“Yes. You, papi.” his fingers slide through my sopping wet pussy and rubs it up and down my opening making sure to slowly slide up and down my naughty hole as well.
“Should I drink from this pussy first?” he slaps my ass again, knowing it gets me going. I can feel the burning.
“Yessss. Hector, I need you.” I am always so horny when I am pregnant. I am like a fiend who can’t have enough.
“You know I love to drink you from behind, baby. Always sweeter when you’re carrying my seed.” His tongue grazes my clit before moving up my pussy, making wet, sexy noises. He moves further up, licking the juices and sweeping up my crack. My naughty girl hole feels wet and so tight, aching for him to take me there too, but not before his cock penetrates my pussy and makes me worship him. Up and down, sucking and biting he continues his torture until I can’t take anymore, and I scream calling him my Rey. My King. “That’s right my Reina. I am your king. The only one who owns you and this pussy.” he says the last part as he pushes inside of me, slowly, always careful not to harm the baby. But I don’t need him to be gentle. I need him crazed and wild for me, like I am for him.
“The baby is fine, papi. I am not. I thought you wanted me to be happy?” I know this is the thing that gets him worked up thinking I am unhappy.
“Always Corazon. Always.”
“Then FUCK me, Papi.”
“As you wish.” he pulls my hair back and precedes to pummel me, my pussy quivering and swollen from the beating. His thumb goes into my small hole, sending me flying as his pounding gets harder. “Look at that pussy open up for this big fucking cock inside of it. So pink and tight. Even after birthing my kids this pussy is fucking small. Son of a bitch. Kings have killed for pussy like this.” I move my hand between my legs, pinching my clit as my second orgasm comes upon me. “Shit baby. I’m coming. Get there, Corazon. FUCK!” he grunts out right before I feel the heat of his seed fill me up and I fall over with him. I groan as he pulls out of me, missing him already. His seed dripping down my thighs as I sit up. He lays down and pulls me against him on my side, rubbing my stomach. “Is my little girl ok?”
“She is fine, papi.”
“Good. How is my main girl doing?” he asks, kissing my head.
“Mmm...Good...tired...satisfied.” I smile as I say the last part.
“That is always my goal, Corazon. I need you to be happy and healthy. You and the lives that we have create, are always my first priority. I live and breathe for all of you. I love you, baby. Thank you for coming to me, baby. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for giving me you, this and our family.”
“You got it wrong, my King. It’s you who gave me all this. You never gave up on me, on us. You did all you could to show me that you would have my back and love me until the end of time. So, thank you. For understanding it was about more than me.”