#pussyworship

[bisexualdread]

Thinking about starting a pussy worship cult. Imagine a group of women who have embraced the devine feminine all living in nature, just baking bread and smoking weed and having deliciously playful orgies. This is a religion I could get behind.

[truthfrommyside]

Throughout history, an undeniable force has shaped human existence, influencing every moment, thought, and action: the essence of femininity, symbolized by the pussy. This ancient power compels men to act in ways they never imagined, driving them to fight wars, build empires, and lay down their lives. Men, despite their physical strength, have always been drawn to this subtle dominion.

Women have long understood this power, encoded in their DNA. It brings them love, security, control, and happiness. This ultimate source of energy transfer sustains life and shapes the universe. Wise men have tried to describe it, seeing it as both a divine sanctuary and a place of immense power.

The closest a man can ever come to God, to feel or see divinity, is when he orgasms from a woman's pussy. In that moment, he experiences a glimpse of heaven, creating an addiction to this celestial ecstasy. This profound connection makes him return again and again, seeking that divine sensation between her legs.

Conversely, women experience the power of a goddess as they draw men into their pussy. This mutual exchange is a sacred dance, a testament to the profound power and mystery of the feminine goddess.

For centuries, women have smiled knowingly, aware of a power men will never fully grasp. This power has resided between their legs since eternity. A woman can lose everything but only needs to open her legs to reclaim it all. This is a power unparalleled, making and breaking lives, intuitively wielded by women.

Yet, this power has a vulnerability. It must be nourished. Without sustenance, it can transform into a beast, driving a woman to madness. An intelligent creature resides between her legs, demanding regular sustenance. When fed, it holds unimaginable power; when starved, it wreaks havoc on her mind and body.

This interplay of forces has shaped civilizations, reminding us of the balance between strength and subtlety, control and surrender. Men strive to understand this enigmatic force, while women wield it with timeless wisdom.

[dominantlover]

Obedience is the bedrock of a submissive's existence. You listen attentively, obeying every command with unwavering devotion. Surrendering willingly, you find fulfillment in serving and trust in their submission fosters a profound connection with their dominant counterpart. Come to me my loves…I don’t bite ☺️

[walkerj38866]

Day 2 of being locked. My shaft keeps getting hard thinking about how I can’t touch myself but want to do bad. I keep getting on tumbler and looking at photos of female face sitting, punishment and degrading kinks hoping my wife would do it to me but she’s a pillow princess and won’t

[walkerj38866]

Being locked in my cage even if I only made it 7/13 days made me realize this more then I could every realize.

[angelltheninth]

Honkai Star Rail Men + I Love it When You Moan My Name

Pairing: Argenti, Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Dan Heng, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Veritas Ratio, Welt x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, praise, moaning, being manhandled, fingering, kissing, blowjob, slight dom/sub dynamics, cock riding, pussyworship, cunnlingus, overstimulation, double-dick

A/N: I like doing these longer imagines. Like mini-fics.

He was always a man of words, a man of his oath. For him the fact that you said his name while he made love to you, almost every night at that, was the same as you taking an oath to him. "A bit louder pretty, I want to hear you. I love it when you moan my name." He kissed against your cheek as he lifted your hips slightly so his cock could slide in deeper.

"Why do you always insist on that?" You brushed his amber hair behind his cheek and his pale skin warmed with a pink flush instantly.

"It is wrong of a man to want to hear his name from the woman he loves?" His hips slowed to deeper thrusts, his cock dragging along your inner walls every time.

You sighed at the sensation of him going so deep. "Argenti."

His cock stirred immediately, pushing all the way inside your pulsing pussy. "You make me feel special, loved. I want to worship you when you say my name like that." Argenti whispered and felt your hands on his cheeks. "Can I… do that for you?"

"Argenti." You moaned and he began moving again, faster every time you moaned his name. "Argenti!" His name became your own prayer, a lifeline as your body pressed against his, shaking and pussy pulsing around his gushing cock.

