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To all the horny bitches who told me to go for it.... These will always be for you... xoxo
“One time,” she pouts, “one time where you know who you’re fucking. Who you’re filling up with your cum.”
“You want me to fuck you?” I whisper against her lips, my tone hard and cold, “I could lose everything because I stuck my dick in your cunt.”
There’s a deafening silence as we all absorb her words. I’m sure Emma is shocked by the matchmaking happening before her, but I can’t control the burn of jealousy that courses through me. My hand tightens on the tongs, and I aggressively pull off the bacon and slam them onto the plate, my jaw aching from how hard I’m grinding my teeth.
If my family knew me, they would know I wanted nothing more than to be a mother, the perfect housewife. But if there was a man, who tried to give me everything, and all I had to do was spread my legs every night for him to fuck another child into me, I would marry him. I wanted to be surrounded by children and the love I never saw growing up.
How sore my pussy is from your husband’s giant cock is what I desperately wanted to say.
“Yeah? You like to be reminded that you took my big fat cock and let me fill you with my cum, baby?”
“You want me to fuck you hard? Pound into your perfect cunt? Make it all puffy and tender again?” I whisper into her ear, licking the shell of it.
She shivers, her nails digging into my back. “Fuck me, Daddy,”
“Fuck, how do you feel so good every time,” he hisses, his fingers kneading my ass and dragging me back onto his cock with every thrust. I smirk, clenching around him purposely, “Because my pussy was made for you.”
“I’m gonna fuck my baby into you,” he grunts, his gaze never leaving mine, “I’m going to fill you with my cum every day till you’re swollen with my child. And I will keep doing it because I need this, I need you.”
“I’ve been thinking about it all day. I think I can have everything settled within a month or two. But you’re mine, Emma. You understand that? I’m serious about us,” his hand drifts to my flat stomach, “I’m serious about this.”
I smirk, “You jerked off to my photos, Uncle Jamie?” He laughs, pulling my hair tighter, “You fucking brat.”
