your husband really wants a baby !
this request breeding / lactation kink / pussyeating
he comes through the door exhaustedâdrained, tense, worn down everywhere except the place that lights up the second he sees you.
youâre on the bed, soft and warm and thick in every place he loves, and heâs already undoing his shirt as heâs walking toward you because he canât stand being away from your body a second longer.
âcome here,â he mutters, but heâs the one dropping to his knees first.
before you can answer, his hands slide up your thighs, squeezing deep, slow handfuls like he needs to feel the weight of you under his palms before he can breathe right again.
he pushes your knees apart, then leans in and lifts your top just enough to get his mouth on your tits.
he groansâloud, needyâthe moment they spill into his hands. he squeezes them like he owns them, like heâs been dreaming about them all day.
his mouth closes around one nipple, tongue flicking, sucking hard, trying to coax something out of you that your body doesnât give yet.
you gasp, back arching, thighs tensing.
he moans against your skin.
not disappointedâturned on. painfully so.
he pulls back just enough to look at your tits, flushed and wet from his mouth, nipples hard from his tongue.
his mouth trails down your stomach, slow and heavy, leaving warm open-mouthed kisses on the softest parts of you as he goes.
every inch of you he touches softens under him, warms under him, pulls a sound out of his chest that feels closer to a growl than a breath.
he climbs into you with his hands firstâpalms spreading over your stomach, fingers kneading deeper into your thighs like he needs to memorize every curve, every dip, every place he wants to fill.
your thighs fall open for him on instinct, and thatâs all it takes. he hooks his arm under one leg, pushes it up and out of his way, and leans in like heâs starving, mouth latching back onto your tits with a need that borders on desperation.
he sucks harder this timeâslow, dragging pulls that make your nipples ache, that make your back lift off the bed as he works them, tongue circling the peak before he sucks again. he moans each time he does it like heâs willing your body to change under his mouth.
when nothing comes outâwhen your breasts stay full and beautiful but dryâhe pulls back just a fraction, breath shaking, eyes dark with the frustration of wanting something your body hasnât given him yet.
âi want these to flow for me,â he murmurs against your chest, squeezing your tits together, rolling your nipples between his fingers until you gasp, âand iâll keep you full until they do.â
your breath stumbles, and he smilesâa slow, hungry smile meant for only youâthen dips his head to suck your nipple again while his free hand moves lower, sliding between your thighs, fingers brushing through your slick.
youâre already dripping for him.
he groans the moment he feels it.
âthatâs it⌠bodyâs trying,â he mutters, voice thick and low, âjust needs more of my cum. needs it often. needs it deep.â
he moves down your body with a heat that makes your head spin, mouth dragging across your ribs, tongue flicking at the underside of your breasts, lips brushing over your stomach like heâs worshipping you on his way to the place he wants most.
your pussy is soakedâwarm, swollen, slick enough that he can smell you before he even touches you. his eyes go half-lidded and ravenous.
and then his mouth is on you.
no warm-up, no teasingâjust lips and tongue and spit and hunger. he buries his face between your thighs, groaning into your pussy like heâs inhaling life itself.
his tongue drags a slow path from your dripping entrance up to your clit, and when you gasp he sucks it into his mouth like heâs been waiting all day to taste you.
you grind against his mouth without meaning to. he moans like youâve given him permission.
âthatâs it,â he pants into your heat, voice breathless, âgive it to me⌠let me taste everything.â
he sucks your clit again, harder this time, tongue rubbing circles while his nose nudges against your swollen folds. slick smears across his chin, coating his mouth, dripping down toward the bed as he eats you with thick, messy strokes that make your thighs shake.
his hands never stop moving. one arm stays wrapped under your thigh, keeping it hooked high and open, while the other moves back up to your breasts. he cups one, then the other, thumbs brushing your nipples almost reverently before he rolls them between his fingers again.
you gasp, and he groans against your pussy.
âiâm gonna fuck you full,â he whispers against your clit, voice almost shaking, âbreed you so deep your body starts preparing⌠tits getting heavier⌠nipples getting sensitive⌠milk coming in slow⌠youâll give me everything.â
his tongue plunges into your cunt before you can even catch your breath. he fucks you with it, sloppy and desperate, gripping your thigh harder when your hips jerk, holding you right where he wants you so he can lick deeper, push harder, taste more.
the sounds he makes are obsceneâwet, greedy slurps mixed with low growls and breathless groansâlike heâs devouring something heâs needed for years.
he slides two fingers into you without warning, thrusting them deep while his mouth latches back onto your clit.
the sudden stretch makes you moan out, thighs trembling around his head. he moans at the way your pussy grips him, pumping his fingers in deep, slow strokes meant to open you for what heâs planning next.
âgonna fuck you right after this,â he breathes, curling his fingers until your back arches, âgonna fill you so many times tonight your body wonât know how to stay empty.â
his tongue flicks fast, his fingers thrust harder, and his free hand squeezes your tits again.
your whole body tightens. your breath stutters. your thighs shudder against his shoulders as he devours you without stopping, without slowing, without giving you a chance to come down from anything building inside you.
and heâs not stopping until your body starts changing for him.
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