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dad!price who rocks her to sleep every night. he lets you get showered up or has you munch on something. he sings those tunes he sang the baby when she was in your tummy. she falls asleep quickly.

dad!price who notices when you're tired. the baby won't stop crying and he can see the overstimulation in your face. he takes the girl and sits on the rocking chair in her nursery.

dad!price who kisses her forehead any chance he gets. he kisses her over and over just to make sure shes real. her skin feels soft on his lips and he cant believe hes this lucky.

dad!price who is in charge of changing diapers. he volunteered when he saw you having a hard time once. he started laughing at you as you tried to not gag.

dad!price who goes the the baby aisle every shopping trip he takes. he always bring something back. a new pair of socks, or new toy, or even a new blanket. she had 10 of them already.

dad!price who looks so endearing holding the tiny bundle in his arms. she looked even tinier when she was with him. he was unbelievably gentle with her. his hand holding her head while he admired her.

dad!price who caresses your body when you get out of the shower. he was holding his girl in one arm and tracing your body with his other. you looked so perfect. you still had your little bump and the stretch marks were still there. he never felt more in love than he does in that moment.

dad!price who notices you check your body in the mirror. it was a big change, growing and having a baby. your body wasnt the same and he could tell it was eating at you.

dad!price who puts the baby down for a nap and then picks you up off the couch and lays you on the bed. he hovers over you and stares at you. he presses a kiss on your forehead and trails down to your shoulder. "beautiful," he whispers on your skin.

dad!price who cooks every night. he cooks washes dishes cleans the counters. you offer to help but he says youre already doing enough by eating his food.

dad!price who rocks the baby to sleep after a particularly hard day. she was fussy all day today and almost had you in tears. he took her away immediately and helped her calm down as you took a break.

dad!price he pulls you in closer and kisses your cheek before nuzzling into youre neck. "doin' so well, ma. best mom i know. 'm so proud of you." he whispers on your skin, trailing kisses up to your lips. he kisses you passionately and hold you for the rest of the night.

dad!pirice who admires when you take care of the baby. he cant believe he has two beautiful girls in his life. it feels like a dream.

okay this isnt proofread or anything. its been in my drafts since october and i just wanna post it please ignore any mistakes

husband!price who hugs you from behind as you brush your teeth in the morning. his chin finds your shoulder and his lips find your neck. he litters kisses all over your skin.

husband!price who complains about his beard. he loves it but sometimes he likes to get on your bad side. you literally hide all the scissors and razors around the house.

husband!price who most likely has a ring tan on his finger. he never takes his ring off. ever. if you ever find him taking it off, call the mental facilities immediately.

husband!price who looks at you like it's his first time seeing you. you still remember the first time he saw you. he was passing by a cafe and saw you in the window. he stopped there and stared at you. a bit creepy but it led to the best thing in your life.

husband!price who learned how to do origami so he could write love notes and fold them into cute swans or hearts. he'd hide them around the house like an easter egg hunt. you even accidentally burnt one in the toaster. swears he didn't put it there.

husband!price who dances with you in the living room when it rains. no music, just the pitter patter of the rain and swaying bodies. says he's trying to be romantic as if he's not already.

husband!price who helps you bathe on days you feel tired. he washes your body with such softness, you almost fall asleep.

husband!price who takes care of you on those certain hard days. the ones where you have no motivation to get up. he brushes your hair, brushes your teeth, washes your face, then changes you. he feeds you and gives you plenty of kisses, whispering how proud he is of you.

husband!price who kisses you passionately before going to bed. every night he'll grab your jaw and kiss you till your breathless. its an intimate and slow kiss but it makes night feel better.

husband!price who learns what if feels like to be whole. he was broken but now with you, he feels full. hes full of love, full of life. is grateful for you because you taught him how to live.

got a little carried away, whoops!

Afterward, you handed him a towel and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Go sit down. I’ll get dinner started.”

He tried to protest, but you gave him that look—the one that always made him listen. So he went, barefoot and clean, leaving the scent of soap and pine in his wake.

You cooked in silence, the sizzle of oil and the slow rhythm of your movements grounding the space. Stuffed salmon, potatoes, zucchini and squash, and baked mac and cheese—something real, something heavy enough to fill him. You liked feeding him. Liked watching him eat, liked knowing you were taking care of him in all the ways that mattered.

He came up behind you as you plated the food, pressed a kiss to the back of your neck and murmured, “Smells like you missed me.”

You smiled without turning. “hmm, maybe a little.”

The two of you ate at the small table by the window, still warm from the sun. He loaded his plate twice, eating slow, like he was tasting everything you’d touched. Every now and then, he’d look over at you, eyes heavy with something that made your thighs press together under the table.

He didn’t rush. Neither did you. But the tension sat thick in the air, like a second heat.

When dinner was done, you stood to gather the plates, but he caught your wrist.

“Leave it,” he said, voice low. “Come here.”

