#dad!chance

Shrill giggles could be heard as you walked down the hall to your daughter's room. Peeking your head inside you spotted your two favorite people snuggled up in her bed. Between them sat a book, The Hobbit. Of course. Chance always loved his fantasy. The apple didn’t fall too far from the tree it seemed. Your eyes gazed around your daughter’s room. An orange glow from her bedside lamp illuminated the various children’s drawings of dragons and unicorns haphazardly taped onto the wall. A mural of a castle was painted on the wall her bed was up against. Spotting you in the doorway, Chance gave you a warm smile. His eyes widened as he took in the outfit you were wearing. 

“Hi, Mommy!” Your daughter perked up when she saw you. 

“How’s the book?” You asked, walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“It’s sooooo good, Bilbo just got a ring that turns him invisible!” Her eyes sparkled at the thought of magic and whimsy. 

You gave her a soft smile. 

“That does sound pretty cool.” You gave Chance a knowing smile. You had read the book many times before. 

“Oh, you should show Mommy your Golem voice.” He gave you a grin. “We’ve been practicing!” 

“Lay it on me!” You let out an airy laugh. 

Your daughter hunched her shoulders, shifting her face into a grimace. 

“My preciousssss…” She shifted her form again, going wide eyed. “Eggses!” She let out a giggle when she finished her impression. 

You and Chance joined in the laughter. 

“That was a good one, lil goober.” Chance pinched and wiggled her nose. 

She let out another giggle. 

“Don’t steal it!”

“Not tonight. I don’t need your nose as a snack. I’m taking Mommy out for dinner.” 

“Awww.” She pouted, crossing her arms. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Grandma’s gonna keep an eye on you while we’re out.” He pecked a kiss on her forehead, making her smile. 

Earlier in the evening Chance’s mother came over to watch your daughter. An act you greatly appreciated, but she also very much wanted to see her granddaughter. So, a win-win. 

After putting your daughter to bed, you and Chance exited the room. Quietly shutting the door, you turned to your husband with a grin. With red blooming on his cheeks he took in your appearance. Letting out a low whistle, he leaned in to kiss your cheek. You gave him a confused look. 

“I didn’t want to ruin your lipstick.” He gave you a sheepish look. 

“It’s actually a lip stain.” You rubbed your finger over your lips to prove your point.

“Well in that case, don’t mind if I do.” He cupped your chin pressing a deep kiss to your lips. 

You hummed against him, enjoying the pleasant feeling of his lips against yours. 

When he pulled away, you felt your heart swell. Pure adoration glimmered in his eyes. 

“You look beautiful. Perfect, as always.” He rubbed his thumb along your cheek tenderly. 

“And you look absolutely dashing.” You placed a peck against his lips. 

He didn’t allow you to pull back. Instead, holding your jaw to press a deeper kiss to your lips. His tongue slipped into your mouth with a soft groan. You playfully pushed him away, nodding to your daughter’s bedroom. 

“Perhaps we should wait till we’re at the hotel, hmm?” You gave him a lustful look. 

Licking his lips, he nodded. His eyes trailing over your body once more. 

“Sorry love, I can’t seem to help myself around you.” He pulled you into one more kiss, his hand playfully squeezing your ass. 

“Chance…” You mumbled against him admonishingly. 

“I know, I know.” He pecked one final kiss on your lips. 

The two of you headed out of your house with some overnight bags. You and Chance stopped by the living room to give his mother a goodbye.

Feeling as giddy as teens in love, you packed up your car and drove to the city. 

It was you and Chance’s wedding anniversary and it had been much too long since you had a night to yourselves. Life gets pretty busy when you have a kid and two full-time working parents. Date nights often turned into, “Do you just want to stay in a laze around while the kid’s at their grandparents’?” 

Deciding to somewhat liven up your romance, the two of you actually planned an anniversary date. A long weekend in town at a nice hotel. A fancy dinner, seeing a show, and a trip to a game shop since Chance hadn’t been in awhile. Sounded like a perfect weekend. 