Aventurine was a gambling man. He always has his eyes on the prize, in this case on the lovely hostess who just so happens to be his secret girlfriend. He loves you and he loves making bets with you. There's not a lot of risk involved, at least nothing bad.

"Stop staling." You demanded and rolled your hips to take his cock deeper into your pussy. "It's been the whole day, the entire damn shift of you and your fingers teasing me. Just fuck me like you said you would." It was one of the punishments for losing the bet. One among a few, there were also rules but when he looked at you with that shit-eating grin you wanted to break all the rules.

"Bold words for someone who should be happy to take orders now. Didn't I say you should endure this for as long as you can? And what was it that you said back to be? Oh yeah…" He pushed his cock balls deep and then fully out, leaving you empty. "You told me you could do this all day."

"You… god damn, smug piece of…" Your legs locked around him instantly upon his cock pushing back in. "I can't take it anymore." You bit your lip, remembering the other part of the bet. "Aventurine." His purple eyes shined when you called his name, his hips moved forward again. "Aventurine."

"Good girl. You need something, you call my name. I love it when you moan my name." Aventurine would never not honor a bet.

"Aven-turine." His name sounded broken on your lips, interrupted by his cock pounding at your insides. You wanted more. "Aventurine, Aventurine!" You kissed and called his name against his ear, licking around the shining earing, your cunt dripping on his cock and balls, "Av-!"

You swore you would never say his name no matter what. Be it trouble, pain, sadness, or even pleasure. And so far you managed to abstain from it in all those situations. He knew what you were doing, he knew all too well. Blade always called your name but it sounded like some kind of curse.

He pulled your hair back, your head following his grip. "Still so stubborn with me after all those orgasms. I commend you on that at least." The following snicker didn't sound like he was commending you though, it was more like he was mocking you and while you were still coming on his cock no less.

It didn't seem like he was stopping any time soon, still so hard inside of you he began moving again. Your pussy tightened again, overstimulated to the point of almost feeling pain.

"I won't say it." You gritted through clenched teeth and reached back to grab him by his hair too. Kissing was the only way to make absolutely sure now. You didn't trust your body or your heart anymore, you couldn't control them around… "Blade."

Blade gasped, barely audible under the sounds of your pussy taking his dick. He heard it, you knew he did because his pace quickened, more, deeper, "Yes, darling. I love when you moan my name. Finally, finally you're all mine."

His thrusts and his hands grew more possessive by the moment. He was intent on showing you you were his now, not just your body which was already his from the moment you first had sex but your heart and your soul as well. All of you, it belonged to Blade and Blade alone.

"You should have seen the guy, I swore he pissed his pants when he was standing down the barrel of my gun!" His barked out laughing at the men he was talking to.

In one hand he had his drink which he was casually swirling in the glass, the other hand was below the table, much more busy under your long dress. Thankfully the smooth sound of music and constant chatter and laughter helped cover up the little whimpers you occasionally made. As well as the squelches.

The men he was talking to were non the wiser to what he was doing either. After all you were Boothill's wife so it was a given that you'd cling to him when he just returned after weeks of being on the road.

One of the men leaned in a bit closer. "Those skills of yours are really something, enough to make your missy here happy. But I saw some men eyeing here while you were away, you might wanna consider staying a bit longer this time. Else you might come back and find her in someone's else's arms."

"Nah, my beautiful wife would never cheat on me. Isn't that right darlin'? Aren't I the best? Tell them who do you like the most." He grinned as you opened your mouth only to groan from his fingers curling and rubbing against your sensitive spot. Your pussy tightened around his digits. You swallowed hard before moaning.

"Boothill." His name fell from your lips for all to hear.

"There you have it everyone. She's my wife. Remember that." Boothill's voice dropped to a shaper threatening degree before he grinned with that toothy smile again. "And you, I love it when you moan my name like that, making everyone know you're my woman."

One of Dan Heng's cocks was more than enough to make you lose your mind. Two were almost too much but you took them both anyway, one in your pussy and the other in your ass, fucking you deep with the exact same ferocity.

"Dan Heng… faster, I can take it, I promise I can take both your cocks." You pushed yourself up and onto all fours, making the man behind you growl and surge forward. "That's better. More."