You didn’t ask. Just let him pull you into his lap, arms looping around his neck as his mouth found yours—slow, then deeper. His hands slipped to your waist, his body already warm and solid beneath you.

You kissed him back, slow at first, until his hands tightened on your waist. Clothes slipped off somewhere between your mouths colliding and your gasp melting into his teeth. He backed you into the bedroom like a man starved, but still trying to savor. Like he wanted to remember every step, every sigh you gave him.

You sat on the edge of the bed, legs parted, breath catching as he knelt in front of you. Big hands framed your thighs, fingers sinking into soft skin like he was anchoring himself there. He looked up at you—not rushed, not greedy. Just full of something thick and aching in his chest.

“Look at you,” he said, voice hoarse. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

You flinched a little, like the words were too much, too close—but he didn’t stop. His hands slid up, slow, reverent, over the swell of your hips and the curve of your belly. “All this softness. All this woman. You don’t even know what you do to me.”

You tried to look away, tried to swallow the blush that rose hot and fast, but he caught your chin in one hand and made you look at him.

“I need you to hear me,” he said, low and thick. “Ain’t never seen anything that made me feel like this. You don’t gotta tuck it in or hide from me. I want all of you.”

He leaned in, mouth dragging open and hungry down your chest, worship in every press of his lips. You whimpered his name—barely a sound—but it lit a fuse in him. He kissed his way over your skin like he could learn you from the outside in, kissed until you were trembling beneath his hands and arching into his mouth.

By the time he pulled you up and laid you back, your breath was ragged, your eyes glassy with want. He moved over you slow, letting you feel every inch of his weight, grounding you, wrapping around you like a promise.

Your bodies met like a prayer—deep, slow, devastating. His hand slid under your thigh, hitching you higher, and he buried himself in you with a groan that cracked something open between you. Not just lust—something tender and terrifying, something sacred.

“You feel like home,” he whispered into your neck, moving inside you like he was losing himself. “Like you were made for me.”

And when you clenched around him, eyes fluttering, mouth parted in a soft moan, he kissed you again—deep and raw—like he could breathe you in and never need air again.

He gripped the backs of your thighs and pressed your knees up, spreading you wide beneath him. Your breath hitched, your body opening up for him—but you were already trembling, full and stretched and breathless. His hips rolled slow, but deep, dragging thick groans from both of you.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, voice breaking as he watched himself disappear into you. “You always take me so good.”

You whimpered, clutching at his arms—his back, his shoulders, anything to anchor yourself. He was thick, big enough that every inch made you feel split open, claimed. But he was slow with it. Patient. Letting you feel all of him. Letting you need it.

“You feel that, baby?” he grunted, thrusting in a little harder, making you cry out. “Ain’t nobody ever gonna stretch you like I do.”

Your eyes rolled back. “You’re so—so deep—”

“I know,” he rasped, leaning down to kiss you—wet and messy, groaning into your mouth. “You’re made for it. All this soft little body, made for me to fill up.”

His hand smoothed down the curve of your belly, fingers splaying wide. He pressed there, just above where he was buried in you, and you gasped, eyes flying wide.

“You feel that, don’t you?” he said, nearly losing his mind. “You’re mine, baby. I’m so deep inside you I can feel you tryin’ to hold me in.”

You clenched hard around him, moaning into his neck, and he started moving faster—still controlled, still deliberate, but with the kind of force that made the bed creak and your thighs shake around his hips. You were soaked, clutching him tight, overwhelmed and babbling his name like it was the only thing you knew.

“That’s it,” he growled, fucking you deep, hips grinding to the hilt. “You take me so good. Every inch. Every time.”

You were close—he could feel it in the way your body fluttered around him, the way you arched and begged with your hands and hips and breath.

“Let go, baby,” he said, forehead pressed to yours. “Wanna feel you when I cum inside.”

That did it—you broke under him, crying out as your body clenched and fluttered, your thighs shaking, your nails digging into his back. He groaned loud, buried deep, and spilled inside you in thick, pulsing waves, holding you still so you could feel it all. Every drop. Every throb.

You stayed like that—locked together, panting, trembling—until the world came back in slow, quiet pieces. His weight heavy and comforting, his breath warm against your cheek.

“You okay?” he murmured, brushing sweat-soaked hair from your forehead.

You nodded, dazed and soft. “I don’t ever wanna move.”

He laughed against your skin, still inside you, still holding you close. “Then don’t. You’re stayin’ right here. Full of me, just like I like you.”

Dividers by @mikeykuns

Your heart jumped, lips tugging into a smile as you swung a leg over his waist. You straddled him, lifting your nightgown up over your thighs. Before you reached for him, you tugged your bonnet back into place, adjusting it carefully, ignoring the way he huffed a laugh at the sight.

“Gotta look right,” you mumbled, more to yourself, before pulling his dick free of his briefs. He was heavy and warm in your hand, already thickening just from your touch.

Settling over him, you guided the head against your slick folds, gasping when it nudged against your entrance. He gripped your hips, eyes barely parted, watching the way you teased yourself on him.