First stop was your fancy dinner. Some well renowned steak house that Chance managed to nab a Friday night reservation at. 

As you drove to the city, Chance placed his hand on your exposed thigh. Thumb tracing circles sending shivers up your spine. Some local rock station was playing low on the radio, though you weren’t paying attention to the music. Instead, watching your husband with adoration. 

As cliche as it was, you couldn’t help but be reminded at how lucky you were that you had managed to bag the hunk of a nerd. On his side, he thought he was the true lucky one. Never imagining once he could date someone like you, much less get married. Now here you were, eight years together, five of those married with your four-year-old daughter. 

It was lovely, and things were going well for your little family. Chance was just a few months out from being tenured in his psychology professor position, you had recently received a promotion, and your daughter would be starting kindergarten at the beginning of the next school year. Despite all of these positives, there was something eating at you. The feeling of something missing. 

It started when you had put away holiday decorations. In your storage, you spotted a bin filled with old baby clothes. Pulling it out, you let out a soft sigh. You picked up a bright yellow onesie. Memories of when your little girl was just a baby flooding your mind. Behind you, Chance glanced over your shoulder. He gave a soft smile at the items in your hand. 

“Looking to donate things?” He asked. 

“No!” You said abruptly, unsure of why you were so abrasive. “S-sorry, no. Not yet.” 

“Alright.” He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Everything okay?” He asked. 

“Yes. Sorry, it’s just a bit hard to let go of things sometimes.” You reached for the hand on your shoulder, giving him a soft smile. 

When he left you alone you couldn’t help but feel the beginnings of that missing piece. 

The next time was when your family was playing in the living room. Bluey playing in the background as your daughter and Chance acted out a wacky scenario with a hodge podge of My Little Pony and dragon toys. Something along the lines of Pinkie Pie causing a coupe to overthrow the monarchy so she could bake as many cupcakes as she wants. Due to your daughter’s wild imagination and Chance’s improv skills, the storylines tended to be a bit difficult to follow. Still, you managed to get the gist. 

“Sister! How could you betray me yet again!” Chance said in a feminine voice as he moved the Princess Celestia toy vigorously. 

“Because I want to be queen!” Your daughter said in an “evil” voice. 

After she pretended to shoot a magic beam at the other princess she paused. Eyes lighting up when they looked between you and Chance. 

“Will I ever have a sister?” She asked with that innocence only a child could have. 

You and Chance’s eyes widened. Sure, you probably should have expected this question sooner than later. However, it was still surprising. 

Composing himself, Chance cleared his throat. 

“Why’d you ask, sweetheart?” 

“Cause I want a sister.” She said in a matter-of-fact tone. 

“Oh.” Again, probably should have been an expected response. 

“Why do you want a sister?” There goes your husband. Always trying to figure out the reasoning behind your daughter’s thoughts. 

“Because Jessie told me that I’ll be lonely forever, cause she’s got a sister and I don’t.” 

You held back rolling your eyes. Jessie’s mother had a habit of saying ridiculous things to her, you were pretty sure that’s likely where this came from. 

“Lonely forever? But you’ve got your Mommy and Daddy?” Chance motioned between you and him. 

“I said that to Jessie! But she said that Mommies and Daddies aren’t your friends, but sisters are.” 

“Oh sweetheart, I hope you know that’s not true.” Chance opened his arms, offering her a hug. 

She gladly took the opportunity, racing into his arms with a thump. Chance pulled her in with a deep squeeze. She squirmed in his arms giggling. 

“Daaaaadyyy! I can’t breathe!” She squealed. 

“How else am I gonna convince you you won’t be alone. Gotta make sure you’re hugged so tight you meld with me! Together forever!” He let out a dramatic evil laugh. 

“Mooomyyy! He’s squeezing too hard!” She complained while still letting out shrill giggles. 

“Don’t worry, honey. I’m here to help!” You said as you joined Chance. Wrapping your arms around her you also squeezed. 

