the two of you lost in the feeling of each other while able to let go of everything else.

"F-fuck. Gonna fill that pretty mouth, baby," he growls out, pushing off the table to place his other hand on the back of your head, using it as leverage to fuck your face even harder.

With a few more thrusts he pushes himself down your throat, cutting off your airway, and letting a guttural groan rip from his throat as he releases his seed. Long, thick ropes of cum flood your mouth, dripping down your throat as you work harder to swallow every lost drop of him, making sure nothing goes to waste. The salty taste of him consumes you, the sounds of his pleasure sounding like music to your ears as the thought of him fucking your mouth until he feels good pushing you over the edge at the same time.

You sink down on your fingers, curling hard against your sweet spot, and swirling your thumb against your clit until your body becomes rigid and your muscles draw taut. You shake with your orgasm, feelings of ecstasy running through you, and cum gushes from your pussy while soaking your fingers. You moan around his length, pulling out every last drop of him until he runs dry all while he watches you come undone on your knees for him.

You slump down onto the floor when Toji pulls his cock out of your mouth, and you do your best to steady your heartbeat and catch your breath. His hand cups your jaw, bringing your gaze back up to him. He wipes a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb as he caresses your face, his calloused fingers digging into your soft skin where he holds you, and his gaze is filled with love and passion.

He lets go before bending down and sliding his arm under your thighs and around your back, hauling you up and placing a soft kiss to your forehead all at once. He stands there for a second, admiring you, admiring the mess on your face, admiring how beautiful you look so undone, admiring how you never fail to show up for him in every single way despite how tiring life can be.

"Gonna get us cleaned up… then get you dirty in the sheets again, yeah?"

You nod your head, unable to form words even if you try, so you decide to wrap your arms around his neck and snuggle into his chest. He laughs softly, pulling you closer to his body, his warmth seeping into your skin and filling you with a soft, gentle love. You can fall asleep, right here, right now, but the promises he has for later that you keep thinking about as he walks to the bathroom are too exciting to miss out on.

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Two fingers rest against your clit, massaging it, rubbing slow, tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves. He pushes your t-shirt up, admiring your breasts, watching the way your chest rises and falls with your sleepy breathing. Pinching, pulling, rolling your nipple between his fingers, your body begins to squirm, and whimpers begin to fall but you’re still fast asleep.

His aching cock rests against your ass, and he spreads your cheeks, gazing at your wet folds before sticking a finger in just to make sure. He curls his digit ever so slightly, loving the way your hips press back into him for more, loving the way your body responds to him despite not being aware of what he’s doing.

He pulls it out, his calloused finger glistening in the dim lighting of the room and sucks the slick off of him. The taste of you floods his mouth, musky and sweet, something he can never get tired of. If you were in a different position, he would’ve eaten you out until you begged him to fuck you, but this will do just fine.

Notching his head at your entrance, he leans down to take a nipple in his mouth, and while he sucks, he pushes himself inside of you. Deeper and deeper until he is nestled against your cervix and your body begins to wake up.

“Si…,” you ask groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, unable to deny the sensations running through you from your husbands’ cock in your pussy.

“It’s okay baby. ‘s just me,” he replies, popping his mouth off your nipple, moving his lips to yours instead.

He kisses you soft and slow, his cock pumping in and out of you at the same pace, his hips rolling against your ass with a soft slap and squelch from how wet you are. You moan into his mouth, and he swallows it greedily while one hand latches on to the hair at his nape, and the other curls against the soft sheets.

The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up to the brim, leaving no room inside of you empty for long. Precum leaks out against your cervix and you clamp down on him, he pulls out until only the tip is inside and your pussy begs him for more. He rests his forehead against you, his warm, heavy breath hitting your skin and sending shivers down your spine while he fucks you.

“Feels so g-good,” you moan, arching your ass into him, doing your best to meet him for every single thrust he gives you.

“I know baby, I know,” he groans, his lips brushing against yours, the feeling of you so close is consuming him whole.