“Go on then,” he rasped, voice low and edged with sleep. “Take what you wanted so bad you had to wake me up for it.”

You sank down slow, the stretch making your eyes flutter. His dick filled you inch by inch, and your lips parted, breath shaky.

“Mmm…” you moaned, hands braced against his chest as you bottomed out, the weight of him deep inside.

Your thighs trembled as you eased yourself into a steady rhythm, rocking against him, savoring the deep stretch of his dick filling you to the hilt. Each slow roll of your hips made you moan softly, little broken sounds that slipped into the quiet of the room. You were wet enough that every motion drew out a slick, lewd sound, your arousal dripping down to dampen his briefs bunched low around his hips.

He kept his eyes closed at first, head sunk into the pillow, his hand still heavy on your hip. Every so often, he let out a low grunt or a quiet moan, the kind of sound that rumbled from his chest and made you clench tighter around him.

You rode him like that for a while—slow, sensual, almost lazy. But the ache in your belly only grew sharper, needier. You leaned forward and pressed one palm to his stomach, sliding it under his t-shirt. Your nails scraped over his skin, dragging lines across his abs as you bounced harder, faster.

His breath caught, and his eyes cracked open. Hooded, half-dreaming, but watching you now—your nightgown bunched high, bonnet crooked, your lips parted around breathy moans, the slick sound of your cunt taking him raw filling the room. His lips parted too, a faint grunt pushing past them as he shifted his grip, squeezing your hip tighter.

“Fuck…” he muttered, voice rough, gravelly with sleep. “You’re lucky I love the way you feel.”

That only spurred you on—you fucked yourself down on him harder, wetter now, your moans rising into whines. The drag of him inside was unbearable, thick and perfect, hitting so deep your stomach clenched.

“Mghn—ahh” you gasped, nails digging into him as your hips snapped down, creamy arousal coating his dick with every grind. “You feel so fucking good—”

His gaze dragged over you slowly, hungry even through the haze of sleep. He groaned again, hips lifting just enough to meet your movements, driving deeper, making your breath hitch.

You rode him faster, tits bouncing with each movement, sweat pearling on your skin, voice catching as you gave him everything—your whimpers, your nails, the sight of your body working his cock like you were made for it.

His eyes stayed on you, hooded and dark, lips parted around another low moan.

“Messy little thing,” he rasped, voice thick with sleep but edged. “Getting wetter the longer you use me. Gonna make yourself cum on this dick, ma?”

Your hips faltered for a moment, thighs burning from the effort, and you let out a shaky little moan. He felt it immediately—the drag of your rhythm slowing, your body trying to take mercy on itself.

“Uh-uhn,” he murmurs, eyes still half-lidded but sharp enough. “Keep going.”

“Mhm,” you whimpered, nodding fast, biting down on your lip as you tried to grind faster, harder, the stretch almost too much but addictive all the same.

He watched the struggle, the way your mouth parted, the way your brows furrowed and eyes watered just a little as your body worked him. A dark smirk curled at his mouth.

“Shameless.” he muttered, voice edged with heat. “Waking me up at three in the damn morning just to sit on this dick. You’re so fucking nasty, you know that?”

A flush burned through your chest at his words, your thighs quivering. His hand released your waist and he slapped your ass, his filthy way of trying to spur you on. You wined at the sharp stinging sensation.

He groaned low, thrusting his hips up into you once, hard enough to make you yelp. “Faster. I didn’t tell you to slow down.”

You rocked slow, already sensitive. “I—fuck—you shouldn't talk—ah—you’re making me do all the work,” you gasped, nails clawing at his chest.

That got him. He sighed like you’d tried his patience, then suddenly his big arm was wrapping tight around your waist, hauling you down flush to him. His other hand came up, rough and certain, wrapping around your jaw and squeezing until your lips jutted in a pout.

Your eyes went wide, lips parted around a soft, broken sound.

“Watch your mouth,” he scolded, his hips snapping up into you, hard and fast, making your whole body jolt with each deep thrust. “You’re the one who woke me up begging for dick. You should be grateful I even let you ride me, slut.”

Fresh tears pricked at your lashes, your breath coming in high-pitched moans as his dick slammed into you, raw and deep, stretching you in a way that bordered on too much.

“Mmghn—oh god—” you gasped, voice breaking as your nails dug harder into his chest, leaving deep cresent marks as your mind slipped sideways with the force of his thrusts.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he grunts against your mouth, eyes locked, lips curled. “Cry for it. Take what you asked for.”

You keen, wet and whimpering, eyes glassy as you felt him battering deep inside, his grip on your jaw forcing your gaze to stay locked with his. Your thighs shook, your walls fluttering around him, every stroke drawing you closer even as his voice scolded, edged with possession.

“Ungrateful little brat,” he gritted, jaw tight as he kept fucking into you. “So mouthy, but you always listen when it counts, don’t you? You love me putting you in your place.”