“I just love you so much, I gotta meld with you too!” You gave her a smooch on the cheek. 

“Together forever, together forever…” Chance began to chant. 

You joined in with him, your daughter giggling at your antics. 

After a moment, you released her from your grasps. She sucked in a deep breath dramatically falling to the floor. Perking up, she hugged both you and Chance as much as she could with her small frame. 

“We’ll be here.” You rubbed her head, kissing it softly. 

“Will I still get a sister though?” 

You looked over at Chance, unsure of what to say. 

“Your mommy and I will talk about it. Okay, little goober?” He reached for her nose, giving it a wiggle. 

She giggled, batting at his hand. 

“Ooohhkaaaayyy.” 

Later that night, Chance looked over to you. Teeth worrying his lip, he contemplated how to start this conversation. Sure, you had the “kids” talk ages ago. However, you hadn’t had the “do we want more?” talk yet. 

“I have a question.” He started. 

Pausing your nightly reading, you turned to him with an expectant look. 

“You tend to have many of those.” You teased with a smirk. 

“Heh, I suppose I do.” He cleared his throat, now feeling parched. “About what our little girl said earlier…”

His words sent a jolt to your heart. Setting your book down, you gave Chance your full attention. 

“Go on…” You motioned for him to continue. 

“Well, have you thought about it? Having more kids?” He didn’t know why he was getting so flustered about this. 

“I have. Have you?” It seemed like you were both tiptoeing around revealing your opinions on the matter. 

“I have.” 

“Okay.” You waited for him to continue. 

After a long moment of silence, Chance spoke again. 

“I would like to have another one.” He geared up for your response. 

Letting out a sigh of relief, you giggled. What felt like such a high stakes conversation now falling into a comfortable back and forth. 

“I would too.” 

He lit up at that, leaning over to plant a kiss on your lips. With a finger, you paused his attempted kiss. 

“However, there are some things I’d like us to have done financially first. We’re in a good spot right now, but adding another person will burden us if we don’t make some changes.” 

Chance’s shoulders deflated, but he nodded. You were right. It wasn’t the best time to add another member to your family. With some planning you could hopefully manage to put yourself in a better spot. 

It had been about six months since that conversation. Now, you and Chance had made some good changes. With that knowledge, you felt ready to move forward with growing your family. The only thing was, you hadn’t talked to each other about it yet. 

As you sat in the car with him, you wondered if bringing it up this weekend would be appropriate. Now was as good a time as ever, right? 

Chance pulled into a parking garage downtown. Ever the gentleman, he had you wait for him to open your door. Escorting you with an offered hand. The two of you walked down the street. Eyes trailing around, taking in the city sights. 

After a few minutes you ended up in front of a fancy steakhouse. Chance opened the door for you, and you made your way to the host stand. A young woman was scrolling through a tablet with a phone held on her shoulder. 

“Uhuh, uhuh. Okay. We’ll see you tomorrow at seven Mister Smith. Buh-bye!” With that she placed the phone back on the receiver. Looking up, she smiled brightly as she noticed you. 

“Welcome! Do you have a reservation?”

“Ah yes, it should be under Fortuna.” Chance said. 

The woman scanned the tablet, then tapped it. 

“Fortuna, table for two at 7:30.” She gave him a sweet smile. 

“That’ll be us!” 

“Wonderful!” She reached and grabbed some menus. “If you’ll please follow me.” 

You and Chance followed the woman to your table. A cute little two seater by the window with a view of the city. At the table sat empty drink glasses and plates along with a candle centerpiece. 

“Your waiter will be with you in a moment.” She handed you the menus. “Here’s our menu, and here’s our wine list. Have a wonderful meal.” She gave you a nod, then walked back to her stand. 

Pulling out your chair, Chance motioned for you to sit. You let out a soft laugh. 

Your husband had always been the chivalrous type. Opening doors for you, escorting you with an arm, and pulling out your chairs. Not that he didn’t believe you couldn’t do them yourself. No, his mother had instilled the behavior in him and it clearly stuck. 