"I could hurt you. This is already a lot for a human. You don't have to- ah! Tight holes… damn it-!" He was breathing hard, shaking and trying to hold himself back. Ignoring his desires and instincts got easier over the years, at least he thought so before he met you and awakened to his true self again. "Must… not…"

"Yes you can my love. What ever it is you can. I'm letting you. I love you Dan Heng." You confessed as you pushed and rocked your body against his.

His arms embraced you around your hips, his thrusts getting wilder, not painful but so intense that the pleasure made you dizzy. "Moan my name again, I love it when you moan my name. I love… you… I want to fill you up." That was Dan Heng's confession.

Both your pussy and asshole squeezed his cocks at the same time, trapping them until they shot warm seed out, filling both your holes, making them drip and overflow with warmth.

The knight moaned between your legs. his tongue lapping at your dripping hole. When he said he would pamper you today you didn't realize he meant it like this. Not that you'd dream about complaining, no, never. "So good… Gepard, love when you get like this."

He chuckled as he licked his way up your pussy slowly, his tongue never leaving and wrapped his lips around your swollen clit.

"Right there, don't stop, keep going, I'm so close, Gepard!" You didn't even know what words you were saying anymore only that they made the blonde knight between your legs work harder to please you. "Gepard! C-Coming!" His mouth opened wide, thirty for the taste of you on his tongue. You heard him hiss when you pulled his hair, pushed him closer but he never stopped licking your clit, not until your body fell against the bed, boneless.

"Gods above, sweetheart. You uhm… that was a lot." Now that he sat back up you saw how hard he was blushing, and how wet his face was with your horny juices. "You kept calling my name over and over."

"So? Was it embarrassing?" You suddenly felt self-conscious about it. "If you don't like it I'll stop."

"What?! No! Please don't ever stop! I… I love it when you moan my name. I wanted to moan yours too, only… my mouth was quite busy." Gepard sheepishly smiled before reaching for his discarded shirt to clean his face with. "Perhaps I could learn to do that thing you mentioned, the one where I spell letters with me tongue." Oh. Oh, he was determined now.

He had you on his lap, in his office, on his cock, making noises for him. Yet you could tell by the relaxed look on his face that it wasn't enough. He was feeling good, his cock pulsing in your pussy, leaking with cum. But… "What do you need me to do, sir?"

"Hm?" He blinked, fingers tapping on your thighs. His smile made you melt on the inside. "What? I already have you where I want you."

"No." You cupped his cheeks and looked deep into his stormy eyes, "I want you to come. For that you seem to need me to do something for you. What is it? You know I'm at your disposal today." This was a secret arrangement, or as secret as your looks could keep it. Friend, secretary, lover, sparing partner, you had all those roles in Jing Yuan's life.

"Then would you moan my name as you come? I enjoy how it sounds." His grip intensified and your hips rolled forward, clit pressing against his hard abs. "Go on, no one is here this late. Only I will hear you. I love it when you moan my name, do it and I'll come inside of you. I know it's what you've been craving all day."

Damn him and his ability to read what was on your mind so easily. Not that you tried to hide it when you bent down and gave him a full view of your naked, dripping cunt, hidden only by your short skirt.

"Jing Yuan." It only took saying it once for him to come. You weren't far behind, riding his cock like your sanity depended on it. His head pushed between your tits, his mouth moaning what sounded like your name but you couldn't tell over the fast smacking sounds of your ass against his strong thighs.

"Sampo, Sampo slow down!" You moaned into your hand, trying to stifle your cries of pleasure. The assassin retaliated by nibbling on your clit, causing you to cry out and have to brace against the headboard of the large bed.

"Not possible, my sweet. I'm only here for a few hours and those hours are almost up you know. I won't leave without eating you out." He smiled against your shaking thighs and pushed them further apart with his hands. "Call my name again, let the whole estate hear their mistress moaning."