You nodded frantically, lips trembling under the pressure of his hand, every thrust pulling a needy moan from your throat, your whole body screaming yes even as tears spilled from the corners of your eyes.

His thrusts never lost rhythm—deep, rough, unforgiving—forcing your body to take him over and over.

“Don’t pout at me,” he teases, voice low and edged, his breath hot against your face. “You wanted this. You woke me up begging, and now you’re gonna take it the way I give it.”

His hips snapped harder, making you yelp. He swallowed the sound with a deep groan, lips parted, eyes blown. Your walls clutching him with desperate pulses.

You pant, clinging to him, your body burning, splitting, drowning in him.

“Please—ah—!” your voice cracked, high and broken, “please—”

“Mm, I love hearing that,” he rasped, pushing deeper until your walls spasmed around him, soaked and messy. “My sweet girl, dripping all over me, crying for it. Look at you. So fucking needy.”

Your eyes rolled back when he hit that spot again and again, and you could feel your body trembling on the edge, teetering. But just when you thought he’d let you break, he released his grip on your jaw and waist, leaving you suddenly free, trembling and desperate.

“Go on,” he said, leaning back into the pillows, sweat glistening at his temple, lips curling as he watched you. “Ride it. Show me how bad you need it.”

Your thighs burned as you shifted, lifting yourself just enough to start bouncing again, his cock dragging deliciously through your slick walls. Your head tipped back, moans spilling out, wetter and louder than before.

He groaned low in his chest, one big hand sliding down between your thighs, thumb circling your clit. You gasped, body jolting, hips stuttering as the pleasure doubled.

“Ohhh—fuck, I—” you whimper, bouncing faster now, the mix of his dick stirring your insides and his thumb working your swollen clit making you gush wetter, dripping down his shaft.

“Messy little problem,” he grunted, watching his dick disappear into you, creamy and soaked. “So nasty and perfect. Can’t even wait ‘til morning—had to wake me up dripping for it.”

Your moans broke higher, tears streaking your cheeks as you rode him harder, his thumb rubbing fast and dirty over your clit. He groaned with every bounce, his eyes fixed on you, dark, lips parted, savoring the sight of you falling apart but not giving you permission yet.

“Keep going, ma,” he ordered, voice a low drawl. “Show me you’re grateful. Show me how much you need this dick.”

Your thighs shook, your body begging to give in, but he only pressed harder at your clit, drawing it out, dragging your need to the very edge without letting you tumble over.

Your thighs were trembling, muscles screaming, but you didn’t dare stop. His dick kept splitting you open, sliding in deep and raw.

“God—oh, baby—” your voice pitched, cracked and broken, breathless from the pace. Your lashes fluttered, lips parted and glistening with spit as your head tipped back.

“That’s it,” he rasped, voice low and rough, every word vibrating against your chest where you leaned into him. His hand at your waist held you steady while his other worked between your thighs. “Look at you. Falling apart on my dick. So fucking wet for me.”

More tears streaked hot down your cheeks as the pressure built unbearable. “F–fuck, I can’t—” you sobbed, bouncing harder, messy and uncoordinated now, your wetness gushing down his shaft.

“Yes you can,” he snapped, eyes locked on you, sweat beading at his brow. Breath ragged, but his stare never wavered. “You’re gonna cum for me, sweetheart. Right here, right now. Cream all over this dick—come on. Be good for me.”

His thumb pressed harder, circling tight, and that was it. Your whole body seized as your orgasm tore through you, violent and raw. You screamed his name, thighs shaking uncontrollably, your pussy squeezing around him in desperate pulses, soaking him as you collapsed forward.

“That’s it,” he groaned, gritting his teeth as he fucked you through it, keeping you bouncing, milking him while you shattered. His eyes burned into yours when you lifted your head, dazed and wet-faced, your lips trembling. “Mghn—so pretty. Look at you.”

Your body shook, tears blurring your vision, but you held his gaze. Even while your orgasm ripped through you, you saw him watching—hungry, proud, undone by how desperate you were for him.

He hissed, groaned deep, He pulled out fast, stroking himself rough until he spilled hot and messy over your stomach, streaking your skin, painting across the underside of your tits.

“Goddamn, baby” he panted, voice frayed, chest heaving as his release dripped down your belly.

You were still shaking, your thighs weak, lips glossy and parted, chest heaving. You smeared some of his mess across your belly with shaky fingers, half-worn, half-proud, and he only smirked, pulling you down into his arms, sweat-slick and sticky between you both.

His mouth pressed to your temple, giving a sweet peck before he whispered into your hair, "Got it out your system?"

❤︎𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓫𝔂 𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 ❤︎

White lace bow divider by @dollywons

Mdni/Support text by me

As he sat in the car for a moment to compose himself, he sent you a single text message, "clothes off and in bed, big bear needs his stress relief." And he knew that you'd be nude and ready for him.

Like a good wife.