Picking up the menu, you scanned for something appealing. Chance also looked over the menu. His fingers tapped his chin as he determined what he wanted. 

A waiter walked up to your table with a pitcher of ice water. He flipped over your glasses and poured the water in. 

“Good evening, I’m Neil, I’ll be your waiter this evening. Is there anything you would like to drink?” 

Chance ordered a bottle of red to the table. The waiter brought over some bread and butter before taking your orders. 

“Get whatever you want, love.” Chance said, knowing you would try and be frugal. He gave you a look of warning. 

You gave the waiter your order, deciding to pick what you wanted. 

As you waited for your food, Chance lifted his glass to yours. You smiled, lifting your own. Clinking them together, you shared a cheers. 

“To a wonderful five years of marriage with my beautiful wife.” Chance said, eyes filled with adoration. 

“And to many, many, many more.” You said back, feeling your heart swell. 

The waiter returned to your table with your meals and more wine. The two of you enjoyed your food, occasionally chatting between bites. As the night went on, you found yourself growing anxious. You needed to talk to him about it. 

“Chance…” You trailed, finger tracing around your wine glass. 

“Yes?” He looked at you over his glasses 

“I’ve been thinking…” God, why couldn’t you just spit it out.

“Thinking about?” He smirked knowingly, having a feeling he knew where this was going. 

“You know that conversation we had a few months ago?” You bit your lip.

“We’ve had many conversations, I’m going to need you to be more specific.” He took a bite of his meal. 

“The one about kids.” You looked at him with an intense gaze.

He set his fork down, placing his fingers under his chin. A dark gaze in his eyes as he looked at you intensely. 

“And what have you been thinking about?” 

“I think it’s time we try for another.” You took a sip of your wine. 

“Is that so?” He cocked his head to the side. 

“It is.” 

Interrupting your conversation, the waiter had returned to your table. 

“I heard that you two were celebrating your anniversary? Would you care to enjoy a complimentary dessert?” He asked with a sweet smile. 

“Mind if we take it to go?” 

When you made it to your hotel room, you found yourself pressed up against the door, Chance’s lips hot against yours as he desperately kissed you. He moaned into your mouth as his tongue tangled with yours. Pulling away, he stared deeply into your eyes. 

“Are you sure?” He pressed another hot kiss to your lips. “About having another baby?” 

“Y-yes, ah!” He kissed down your throat, leaving a soft bite against your sweet spot. 

“Positive?” He paused, looking at you with a serious gaze. 

“I am.” You let out a deep breath. “Plus, I might have gotten off of my birth control.” You said sheepishly.

“Oh.” A flush bloomed on his face. 

Thankfully, you had made sure to not have had sex with Chance since you had gotten off, but you were  hoping he would be on the same page. 

“We’re in a really good place financially. You’re gonna be tenured soon, I got that promotion, and we refinanced the mortgage.” You listed things out, pointing to each of your fingers. “Plus with our girl going into kindergarten, we won’t have to worry much about the cost of daily childcare.” 

“You know, I love it when you speak fiscal responsibility to me.” He teased with a kiss. “Guess we’ll have to get a larger life insurance policy?” He waggled his brows suggestively. 

“Mmm…enough money talk. I wanna make this baby.” You pressed your lips to his. 

“As you wish.” He grabbed your hand giving it a soft kiss. The tender action made you blush. 

Gently, he pulled you to the bed. He sat down, eyes trailing over your body. His hands reached for your hips, pulling you between his legs. Tracing circles on your hips, he made you shiver. 

“As much as I love seeing you all dolled up for me…” His hand trailed to the hem of your dress, lifting it up slightly. “I would love to see you take it off.” He gave you a cheeky grin. 

“Oh yeah?” You leaned down, you pressed a kiss to his lips. 

“Oh, very much so.” He leaned back, motioning over your outfit. “So please, if you will, strip for me.” His low timbre had you shivering again. 

