“Yes,” she rushed out.
“Fuck, baby, you look so sexy like this.” I pushed my cock into her pussy, stroking in and out while I pushed another finger in her ass prepping it for my entry. Once I felt her loosen and relax for me, I pulled out of her soaking wet pussy and slowly pushed the head of my cock into her ass. I paused to take a breath. We both groaned as I leaned over her, pushing my dick all the way in. “Mine,” I stated, biting her ear.
“Own me, Joseph,” she demanded.
“With pleasure, fucking extremely pleasure.” My body straightened as I rocked my hips against her round ass. My cock disappeared between her cheeks and I was losing it at the vision in front of me. I grabbed the belt and tugged slightly as I fucked her from behind.
“Ah, yes, yes,” she panted, lifting her chest off the hood. She was about to come, so I rutted deep into her as we both exploded at the same time. I wanted her screaming as I roared. I took one hand and strummed her clit. “Joe,” she screamed. Her body tensed as she came.
“Rachael,” I howled, gladly following her over.
I rested my head on her back, trying to not pass out. The woman was my undoing. I pulled out to watch my cum drip out of her. It was fucked, but I loved to watch it leave her body. It was as though I was marking her.
I took off my clothes and wiped her with my boxers as she rested on the hood. “Let’s get you in the shower.” I carried her into the house and both of us enjoyed a nice warm bath before the little one woke up. My life couldn’t get any better.
Twenty years later…
Rachael
I married a maniac. After twenty years the man was still chasing me around the house. His appetite was intense, but I wouldn’t complain because I needed him and his touch. The feel of him inside me could never get old.
He was hunting for me since all the kids were away at school. Five kids and the youngest was only ten, but he had afterschool. Now, Mr. Middleton was searching for his prey.
“Rachael, where are you? I’m a starving man,” he called out down the hall. A laugh escaped my throat and I clapped my hand to my mouth but it was too late. The door to the laundry room opened up.
“I found you,” he murmured in a menacing growl, making my heart race.
“You did,” I replied. My breathing was getting heavy with anticipation. I needed my man. Before I knew it, I was in his arms, my bottom half naked and his cock buried in me. I loved that he refused to take off his suit as he fucked me. Knowing he was heading back to the office with my scent all over him turned me on so much.
“Fuck me,” I demanded as he slammed into me. I felt the washer vibrate on my ass as he thrust into me. It wasn’t long until I was screaming his name. “Joe,” I shouted, squeezing his thick cock and taking in all his cum.
“Fuck. Your tight ass pussy is going to break my dick one day.”
“You love it, so hush,” I told him. He pulled me in for a kiss and it was like our first. This man held and kissed me like it was never enough.
“I love you, Rachael. Your tight pussy is an amazing bonus.”
“Mom,” my son’s voice shouted from the front door.
“Shit, I forgot Joey was coming home for the weekend.”
“Oops. The boy should know better by now that my lunch time has always been served at home.”
“Mom,” he called out again.
I gave Joseph a shove and hurried to get my clothes back on. He tucked himself back inside his pants and straightened his suit before stepping out of the laundry room. “Mom’s busy doing the laundry, son. Let’s get a drink before I head to work.”
“Wow, you two never quit. You keep that up and I’ll be having another brother or sister soon.”
“I’m always trying, son.” He chuckled and both of my men walked into the kitchen.
Four weeks later, I looked at the stick in front of me laughing and knowing somehow it had been the laundry room. A sixth baby on the way. I was glad the two eldest were away in college or we were going to have to build an extension on the house. But I don’t doubt that after this one, Joseph would have me pinned to the nearest surface going for number seven. Hell, I would be pinned to the washer as soon as he came home for lunch today. The image of him becoming undone with the news and his body dominating me sent shivers of delight down my spine. Almost twenty-five years and I was still a daydreaming fool for him. Our love was built to last.
“Rachael, where’s my lunch?” He shouted. I smiled, just waiting for him to find me.
The End