He opened the door to your shared home and barked out, "Honey, I'm home." And he could hear a bit of movement upstairs. With his boots off, he encroached up the stairs. His steps were heavy and forceful like a lumbering bear.

And when he opened the bedroom door full, he saw you. Oh his sweet little wife. Soft eyes, softer lips, with curves that Price wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into. A single glance at you had his cock throbbing in his work pants.

  "There's my angel." He said, "There's my baby girl." He pulled at the military issued belt, "Ready for me?"

You nodded and shifted a little on the bed to give your husband more of a view of your naked body. You looked divine, perfect beyond words. As you admired him while he undressed, he could feel the ache in his cock for you.

Patient, loyal - like a good wife. God a body of a goddess and a mind to hold down the fort while Price fought wars. And he'd always come home to you. Bury himself in your slick cunt and remind you that you were a good wife.

He was quicker to undress himself, you were already nude. The only thing on your body was your wedding ring. How sweet. Happy you'd never take it off, unless it was do to the dishes or make him a proper Sunday dinner. The thought excited him, none of his boys had a wife like him.

He licked his lips and crawled into bed with you, "Been thinkin'."

"Never a good sign." You replied as you cradled his face in your hands, "A man like you shouldn't think too much." Your expression changed, eyes went wide as he pinned you down on the bed by your shoulders and his hard cock brushed up against your thigh.

  "No need for the commentary, sweetheart." He leaned further in against you, "Need that soaked, pretty pussy right now." Then man-handled you till you were on your stomach with your hips raised to meet his aching cock, "Thinkin' about ruining you again. Carving a space for only my cock in your pussy. No other man will fit right when I'm done with you."

You let out a small noise, the words were like a small rush to your head as you felt the heavy presence of your husband behind you. Your stomach in knots, you were happy to help him in days of stress. It benefited you too, you loved how he took you on days like this.

There was much more of a power to his movements when he was hungry that way. When he needed you like this - soft and submissive. You were the head of the house as much as he was, but when he came home littered in stress. You gave up total control and let your tired husband rut into your pussy. Letting filth spill from his lips as his cock throbbed inside of you.

It was a fair trade off and made his morale better. Fuck away the stress.

  "Was it a hard day, pumpkin?" you asked sweetly as if your face wasn't pushed into the covers.

  "Harder than you'd believe. But that's alright now, sweetheart. Got my wife with me now." he said as he pressed his fuzzy chest against your sweaty back. Had a strong arm wrapped you as he used his free hand to guide his cock inside of your sweet, welcoming hole.

You let out a small noise, it was always a little too big for your liking. But Price was mostly delicate with getting it inside of you. Making sure that his little wife didn't get too ruined by him. He loved you too much for that, he wanted to make sure you were all his and knew already you were all his.

  "It's alright, sweetheart." he said, "You know me, she knows me. Just let me in. Always so welcoming, so sweet." He purred as he sank his heavy cock into your achy hole, "My sweet wife, all for me."

His voice burned in the back of your mind as he started to move against you. His thrusts heavy yet slow, they left your mind abuzz as he worked himself against you. Felt like a small slice of heavy with the feeling of his length pushed up inside of you.

You couldn't help but moan, need him so badly. You loved that you were his stress relief, that he could work himself on top of you and get the relief he needed. It made you feel full,heavy with lust and the weight of his cock pushed inside of you.

  "Take me so well." He mused, "Pretty little wife." He moved a bit faster, "Yeah, like that, sweetheart? I bet it feels good."

You whined in response, "Please, John."

  "I got ya, sweetheart. Let your husband have you tonight." he kissed the side of your neck and kept his grip on you firm. He had both arms wrapped around you as his tip bullied against the deepest parts of you. It was like that was where he belonged.

You were his wife, all his. And he'll happily make sure that his wife is taken care of while he fucks you with a desperate need.

  "I love you."

  "Love you too, sweetheart." He cooed.

His pace quickened and you felt the overwhelming need to have more of him. You always needed him, he was the subject of most of your fantasies. He wound himself in your mind anytime you got wet. You were needy for your husband just like he was needy for you.

The pleasure tasted good on the tip of your tongue. The pleasure felt heavy and hot in your gut as he fucked you against the mattress. He laid claim on your smaller body. He used his hairy form to shield you and press further into you. You were trapped in a way but the excitement of it only made the pleasure spike in your core.

Your man, your husband. The thought curled itself around you while he thrust deep into you. You could taste the want on your tongue as your noises got more needy. They got louder with each thump of his body against yours. It was a proper feeling for the both of you, something that left you gasping and whiny.

  "Pretty thing." He cooed, "And all mine. Get to come home to a clean home and a sweet cunt." His voice dipped deeper, his tone had sexual heat hung in it, "You feeling good, sweetheart?"

You nodded against the pillows, you were soaked between your legs. It felt well beyond just good. You held onto the covers while he fucked you and your back arched a little bit from the exhilaration of pleasure that raced through you.

