NSFW. husband!Satoru canât keep his mouth off his pregnant wifeâs tits | kinda part two of this one
You woke up to a heavy, delicious warmth pooling over your chest and a sharp, frantic tug of pleasure rippling straight down to your core.Â
You didnât even need to open your eyes to know what was happening. It was just past dawn, and Satoru was at it again.
Satoru had always been an obsessive man. Completely devoted to you. But at six months pregnant, your body had become his personal religion. Your belly was round, heavy, and undeniably prominent beneath the sheets, but your tits? They had easily doubled in size â full, aching, and constantly leaking thick, sweet droplets of early milk.
And Satoru was practically feral for it.
He had one large hand firmly cupped around the underside of your right breast, shoving the overflowing flesh upward, while his mouth was clamped greedily over your left nipple. He was sucking with a desperate, rhythmic hunger, his tongue flicking expertly over the sensitive peak as he swallowed every drop you produced.
A soft, breathless moan slipped past your lips as you shifted lazily against the mattress. Your core was already slick and throbbing, soaked through your underwear, just from the way his mouth worked over you. You were so damn used to this by now. Ever since youâd started leaking a few weeks ago, waking up to Satoru nursing on you like a starving man had become your absolute favorite daily routine.
You reached down, fingers tangling in his thick, snow-white hair, and gently gripped a handful of it, pulling his head just a fraction closer to keep him locked against your skin.
Satoru let out a muffled, appreciative growl against your chest. His free hand slid down your body, lingering possessively over the curve of your belly before continuing lower. He grabbed your ass, palm spreading wide and squeezing the soft cheek in a slow, claiming grip that made you arch into him.
He pulled his mouth off your nipple with a loud, wet pop, leaving the skin slick, red, and glistening with saliva. He looked up at you from between your tits, blue eyes blown wide and dark with lust. A thin, milky drop was smeared across his lower lip; he swiped his tongue over it lazily, grinning like a sinner.
âMorning, babyâ he rasped, his morning voice thick, gravelly, and entirely wrecked. âDid I wake my favorite mommy?â
âShut up,â you breathed, a hot blush rushing to your cheeks, though your hips automatically bucked up a fraction against the mattress, chasing the phantom friction. âYouâre insatiable.â
âLook at you,â he murmured, ignoring your complaint entirely as his gaze dropped right back to your heavy breasts. He squeezed the right one firmly. âLook how swollen and heavy they get every morning. Youâre leaking all over yourself again, baby. So ready for daddy.â
âGod, SatoruâŠâ you moaned, your fingers tightening just a bit in his hair, guiding him back down. âStop talking and just eat.â
He didnât need to be told twice.
With a low, wicked laugh, he dove straight back in. This time he didnât hold back. He switched to the other breast, sucking so hard and deep that a sharp, exquisite jolt of heat speared straight through your body, making your toes curl. Then, suddenly, he slowed.Â
He pulled back just enough to drag the flat of his tongue in a long, deliberate stroke from the underside of your breast all the way up to the nipple. Slow. Thorough. Obsessive. He did it again, and again, catching every fresh bead of milk that welled up and swirling his tongue around the peak before sucking it clean.
The wet, smacking sounds of him nursing echoed loudly in the quiet bedroom, mixed with your ragged, needy breathing.
âFuck, you taste so sweet,â he muttered against your skin, his words vibrating right through your chest. âDrinking straight from the source⊠knowing my baby is growing in thereâit drives me out of my goddamn mind.â
His hand slipped beneath the elastic of your sleep shorts, his long fingers parting your wet folds with zero hesitation. When his middle finger pressed directly against your dripping, ultra-sensitive clit, you let out a sharp gasp, your back arching off the mattress.
âSo fucking wet,â Satoru praised, his voice dropping into that filthy, hypnotic register that always made your brain short-circuit. âLook how soaked you are just from me sucking on your tits, sweetheart. Youâre a dripping mess. You want daddyâs thick milk inside you again, don't you? Want me to milk these big, heavy tits dry and then fill mommyâs pretty pussy right after?â
âYesâSatoru, please, fuck, right thereââ you stammered, your hips grinding mindlessly against his fingers as he began moving them in fast, tight, relentless circles over your clit while his mouth stayed locked on your breast, sucking hard and deep.Â
The way his mouth greedily drained your swollen breasts while his fingers rubbed your clit without mercy was entirely too much. Your vision blurred at the edges. Your belly felt heavy and warm, your tits aching with a sweet, burning pressure that begged to be touched harder, sucked harder, used more.
âAhhâ Iâm gonna cumâÂ
It hit you fast. Your thighs clamped around his wrist as the first orgasm crashed through you â sharp, sudden, and overwhelming. A broken cry tore from your throat while your clit pulsed wildly under his fingers.Â
He kept sucking and rubbing you through every wave, milking the climax out of you until you were trembling and gasping his name.
âSatoruâfuck me, please. I need moreâ
Only then did he lift his head, his lips swollen, flushed, and glistening, breath hot against your skin as he crawled up your body. He pressed his hard, heavy length against your thigh.
âOpen your legs wider for me, baby,â he commanded, his voice dark with absolute authority.
You parted your knees immediately, wrapping your legs around his waist as he loomed over your rounded belly, looking down at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the entire worldâand the dirtiest, most delicious fantasy heâd ever laid hands on.