Nodding, you reached for the zipper at the back of your dress. Slowly, you pulled it down. Leaning on his legs, Chance watched you intensely. Licking his lips in anticipation as he watched you slip off the first strap of your dress. Ever so slowly you pulled down your other strap, then began sliding down your dress. Clad only in some special lingerie, you looked for Chance’s reaction. The man groaned as he looked over your body. 

As if on instinct, he lunged for you. Pulling you into a heated kiss, his hands ran over your body. Fingers teased over your barely clothed breasts, fingers tracing over your nipples. You keened at his touch, pressing your chest against his. 

Against your lips he spoke lowly.

“Is this all for me?” He pulled you tightly against him. “Gettin’ all dolled up just so I can give you another baby, hm?” He growled, pressing another hot kiss to your lips. 

Oh, that’s right. You almost forgot how much he enjoyed this. 

While your sex life had always been quite exciting, Chance’s specific enjoyment was something else. Remembering the last time you were trying for a baby, the man had been insatiable. Practically every moment you two had alone ended up with Chance rutting into you. Even once taking you on his office desk when you decided to pay him a lunchtime visit. Not that you minded. The man had the things he enjoyed, but he most enjoyed making sure you felt amazing. And you couldn’t deny, his hunger to pump you full of his seed was quite appealing. 

Now, you had a feeling that hunger had not faded whatsoever. Spread on the bed, Chance was pawing at your body. Warms hands trailing over your breasts and down to your soaked panties. Groaning as he pet over your clothed sex. 

“You’re drenched. You really do want me to get you pregnant, yeah?” He breathed hotly against your throat, trailing down kisses and love bites.

He unclasped your bra, tossing it to the floor. Hands cupped your breasts as he continued to mouth at your throat. 

Moving down, he kissed your torso. Stopping to tease your nipples with his teeth and tongue. The actions making you press against him with a whine. 

Reaching your panties, he snapped them with his finger. Earning him a surprised yelp. Using his teeth he pulled them down, then off of your body. While he greatly appreciated you dressing up for him, he desperately needed you. 

With strong arms he pulled you to the end of the bed, lips trailing up your legs. Teeth lightly scraping against your thighs had your body jolting. Sparks of pleasure shooting through you, making you get even wetter. Eyeing your sex, Chance let out a groan. The man loved nothing more than knowing you were feeling good. So he would make sure you would you feel utterly amazing. Leaving you in any state besides shaking and satisfied would be an affront to him. No, he would make sure he ruined you into pure bliss. 

Kissing up your thighs, he planted a light one against your puffy clit. The action made you cry out. His tongue lapped at your weeping cunt as you continued to writhe and moan. It felt good to actually be able to make noise now, and your husband seemed to be enjoying it as well. Groaning with every sound that escaped your throat at his ministrations. 

A heat was growing in your belly with each lick against your pussy. By now, Chance had you memorized. Knowing every part of you that made you tick. Expertly, he lapped away at your wet folds, drinking in every moan and whine he could elicit from you. Each sound of your pleasure made his cock twitch in anticipation.

God, he couldn’t wait to breed you. First, however, he needed to make sure you were prepared to take him. 

Chance watched as you writhed and moaned. Humming contently at the sight of you in bliss. 

With kitten licks to your clit, you felt your orgasm on the horizon. Fast flicks of his tongue to your sensitive bud made your hips jolt. That familiar warmth had grown tenfold by now. Unconsciously your hips moved with Chance’s tongue, chasing your high. Your husband continued this pace, knowing you would snap at any moment. 

A lick  to your clit had you moaning loudly. Thighs clenched around Chance’s head, suffocating him in the most delicious of ways. Your release splashing over his mouth, which he licked up greedily. 

As you came down from your high, Chance lightly lapped at your folds. Helping bring you down as little sparks of pleasure made your body jolt.