  "Always love coming home to you." he said as he continued his rough movements, he continued to keep you pinned and made sure that he was giving you the pleasure you both deserved.

  "Fuck, John." You gasped.

  "Love the sound of that." He purred, "My sweetheart getting close?"

You moaned, "Yes!"

  "Love to hear it." he said as he quickened his pace, "Come on now, finish all over your husband's cock." His voice ran gin your mind as you let him fuck you with feverish want. You gasped against the pillows and your hips were raised up further.

It didn't take much longer for him to push you over the edge of orgasm. You gasped into the covers while your pussy clenched around him. You soon came all over his cock, coating him in your wetness.

  "I love you." You gasped.

He kissed your heated cheek and replied, "I love you too." While he continued to work himself against you. With a few more heavy thrusts of his own, he held onto you tightly and came inside of you, "Be a good girl and take all of it, alright? You'll be good for me." he purred.

You moaned, unable to form words as he slowed his pace to a stop. He held onto you and rubbed his chest up against your back, you felt the soft hairs against your sweaty skin which made you shudder with want. It felt good.

You turned your head a little bit to kiss him on the lips and he visibly relaxed against you. His softening cock stayed inside of you for a moment longer as you shared such a sweet kiss.

  "Mine." He said lowly. His tone edged with heat for you.

  "All yours, big bear."

He smiled proudly before you two were both on your backs on the soft bed. You were quickly held in your lover's arms and he kissed along your neck with tenderness. It felt warm in your body as the blankets were pushed down to the bottom of the bed.

Heat radiated between you two.

He said, "Should take an excellent picture of you tomorrow for the boys."

  "Do you not have any already?" You asked curiously.

  "No, ma'am. At least none where you have your clothes on." Then laughed when you shoved him. But he was quick to capture you closer into his arms and kissed across your heated cheeks, "Don't worry, sweetheart. Your tits are for my eyes only."

closing his eyes again, he pretended to still be asleep as the giggles drew closer. a hushed "shhh" followed, just before the bedroom door creaked open. it took all his willpower to stop himself from smiling. his children were still too young to understand his job, and still too young to realize that even the slightest noise could wake him-especially so early in his leave. it always took time for his mind to adjust, to truly accept that he was home, far from the battlefield.

small hands pressed against his back, accompanied by a soft, determined "push." eyes still closed, he pictured his little boy being hoisted up the bed by his older brother, both of his babies eager to see their dad. in his mind, he could see the focused expression on his eldest's face-eyebrows furrowed, tongue poking out in concentration. it wasn't easy for his little 5 years old body to push his brother up. smiling to himself, john decided to put an end to their efforts. he turned over suddenly, pulling both boys into his arms at once. happy squeals and uncontrollable giggles filled the room, making the captain's heart swell. oh, how he had missed this.

john felt his children squirming in his arms, most likely trying to hug him better, but he wasn't ready to let them go. he had come home far too late; a problem had delayed their return, forcing him to deal with paperwork upon landing. the house had been dark, his small family tucked away in their beds. he still hadn't seen his wife, other than her sleeping figure at 4 a.m. she knew he wouldn't have minded if she'd woken him, but she was too thoughtful-his sweet little wife-letting him sleep in.

after kissing the tops of their heads, he finally loosened his grizzly grip on the boys. both of his children's faces turned to his the moment he let go, showering him with sweet kisses before nuzzling their heads into his neck-one on each side. they began talking all at once, excitedly telling him everything he had missed while he was away. to be honest, john wasn't really listening. he simply relaxed, savoring the warmth and joy of having his family back in his arms. but something was missing-an important piece.

as if you had read his mind, you appeared in the doorway. the light streaming in from behind you into the dark room made you look like an angel, and john couldn't think of a better way to describe you.

"thought you wanted to bring daddy breakfast in bed?" you said softly, your heart overflowing with love at the sight before you: your husband, back home, all cuddled up with your children.

your kids didn't acknowledge you; they kept talking about silly little things that, to you, seemed trivial but, to them, were a big deal. john was happy to just let them ramble, extending one hand toward you, silently inviting you to join them. as you came closer, he gently pulled both boys to the middle of the bed, his eyes following you as you made your way to your side. with you lying back down and your children nestled in the middle, john felt whole. for the first time in months, his body fully relaxed, and sleep began to creep over him once again.

throwing his arm around his little family, he pulled all of you closer. the warm, comforting cocoon he had created made his eyes drift shut, lulled back to sleep by his children's soft voices. their chatter was growing quieter, a sign they were just as sleepy as their father. it must be early-too early to be awake. forcing his eyes open, he glanced at you, gently stroking your youngest's hair. the way you looked at him, filled with so much love, made the captain feel a flush rise to his cheeks.

yeah, as much as he loved his job, nothing could compare to having his family in his arms. maybe it was time to consider a desk job after all.

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Your heart jumped, lips tugging into a smile as you swung a leg over his waist. You straddled him, lifting your nightgown up over your thighs. Before you reached for him, you tugged your bonnet back into place, adjusting it carefully, ignoring the way he huffed a laugh at the sight.