With misty eyes you looked down at your boyfriend, the lower half of his face hidden but his eyes betrayed his amusement of your situation. When ever he visited he fucked you like there wouldn't be a next time and in his line of work maybe there wouldnt be. But he never let you worry about that, only interested in making you scream his name over and over.

"Sampo, please, I can't- too much… too much…!" He bit your clit again and licked it a moment later, making you all but scream for him as you came all over his face.

"I know you can, you did, you did so well tonight. You moaned for me so much, I love it when you moan like that, moan my name so loud like you can't control yourself." Sampo went back to kissing your inner thighs, this time avoiding your puffy, sensitive pussy so he wouldn't realize make it uncomfortable for you.

Eventually he helped you get off of him and pulled you against his chest. "Don't you have to-" His arms tightened around you in retaliation of what you were about to say. A few more minutes won't kill anyone.

Veritas groaned as he looked under his desk and saw that you stopped moving. "Brat, why did you stop?" His hand left the pencil and went to your hair instead. "Keep sucking."

"How about you ask me nicely, Veritas." You smiled against his red tip.

His eye twitched at your attitude. Why were you always like this, putting up a fight, giving him this sort of responce, making things difficult when they could be so easy. All you had to do was listen to him. "We both know I don't need to do that for a whore like yourself to give me a blowjob."

You leaned your cheek against his leg and traced a finger up his twitching dick. "Veritas, you know what I want you to say." Two could play this game. If he thought he could make you do what ever he wanted when ever he wanted then there would be a price to pay. Oh not much, just his admission.

He groaned and leaned back, hand over his face, hiding his blush. "I… love it… when you moan my name. There I said it, now could you- fuck!" Veritas was a man of logic and reason as much as he was a man of lust and you knew how to make those things work in your favor.

A few words said in the right order, a formula, and you would give his cock all the pleasure it could ask for, you'd suck him dry as many times as he wanted to.

"Ah… Welt… don't tease me. Please not now." You clung onto your husband's jacket while he hovered above you, his glasses almost sliding off his face. His fingers flicked your clit again, quite quickly too.

"Tease you? Is that what I'm doing? I was under the impression I was making my lovely wife feel good after a long day. But if Im not then I can stop. Although then you wouldn't be moaning my name and you know how much I love it when you moan my name. I'm at a loss." He pretended like he was clueless about your frustrations.

You hissed and pushed your cunt closer to his fingers. "No, no, don't, don't stop, make me come, Welt."

Welt leaned down to kiss you softly, not too long of a kiss but enough to convey how much he missed you today. Two fingers spread your folds open and his middle finger swipped upwards to your aching clit, rolling against it, rubbing the slick over it.

"Thank you, yes, make me come with your fingers." Even if you tried you wouldn't be able to keep your voice down now.

Good thing that you didn't give in and do this while you were at work because you could have gotten caught very easily.

[curlyfries967-blog]

The Disciplinary

Word Count: 17.0k+

WARNING NSFW HAS HEAVY SMUT and Fluff

ShowerSex, PregnancySex, PussyWorshiping, Fingering, Oral F. Receiving, BratTaming, PraiseKink, MirrorSex, BDSM, Oral M Receiving, Spooning, Doggystyle, Aftercare, Dom! Miguel. It's not your cup of tea then find something else to read.

You woke up after a restless night. You were having the hardest time staying asleep lately. You were so close to your due date, and you were getting more anxious by the day. You sat up and rubbed your swollen stomach, feeling your baby moving inside. Your mind was going a mile a minute. You couldn't help but feel nervous about the future.

Suddenly the door to your room opened, and your husband came in carrying some breakfast for you. He looked concerned as he approached you. He had been so worried about you, and he was hoping you were doing well.

"Amor? Are you feeling well?" (Love?) Miguel padded in wearing gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his waist. His chest was on full display for the world to see. The aroma of Bacon, Egg, and ham filled the bedroom. Your mouth salivated automatically. Following behind him was a smaller younger version of him holding a glass of Orange juice. The small child had a white shirt that was stained with light orange blotches that you gathered that might have happened in the kitchen.