When your body relaxed, he pulled away. Leaning over your shaking body, he gave you a deep kiss. Forcing you to taste yourself on his lips. As you kissed, he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. When he dropped it, you appraised his appearance. Eyes trailing over his fit broad chest, thick strong arms, and that lovely bit of tummy with a happy trail leading to right where you wanted him. Then his hands moved to his belt, quickly unclasping and removing it along with his pants and boxers. You let out a soft whine at the sight of his hard cock. Thick and red at the tip, just the perfect length to fill your wanting cunt. You felt yourself clenching at nothing at the sight. 

Turning your body, you brought yourself to the edge of the bed. As you reached out for him, Chance grabbed your wrist. 

“Sorry, sweetheart. As much as I appreciate you wanting to reciprocate, I need to fuck that perfect pussy of yours.” He kissed your hand. “I don’t want a single drop going to waste.” 

He proceeded to maneuver you to lay on your back. Between your legs you watched as he lined his length with your dripping cunt. He tapped the tip against your overstimulated clit teasingly. Grinning at the way you shuddered with each touch. He slid his cock between your folds, groaning at the feeling of your slick. The head of his cock caught the entrance of your pussy, and he began to push in. Groaning at the feeling of your tight, wet heat. 

“F-fuck. You feel so good.” He moaned, as he bottomed out. 

Looking down, a satisfied smile came to his face. He admired your shaking body beneath him. Cunt stuffed full, hitting your sweet spot deep inside. 

“Chance…” You whined. 

“Yes, beautiful?” He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. 

“Please move.” 

“As you wish.” 

He pulled out, then snapped his hips into you harshly, making you yelp. Beginning a brutal pace that had you moaning with each brush against your gummy spot. The way your soft walls fluttered around him had him moaning loudly. 

With strong hands around your hips, he pulled you back into him with each thrust. The friction of his pelvis against your clit had you crying out. Pleasure so intense it had your eyes screwing shut, but Chance couldn’t have that. He reached a hand around your throat, squeezing on the sides lightly. Opening your eyes you moaned at the lustful gaze he gave you. 

“My love, I need to see you. I need you to watch me as I fill you. Again,” he thrust into you for emphasis, “and again.” He growled as he felt you clench around him. 

Fuck, he needed you to cum. It wouldn’t be long before he burst inside you. So he decided to use his expertise of your body. 

Strong arms wrapped under your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders. He folded you over, cock pressed deeply inside your cunt. The mean mating press he had you in made you cry out. Knowing that he could pummel your sweet spot with precision, Chance fucked into you fast and hard. Hiccupping gasps escaped you as the pleasurable heat had returned to your center once more. Building and building with each thrust to your gummy spot. All you could do was take what he was giving you. 

Chance watched as you writhed under him, moaning as you clenched and unclenched around his cock. Each brutal hit inside of you bringing you to your peak quickly. He could tell you were going to climax soon. Telltale tightness inviting his length to keep pummeling into you over and over was warning you would soon finish. 

“Cum for me.” He commanded. “Come for me and I’ll fill you up. Breed you nice and full.” He growled, nipping your ear. 

His words had you blabbering incoherently. 

“Mmph! Ah! Fill me, ah I-!”

You couldn’t speak any further, not when your second orgasm crashed through your body. It left you shaking and screaming as Chance chased after his own release. Each pump of his cock drawing out your orgasm, making you tremble. Chance moaned at the feeling of you clenching around him. His balls tightened, then released as he filled you with warmth. Both of you moaning at the feeling of him filling you full of his seed. It almost seemed like he couldn’t stop coming. His cock shooting rope after rope of cum into your greedy cunt. 

When he finally stopped, you could still feel the aftershocks of your orgasms. His cock twitching against your gummy walls while your pussy spasmed around him. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him in for a deep kiss. One he gladly accepted. Sloppily, you tangled your tongues. Groaning at how good the other tasted. 

Slowly, Chance unfolded you. Keeping his cock pressed deep inside as he laid you down gently. The two of you loved the feeling of him plugging you up full of himself. 

As you came down from your highs, Chance pressed soft kisses over your face and neck. Whispering sweet nothings that had you smiling. You returned his affections, pressing a deep kiss to his lips. Trailing your tongue along his bottom lip, then meeting his. 