His hand moves between your legs again and they fall open for him this time. He gathers your slick before rubbing your clit, those same tight circles gliding against the sensitive bundle of nerves faster now as his pace picks up. His other hand holds himself up, his palm digging into the mattress where he fists the fabric, steadying himself when the feeling of your walls wrapped so tightly around him is almost unbearable.

Simon thrusts into you faster, harder, deeper, anything to feel your pussy clamp down on him as a silent beg for more. Your body writhes beneath him, your eyes shut tight with your mouth hanging open ever so slightly while moans and whimpers fall from your pretty, soft lips. Your hand moves from his nape and grabs your breast instead where you pull and pinch your own nipple in search of more stimulation.

His gaze falls to your small hand, touching yourself just the way you want, pleasuring your body at the same time as him, and he has to do everything in his power not to cum inside you just from that. Instead, he fucks you harder, hitting deeper, hitting spots only he can.

“F-fuck, Si,” you cry out when he angles his hips perfectly to hit your sweet spot.

Stars burst behind your eye lids, the feeling of pleasure coursing through your body, the feeling of your orgasm coiling tight in your lower belly as if it is ready to snap at any given time. You rock back against him, letting him reach even deeper inside of you, drunk on the feeling of his fat cock bullying your pussy.

“Yeah? That feel good,” he asks, doing it again, and again, and again until you can’t even form a single coherent thought.

All of it overwhelms you in the best way possible. His fingers working your puffy, swollen clit that begs for the attention he always gives it. Your hardened, aching nipples that you pull, and pinch, and twist to relieve the need to be touched there. His cock slamming into your cervix, hitting your sweet spot, rubbing your walls raw until you can’t hold back anymore.

“I’m c-cumming! O-oh Si,” you whimper, throwing your head back against the pillow, giving yourself to him in the most vulnerable way possible.

“Cum on my dick,” he growls out, pounding you harder, begging to feel you unravel all because of him.

The sound of skin slapping, moans, groans, and whimpers fill the room. The headboard slams against the wall, the bed creaks under the harsh movements and heavy weight. The two of you are consumed by each other, drowning in the feeling of pleasure and desire, both itching to feel the other.

“C’mon baby. Give it to me.”

You nod your head frantically, unable to say anything even if you try. Your body becomes rigid, your muscles drawing taut, and your orgasm rocks through you. Cum gushes from your pussy, leaking out around his length, leaving a white cream around the base of him. You cry out, your hand looking for purchase on anything, and when you land on his lower abdomen, your nails dig into his skin.

He grunts from the pleasurable pain of you, fucking into you deeper, watching you cum on him before he allows himself the same release. His fingers ease up on your clit when your body begins to twitch, when you keep repeating that you can’t take it anymore, but his cock still drives into your sensitive pussy over and over again.

“Gonna cum so deep in you,” he says, voice low and rough around the edges, laced with raw desire and the utmost passion.

He moves his hand from in between your thighs and uses it to spread your cheeks to watch the way your soaking pussy swallows him whole. The sight alone can have him cumming but when he looks up at you, he knows he’s done for.

Your eyes are on him, half-lidded and dazed while tears stain your cheeks. Your mouth is hanging open, lingering whimpers falling out, your lips swollen and pigmented from his harsh kisses. Drool drips from your chin, running down your neck and pooling in the dip of your chest where your breasts bounce with each hard thrust.

“F-fuck, you feel so g-good,” he stutters, his hips doing the same, his pace becoming frantic and unsteady.

With a few more thrusts he’s burying himself to the hilt and spilling his seed inside of you. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, spurting out from his tip against your cervix with every pulse of his cock, coating your walls in his release, leaking out with nothing else will fit. His cock slides in and out ever so slowly, letting every last drop fall inside of your greedy pussy, making sure to push it deeper inside of you.

Simon collapses on the bed beside you, even more exhausted and battered than before, but now feeling blissful after being with his wife. You roll over, sluggish and tired, just to place your body on top of his. His arms wrap around you, pulling you in, caging you against his sweaty skin and beefy body. He places a soft kiss to your forehead when you get comfortable on his chest, and he does it again, and again until he can hear your breathing even out and those soft sounds you make that you swear aren’t snores.

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