"I'm good," you said with a warm smile. Your husband looked so handsome - even with the sweat pants on. You couldn't help but feel the pang of desire in your stomach when you saw him. Your baby was kicking like crazy, and you had to laugh. You couldn't help but smile, though, when you saw your son beside your husband. Your face lit up, and you were overcome with joy.

"Mamí, I got you juice," your son chimed in as Miguel placed your plate of food on your night stand. "Here!" He pushes the plastic cup towards your stomach. "Easy, Mijo." (Son) Miguel retrieves the cup from his beloved son, "Mamí will drink some after she finishes eating, okay?" His bright eyes beam happily, "Okay, papí." As your husband put the plate next to you, you dug in.

"Mhm," you mumbled around a mouthful of food. You were so hungry - you could never seem to get enough to eat lately. You were craving anything and everything. You ate with a voracious appetite, loving every bite you took. It was hard to believe that your life would be changing so much so soon. You were about to have a baby! It seemed so surreal, and you were full of emotions - nerves, excitement, fear, all at once.

Your husband looked so content next to you as he watched you eat, and he couldn't help but smile.

You were so happy. What better way to start your morning? You couldn't help but smile back at your son and feel a rush of emotions. You were so lucky. You had everything in the world right here, and you were so grateful for that.

You ate quickly, wanting to get to that glass of juice already. You could smell it, and it was calling out to you. You loved orange juice, and you just couldn't wait to drink it. After you quickly finished your food, you reached out for the glass that was still in Miguel's hand.

Your husband laughed as you quickly finished your food. You couldn't get enough to eat right now, and he was more than happy to feed you. You smiled back at your son, and it felt like everything was complete. You had everything you could have wanted in that moment, and you were so thankful for it.

You grabbed the glass and took a deep drink. The juice was delicious, and it was everything you wanted. You couldn't help but let out a content sigh as you took another sip. Everything was perfect right now, and you hoped it would always be this way.

"The orange juice tastes delicious, sweetie" you complimented your little boy. He rubs his nose grinning up at you. "I made it all by myself!" He announces proudly places his hands on his hips.

You smiled down at your son. He was so sweet and so precious. You had no idea how you got so lucky to have him in your life. You loved being his mother, and you loved that he was so proud of himself.

"You did a good job, my love," you said with a tender smile. "The juice is great." You looked over at your husband, and you couldn't help but chuckle. The two of them looked just alike; they were practically twins.

"And what's so funny?" Miguel asked regarding you curiously. "He's a mini me of you," you looked at your son and then at the superhuman. He shared similar mannerisms with his father of course the occasional pouting, sassy attitude, and hands on his hips. But appearance wise he had the most gorgeous hair ever taking after his father. He had kind eyes just like you and your Contagious laughter. Two gaps of missing teeth which he lost while learning how to play soccer.

"Nothing. Just thinking about how similar the two of you look," you said with a fond smile. You couldn't help but marvel at your son. He was such a cutie, and you couldn't believe that he was yours. You were so lucky to be his mother, and you loved him so much. He was so precious.

"You look so adorable right now," you said with a laugh as you ran a hand through your son's hair. You loved his soft curls, and you loved your son's sweet, kind face. He was such a good child.

"Mamí," he says ,"Papí said we're going to the Aquarium today!" You blinked surprised at the news he shared with you. You looked at your handsome half and placed a hand on your belly. "Oh?" You paused, unsure if you could walk and keep up with them, "Did he now?"

"He did indeed," your husband said with a laugh. "Cosito was very insistent that we all go. I have to admit, I'm looking forward to it too." He winked in your direction and reached out to touch your growing belly. "Do you think you're up for it?" he asked with a smile. You could see the excitement in his eyes, and you loved how much he loved his family. It made your heart swell.

However, You wanted to tell him that you haven't been sleeping well the last couple of weeks. You don't want to walk on your poor swollen feet. But your son's happiness was everything to you and you didn't want to take that away from him. "Maybe..." You said nervously biting the bottom of your lip.