âYouâre carrying my baby, your belly is round and heavy, your tits are practically overflowing with milk, you just came all over my fingers and now youâre begging me to ruin you,â he whispered fiercely, freeing his cock before pressing the blunt head right against your entrance. One large hand settled gently over the curve of your stomach, stroking it with slow, reverent caresses even as his cock nudged deeper. âYou belong to me so completely itâs sick. Spread those legs wider, let me see my big-bellied, milk-leaking girl take every single inch of this.â
He pushed in carefully âslow, controlled, mindful of the six-month bumpâuntil he was fully seated inside you. The stretch punched a broken moan from your throat. Satoruâs forehead dropped against yours for a second, breathing hard, while his hand kept stroking over your belly in soft, continuous circles.
âThatâs it⊠take daddy nice and deep,â he murmured, starting to move in long, careful thrusts. âFeel how full you are? My cock in this tight little pussy, my baby growing right here under my hand⊠and these perfect, leaking tits just waiting for me to empty them again.â
He fucked you like thatâdeep, steady, almost worshipfulâuntil your thighs started shaking. Every time he bottomed out he pressed a little firmer against your belly, like he needed the constant reminder of what heâd put inside you.
âGonna fill mommy up,â he growled against your mouth, voice cracking with restraint. âYou want that, baby?â
âYes, Satoru â fuck â I want to be so full of cum Iâll feel it for days. Want another baby in me the second this one comes out.â
Something in him snapped.
The careful, worshipful thrusts turned sharp and deep. Satoru braced one hand beside your head and the other stayed locked over your swollen belly, fingers spread wide like he needed to feel every jolt of his cock slamming into you. His hips snapped forward harder, wet and filthy, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the room mixed with the soft, rhythmic slap of your heavy tits bouncing with every thrust.
âFuckâlook at you,â he panted, blue eyes almost black. âSix months pregnant, tits leaking, and still begging for more of my cum. So fucking greedy for itâ
He drove in deeper, angling so the thick head of his cock dragged hard against that swollen spot inside you on every stroke. Your nails dug into his shoulders.Â
âThatâs it. Take it. Take every fucking inch while you carry my baby.â His voice was wrecked, desperate. âGonna pump you so full it drips down your thighs for the rest of the day. Gonna keep you dripping and swollen and marked as mine.â
His filthy words pushed you toward the edge faster and faster, your second orgasm building with every one that left his mouth.Â
One hand left your belly only long enough to shove two fingers into your mouth; you sucked them greedily while he watched, eyes wild. When he pulled them free he smeared the spit over one leaking nipple and pinched it, making you whimper.
âFeel how deep I am?â he snarled, thrusting so hard the headboard knocked the wall. âFeel my cock stretching this pregnant pussy open? Youâre gonna come on it. Youâre gonna milk me with those tight little wallsâ
Your belly tightened under his palm. Your thighs shook violently around his waist. The wet, filthy sounds of him pounding into you filled the room.
âSatoruâIâm gonnaâfuck, Iâmââ
âCome,â he ordered, voice breaking. âCome on daddyâs cock, babyâpleaseâ
You shattered with a broken, high cry, walls clamping down around him so hard he cursed. Your whole body jerked and pulsed beneath him. Satoru didnât last another three thrusts. He slammed in to the hilt and came with a raw, animal sound â thick, hot pulses flooding you so deep it made your stomach tighten. He kept grinding through it, forcing every drop inside while his hand stayed pressed over your belly like he was holding both of you together.
He stayed buried, panting against your neck, hips still giving tiny, involuntary thrusts as the last spurts left him. Cum was already starting to leak out around his cock, warm and messy between your thighs.
Only then did the urgency finally melt away. Satoru's breathing gradually steadied. He pressed a lingering kiss to the side of your neck, then another beneath your jaw before carefully slipping out and rolling onto his side, making sure not to put any weight on your stomach. His hand found the gentle curve of your belly almost immediately, thumb tracing slow, absentminded circles over your skin.
âYou okay, baby?â he asked quietly, brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face. His blue eyes searched yours, all concern now. âDid I go too hard? Need some water? Want me to clean you up?â
A sleepy laugh escaped you. You cupped his cheek, your thumb grazing along his jaw as he instinctively leaned into your touch.
âYou switch from absolute pervert to worried husband and soon-to-be dad so fast it's honestly impressive.â you teased, still catching your breath. âWasnât I your cock slut like... five seconds ago?â
Satoruâs lips twitched. He caught your wrist and pressed a kiss to your palm.
âYou know Iâd never call you that.â
âMaybe you shouldâ you murmured with a grin.
âOh my god,â he mumbled. âMy wife is filthy.â
âI know! Thatâs why I'm shocked.â
You laughed, and he kissed you againâslow this time, unhurried, before resting his forehead against yours.
âI love you,â he whispered. âSo fucking much.â
âI love you too.â you murmured as your fingers slipped into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp
Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed a few tissues.
âLet me clean you up,â he said softly. âThen I'm getting you water, and after that I'm holding you until you fall asleep again.â
You opened your mouth to protest. He pressed a finger lightly against your lips.
You rolled your eyes but settled deeper into the pillows as he got out of bed.Â
Honestly, after the way your husband had thoroughly fucked you into the mattress, going back to sleep sounded like an excellent idea.
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