After a moment, Chance paused. Eyes widening, he shuffled inside you.

“I’m still really hard.” He said. 

You giggled at his shocked expression. 

“Yeah?” You thrust your hips up against him, making him groan. 

Sure, he was very overstimulated, but he still very much wanted to go another round. A hunger returned to his eyes. 

Swiftly, he pulled out of you. The quick action made you whine at the feeling of emptiness. However, Chance had other plans. 

 Eyeing around the room, he spotted something that piqued his interest and made his cock twitch. Across from a small table was a full length mirror. Licking his lips, he grabbed your hand. 

Pulling you up with him, he dragged you to the table. Loving the way he manhandled you, you allowed him to manipulate your body. Pushing you face down on the table, Chance lined his cock up with your sopping entrance. Appreciating the slick dripping down your thighs. In a quick thrust, he filled you up once more. You cried out as he slammed into your sweet spot. 

A strong hand grabbed at your hair, forcing your head up. In front of you, you watched yourself and Chance. His brows furrowed as he thrusted in and out of you. In the mirror he caught your gaze, a smirk crawling to his lips. Leaning down, he nipped at your earlobe and spoke lowly. Eyes still locked with yours. 

“Look at you, taking me so well.” He bit at the sweet spot in the crook of your neck. “Feels like you need me to breed you, fill you up till you can’t take it anymore. Hm?” He tugged on your hair, waiting for you to respond.

“Y-yes! Ah!” He slammed into your sweet spot once more. 

“God, you’re so beautiful.” His hand slid down your front, fingers circling your sensitive clit. “You’re gonna look so good full of me.” He kissed your neck, making you shiver. 

“I-hah-I love it when you fill me, Chance.” The way you said his name, the desperation in your eyes had him shivering. His cock twitching inside you. 

“I love you.” He twisted your head to kiss you, tongue sloppily tangling with yours.

“I love you!” You exclaimed as he thrusted hard into you.

Another orgasm was just on the precipice. Each thrust and swirl over your overstimulated bud had you nearing the peak. 

Chance could feel his own orgasm growing, but yet again, he needed you to finish first. To feel you clench around his length once more before filling you again. 

“C’mon, beautiful, I need to feel you again. Then I can fill this pretty little cunt up.” He groaned at the feeling of you tightening around him at his words.

“Y-yes, please.” You breathed out.

Looking back at the mirror, Chance groaned at the sight of you. Cock stuffing you full as your body lay limp in his arms. Eyes glazed over and mouth hung open letting out a string of moans as he fucked into you. 

One final flick against your sensitive clit had you screaming and clenching around him. Your orgasm hitting you hard, making you spasm against his body. Following behind you, Chance bent you over the table. His release filling you with warmth as his seed filled you again. He groaned against your shoulder, hips still thrusting against you as he came down from his high. Each overstimulating thrust shooting sparks through your body, making you let out hiccupping moans. 

Eventually, he stopped. Pulling out, he groaned at the sight of his spend mixed with your release trailing down your legs. With thick fingers, he gathered up the fluids, stuffing them back into you. You groaned at the feeling. 

“Gotta make sure it takes.” He kissed softly down your back. 

“Mhmm…” You mumbled, unable to move. 

Ever so gently, Chance carried you back to the bed. Body now boneless, you lay there. Allowing Chance to clean you up as he peppered you with kisses and praise. 

“You did so well, so perfect.” He purred, kissing up your neck. “Can’t wait to see you so round and full again.”

You sighed against him, enjoying his warm caresses along your spent body.

“You’re such a good mom, you’re gonna do so well.” He kissed your forehead. 

“You’re a good dad, you know?” You mumbled softly. 

“I am?” He smiled softly, looking down at you curled against his chest.

“Mhmm… It’s kinda hot.” You let out an amused huff.

Chance chuckled, caressing your face lovingly. 

“Guess we’ll really have to make sure it takes then.” He planted a soft kiss against your lips.