"If you're not feeling up to it, we can cancel," your husband responded. You could see the concern in his bronze eyes as he looked at you. You could tell he was worried about you, and you appreciated that. "We could stay here together and watch something on tv. We don't have to go if you don't want to."

You loved your husband. He was so caring, and he always put your needs before anyone else's. He was the perfect partner, and you couldn't believe how lucky you were to have him.

"Papí you promised that we'd go to the aquarium together," the 6 year old cried as he stomped his foot in protest. "You said we'd go today!"

You smiled as you watched your son. He had so much personality, and of course, he definitely got that from his father. You couldn't help but chuckle at the cute little hissy fit he was having. You loved that your son could be so dramatic and full of life.

"We can go, then, my love," you assured him with a smile. "It'll be fine. I promise. But you'll have to be a good little boy while we're there, okay?" You gave your husband a wry grin as you spoke.

"Remember your mother has your baby sister in her belly," Miguel reminds his son softly chastising him, "Be mindful of the two of them." The little human wraps his tiny arms around your arm. "But Mamí said Yes already!" He was smart to use you as a shield to hide from his Father's disapproving tone.

You laughed as you watched your son and your husband. The two of them really were so much alike. You knew exactly what your son was doing, and you loved him so much for it. You were happy to do whatever you could to protect your child.

You looked down at your son. "Well then it's settled then," you said with a gentle smile. "We'll go to the aquarium today. It'll be fun. But remember what your father said - be a good boy today, okay? And mind us both." You gave him a quick peck on the head.

"Go get Dressed, " Miguel told him. He ran out of your shared bedroom to his own room. Miguel gets up from the side of the bed and offers you two hands to pull you up. You take them and you groan as you struggle to stand on your feet. You huff winded rubbing your belly as the baby kick at the sudden movement. "She's so active," you wince.

You grunted in pain as you struggled to stand on your feet. You were in so much pain now. Everything hurt. You were so close to the end of your pregnancy, and it was taking a toll. You huffed and puffed, trying to catch your breath. Your baby was kicking and moving, and it was hard to concentrate.

"You okay, my love?" he asked with a concerned look on his face. You nodded and tried to smile through your fatigue and pain. "It'll be fine," you said with a strained smile.

"We don't have to go, mi amor. I don't want you to put any more strain on your body" he reassures you by running his thumb over the back of your hand. You were annoyed that he was still fussing over you. You already gave your kid your word. And you weren't going to let him down.

"I promised him," you said with a stubborn grin. "I can't go back on that now. I'll be fine. I promise." You sighed and leaned on your husband. The pain was intense, but you tried to smile through it.

You took a deep breath and tried to focus. "I can do this. We can do this," you said with a determined look on your face. You weren't going to let anything stop you from keeping your word to your son. You were so close to the end, and it was hard to believe that your baby would be here soon.

Your husband helped you gently pull off your clothes and put them aside. Your belly was so big now it was hard to do anything, but your husband was always careful with you. He was so patient and kind.

You stood there in your underwear staring at your reflection in the mirror. You were so swollen, and it was hard to be comfortable. You had stretch marks around your belly, thighs and sides. Your breasts were absolutely swollen. It was difficult to dress appropriately; everything modest you had would come out looking scandalous. Pregnancy was hard. And you would admit you're an emotional train wreck when your husband will bring you the wrong color of conchas.

You sighed as you looked at your swollen body in the mirror. The stretch marks were so obvious now, and you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Your body was changing so much, and it was hard to accept it sometimes. Your breasts had grown so much, and it was hard to find clothing that fit you comfortably. Your body was changing so much, and you were constantly worried about it.

You glanced up at your husband, and you couldn't help but smile. He was always so patient and understanding. He never made you feel bad for your body changing. You were so lucky to have him.

"What's on your mind, Hermosa?" He asked, noticing your gaze was locked on the reflection. "My body is different," You mused, "I don't like how much I've changed physically..." He held an outfit for her in his hand. He fist tightened on the piece of fabric as he walked up behind her.

"I'm just thinking about my body," you said with a sigh. "It's so different now. I know that it has to change for our baby, but it's hard sometimes." You couldn't help but feel insecure at times about how your body was changing. It was hard to recognize yourself sometimes, and you were constantly worried about how you looked.