“Gotta look right,” you mumbled, more to yourself, before pulling his dick free of his briefs. He was heavy and warm in your hand, already thickening just from your touch.

Settling over him, you guided the head against your slick folds, gasping when it nudged against your entrance. He gripped your hips, eyes barely parted, watching the way you teased yourself on him.

“Go on then,” he rasped, voice low and edged with sleep. “Take what you wanted so bad you had to wake me up for it.”

You sank down slow, the stretch making your eyes flutter. His dick filled you inch by inch, and your lips parted, breath shaky.

“Mmm…” you moaned, hands braced against his chest as you bottomed out, the weight of him deep inside.

Your thighs trembled as you eased yourself into a steady rhythm, rocking against him, savoring the deep stretch of his dick filling you to the hilt. Each slow roll of your hips made you moan softly, little broken sounds that slipped into the quiet of the room. You were wet enough that every motion drew out a slick, lewd sound, your arousal dripping down to dampen his briefs bunched low around his hips.

He kept his eyes closed at first, head sunk into the pillow, his hand still heavy on your hip. Every so often, he let out a low grunt or a quiet moan, the kind of sound that rumbled from his chest and made you clench tighter around him.

You rode him like that for a while—slow, sensual, almost lazy. But the ache in your belly only grew sharper, needier. You leaned forward and pressed one palm to his stomach, sliding it under his t-shirt. Your nails scraped over his skin, dragging lines across his abs as you bounced harder, faster.

His breath caught, and his eyes cracked open. Hooded, half-dreaming, but watching you now—your nightgown bunched high, bonnet crooked, your lips parted around breathy moans, the slick sound of your cunt taking him raw filling the room. His lips parted too, a faint grunt pushing past them as he shifted his grip, squeezing your hip tighter.

“Fuck…” he muttered, voice rough, gravelly with sleep. “You’re lucky I love the way you feel.”

That only spurred you on—you fucked yourself down on him harder, wetter now, your moans rising into whines. The drag of him inside was unbearable, thick and perfect, hitting so deep your stomach clenched.

“Mghn—ahh” you gasped, nails digging into him as your hips snapped down, creamy arousal coating his dick with every grind. “You feel so fucking good—”

His gaze dragged over you slowly, hungry even through the haze of sleep. He groaned again, hips lifting just enough to meet your movements, driving deeper, making your breath hitch.

You rode him faster, tits bouncing with each movement, sweat pearling on your skin, voice catching as you gave him everything—your whimpers, your nails, the sight of your body working his cock like you were made for it.

His eyes stayed on you, hooded and dark, lips parted around another low moan.

“Messy little thing,” he rasped, voice thick with sleep but edged. “Getting wetter the longer you use me. Gonna make yourself cum on this dick, ma?”

Your hips faltered for a moment, thighs burning from the effort, and you let out a shaky little moan. He felt it immediately—the drag of your rhythm slowing, your body trying to take mercy on itself.

“Uh-uhn,” he murmurs, eyes still half-lidded but sharp enough. “Keep going.”

“Mhm,” you whimpered, nodding fast, biting down on your lip as you tried to grind faster, harder, the stretch almost too much but addictive all the same.

He watched the struggle, the way your mouth parted, the way your brows furrowed and eyes watered just a little as your body worked him. A dark smirk curled at his mouth.

“Shameless.” he muttered, voice edged with heat. “Waking me up at three in the damn morning just to sit on this dick. You’re so fucking nasty, you know that?”

A flush burned through your chest at his words, your thighs quivering. His hand released your waist and he slapped your ass, his filthy way of trying to spur you on. You wined at the sharp stinging sensation.

He groaned low, thrusting his hips up into you once, hard enough to make you yelp. “Faster. I didn’t tell you to slow down.”

You rocked slow, already sensitive. “I—fuck—you shouldn't talk—ah—you’re making me do all the work,” you gasped, nails clawing at his chest.

That got him. He sighed like you’d tried his patience, then suddenly his big arm was wrapping tight around your waist, hauling you down flush to him. His other hand came up, rough and certain, wrapping around your jaw and squeezing until your lips jutted in a pout.

Your eyes went wide, lips parted around a soft, broken sound.

“Watch your mouth,” he scolded, his hips snapping up into you, hard and fast, making your whole body jolt with each deep thrust. “You’re the one who woke me up begging for dick. You should be grateful I even let you ride me, slut.”

Fresh tears pricked at your lashes, your breath coming in high-pitched moans as his dick slammed into you, raw and deep, stretching you in a way that bordered on too much.

“Mmghn—oh god—” you gasped, voice breaking as your nails dug harder into his chest, leaving deep cresent marks as your mind slipped sideways with the force of his thrusts.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he grunts against your mouth, eyes locked, lips curled. “Cry for it. Take what you asked for.”