You turned to look up at your husband, and he could see the worry in your eyes. "Do you think I'm still beautiful?" you asked with a sad grin. "I've changed so much."

"You are so beautiful," your husband said with an earnest smile. "Your body is changing, yes, but you are more beautiful than you have ever been. You are carrying our child inside of you right now, and I could not be more proud of you. You are doing a wonderful job, and you should be proud of yourself."

He took your hand in his and gave you a gentle, loving smile. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world to me," he said with a soft, tender tone. "No matter what you look like, nothing could ever change that."

You teared up rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hands. You sniffled finding his brown eyes in the mirror. "Even with snot running down my face?" You bawled crying harder. Miguel smiles, chuckling softly as he turns your body and pulls you into a warm comforting embrace. "Si, con mocos y todo," (Yes, with snot and everything) he said affectionately.

You cried into his chest, unable to control yourself. You were so hormonal right now, and it was hard to keep your emotions in check. You cried for a while, but he just held you close and comforted you as best he could.

"I'll love you no matter what, my love," he said with a gentle smile. "Even with the snot and the swollen belly." He kissed your forehead and rubbed your back as you cried. "I will always love you," he said softly, "nothing will ever change that." You were so lucky to have him.

"Sorry, my love," you mumbled as you pulled away from him. You were so embarrassed by the mess you had made on him, but he just laughed it off. "It's okay. This doesn't bother me," he said with a smile. You were so grateful for him and for how understanding he was.

He wiped away your tears, and he kissed you gently. "You okay?" he asked with a loving look in his eyes. You were so overwhelmed with love for him. You nodded meekly, feeling better now.

"I need a shower," you murmured, feeling gross.

"I won't be long," he says, flashing you a smile.

You grabbed a robe and covered yourself up. You left the closet the went to the bathroom.

"LYLA," Miguel called out, an orange hologram of a tiny woman with a bob appeared before him.

"Hey, Jefe," (Boss)

"Keep the kid occupied for me please." He said.

"I'm not a babysitter, Miggy."

"No, but you're a pretty cool A.I. that can do anything."

"I am pretty cool," she says looking down at her nails.

"Can you help me wash up?" A mischievous crooked smile blessed his sharp features. Miguel grinned at your hesitation, and he knew exactly what you were thinking. "B-but our son," you stammered knowing exactly what he was implying. He wanted to show you just how much he enjoyed being intimate with you, and he knew that you needed some attention too. "Lyla's keeping him entertained. We've got time before the new shark exhibit opens to the public." He removed his clothes and threw them in the hamper, then turned towards you. "The what?" You were struggling to understand what he was saying. "Let me take care of you." He wanted to show you just how much he cared for you, and he couldn't wait to spend some quality time with you.

Your eyes went wide as Miguel pulled off his pants and revealed the handsome physique beneath.

You gasped and turned red as you stared at him. You couldn't believe that he was implying what it sounded like he was implying. You were so flustered and overwhelmed with emotion.

"Oh my goodness," you said as you laughed nervously. "Are you sure?" you asked softly. You couldn't believe he was being so forthcoming about his intentions. It was so sudden and unexpected, but you had to admit that your heart was racing. Miguel lured you into the walk-in shower. Back into the water like a siren drawing in its unsuspecting victims. The warm water welcomed you both.

The warmth of the shower engulfed you like a warm blanket. You leaned against Miguel's chest, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against yours. You were nervous but excited about what was about to happen. You wanted to feel close to him, to experience every single bit of pleasure he had to offer. You could feel your heart pounding, and your breath coming in short gasps. You were ready to let go and give yourself over totally to the sensations that were beginning to build within you. You were ready to feel complete and utter pleasure.