You keen, wet and whimpering, eyes glassy as you felt him battering deep inside, his grip on your jaw forcing your gaze to stay locked with his. Your thighs shook, your walls fluttering around him, every stroke drawing you closer even as his voice scolded, edged with possession.

“Ungrateful little brat,” he gritted, jaw tight as he kept fucking into you. “So mouthy, but you always listen when it counts, don’t you? You love me putting you in your place.”

You nodded frantically, lips trembling under the pressure of his hand, every thrust pulling a needy moan from your throat, your whole body screaming yes even as tears spilled from the corners of your eyes.

His thrusts never lost rhythm—deep, rough, unforgiving—forcing your body to take him over and over.

“Don’t pout at me,” he teases, voice low and edged, his breath hot against your face. “You wanted this. You woke me up begging, and now you’re gonna take it the way I give it.”

His hips snapped harder, making you yelp. He swallowed the sound with a deep groan, lips parted, eyes blown. Your walls clutching him with desperate pulses.

You pant, clinging to him, your body burning, splitting, drowning in him.

“Please—ah—!” your voice cracked, high and broken, “please—”

“Mm, I love hearing that,” he rasped, pushing deeper until your walls spasmed around him, soaked and messy. “My sweet girl, dripping all over me, crying for it. Look at you. So fucking needy.”

Your eyes rolled back when he hit that spot again and again, and you could feel your body trembling on the edge, teetering. But just when you thought he’d let you break, he released his grip on your jaw and waist, leaving you suddenly free, trembling and desperate.

“Go on,” he said, leaning back into the pillows, sweat glistening at his temple, lips curling as he watched you. “Ride it. Show me how bad you need it.”

Your thighs burned as you shifted, lifting yourself just enough to start bouncing again, his cock dragging deliciously through your slick walls. Your head tipped back, moans spilling out, wetter and louder than before.

He groaned low in his chest, one big hand sliding down between your thighs, thumb circling your clit. You gasped, body jolting, hips stuttering as the pleasure doubled.

“Ohhh—fuck, I—” you whimper, bouncing faster now, the mix of his dick stirring your insides and his thumb working your swollen clit making you gush wetter, dripping down his shaft.

“Messy little problem,” he grunted, watching his dick disappear into you, creamy and soaked. “So nasty and perfect. Can’t even wait ‘til morning—had to wake me up dripping for it.”

Your moans broke higher, tears streaking your cheeks as you rode him harder, his thumb rubbing fast and dirty over your clit. He groaned with every bounce, his eyes fixed on you, dark, lips parted, savoring the sight of you falling apart but not giving you permission yet.

“Keep going, ma,” he ordered, voice a low drawl. “Show me you’re grateful. Show me how much you need this dick.”

Your thighs shook, your body begging to give in, but he only pressed harder at your clit, drawing it out, dragging your need to the very edge without letting you tumble over.

Your thighs were trembling, muscles screaming, but you didn’t dare stop. His dick kept splitting you open, sliding in deep and raw.

“God—oh, baby—” your voice pitched, cracked and broken, breathless from the pace. Your lashes fluttered, lips parted and glistening with spit as your head tipped back.

“That’s it,” he rasped, voice low and rough, every word vibrating against your chest where you leaned into him. His hand at your waist held you steady while his other worked between your thighs. “Look at you. Falling apart on my dick. So fucking wet for me.”

More tears streaked hot down your cheeks as the pressure built unbearable. “F–fuck, I can’t—” you sobbed, bouncing harder, messy and uncoordinated now, your wetness gushing down his shaft.

“Yes you can,” he snapped, eyes locked on you, sweat beading at his brow. Breath ragged, but his stare never wavered. “You’re gonna cum for me, sweetheart. Right here, right now. Cream all over this dick—come on. Be good for me.”

His thumb pressed harder, circling tight, and that was it. Your whole body seized as your orgasm tore through you, violent and raw. You screamed his name, thighs shaking uncontrollably, your pussy squeezing around him in desperate pulses, soaking him as you collapsed forward.

“That’s it,” he groaned, gritting his teeth as he fucked you through it, keeping you bouncing, milking him while you shattered. His eyes burned into yours when you lifted your head, dazed and wet-faced, your lips trembling. “Mghn—so pretty. Look at you.”

Your body shook, tears blurring your vision, but you held his gaze. Even while your orgasm ripped through you, you saw him watching—hungry, proud, undone by how desperate you were for him.

He hissed, groaned deep, He pulled out fast, stroking himself rough until he spilled hot and messy over your stomach, streaking your skin, painting across the underside of your tits.

“Goddamn, baby” he panted, voice frayed, chest heaving as his release dripped down your belly.

You were still shaking, your thighs weak, lips glossy and parted, chest heaving. You smeared some of his mess across your belly with shaky fingers, half-worn, half-proud, and he only smirked, pulling you down into his arms, sweat-slick and sticky between you both.

His mouth pressed to your temple, giving a sweet peck before he whispered into your hair, "Got it out your system?"

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