You let out a soft gasp as he pulled you into the water making sure you're wet. You were so excited and overwhelmed with desire. You couldn't believe what he was doing, but you loved every second of it. Every touch and every kiss sent shivers through your body. You were so lost in the moment, and you couldn't wait for it to continue. You were in heaven.There was a marble bench embedded along the wall. One that Miguel specifically had installed to loosen up stiff muscles and tensions from work. The installment was beneficial to treat the shower as a sauna. It was a wonderful idea to have a pregnant woman sit there as her needs were tended to by her husband.

Miguel led you to the bench, helping you to sit down. He knelt in front of you, gently removing the soap from its holder. He lathered it in his hands, rubbing it between them until it formed a thick, frothy lather. He began to gently massage it into your skin, starting with your neck and working his way downwards. He paid special attention to your breasts, massaging them gently and making sure they were clean. He worked his way down your torso, paying special attention to your growing belly. He could feel the life inside of you, and he wanted to make sure that it was well protected. He continued to massage you, making sure that every inch of your body was cleansed and pampered. He loved taking care of you, and he wanted to make sure that you were comfortable and content.

"Can I taste you?" He asked. Your arousal was apparent in the air to him; it was intoxication. It didn't help that the steam acted like an oil diffuser to his nose .

You felt yourself flush at his words, but you couldn't deny that you wanted him to eat and devour you. You were nervous and excited at the same time, and you didn't know how to proceed. This wasn't uncharted territory for you, and you were thrilled. You wanted to show him how much you wanted him, how much you desired him. You wanted him to be gentle and careful, but you wanted him to take control and make you feel good.

"Si o No, Hermosa?" (Yes or no, beautiful?) He promoted kneeling before you.

You didn't have to think for long. You knew exactly what answer you wanted to give Miguel. "Yes," you whispered, your breath catching in your throat. You didn't doubt your decision for a single second. You wanted this, and you wanted him to know it. You wanted him to take control and make you feel good. You were ready to submit to him completely, and you wanted him to fuck you dumb with his skilled mouth.

You didn't hesitate to do as Miguel asked. You knew what he wanted, and you wanted to give him everything he needed. As soon as he knelt before you, you opened your legs wide, giving him full access to your body. Your eyes closed as you waited for him to touch you, eagerly anticipating his next move. You could hear him moving around In Front of you, and you wondered if he was getting ready to taste you. You hoped he would take things slowly and gently, making sure to please you first. You trusted him, and you believed he wouldn't disappoint you. You wanted him to ravage you and consume you, but only after he made sure you enjoyed every moment. You were ready for whatever he had planned, and you knew it would be amazing.

His middle finger long and calloused entered your wet pussy. Your eyes flutter, a light moan finds itself out your lips. "Let me take care of you," he murmured, trailing a kiss up to your round belly. He slowly pistons his finger in; listening for your hitches and soft gasps. You held on to the metallic railing with one hand. He inserts another finger brushing against your sweet spot. "Ah, Ah, Miguel, Miguel," you chanted his name. "What is it, Hermosa?" (Beautiful) He chuckles, "Are you feeling good?" He strategically curled his fingers to the front of your gummy walls, his thumb now rubbing up sensationally against your clit. You clung on to the rail like your life depended on it.

Miguel listened closely to your responses, wanting to make sure you were enjoying every minute of what was happening. He was pleased when he heard you chanting his name, and he knew that you were enjoying him finger fucking you. He continued to tease you, wanting to make sure that you reached the peak of pleasure before he did anything else. He wanted to make sure that you were satisfied, and he wanted to make sure that all of your needs were taken care of. He loved pleasuring you, and he wanted to make sure that you experienced the best orgasm possible. He didn't want to rush anything, and instead he took his time, savoring each movement and reaction.

"You're doing so well for me." He coos. "Your pussy loves my fingers." Everytime his fingers withdraw your walls would clench in attempting to keep him in just a little bit longer. Miguel crossed his fingers as if breaking a promise to your pussy. He twisted and pumped away listening to your whimpers as you tossed your head back in ecstasy. He was very careful about causing you or the baby discomfort during sex. He buried his head in between your legs and sucked away at your clit. "I'm close, love" you warned; you grabbed a fist full of his soaked hair pushing him in more. He sucked at your puffy bud while his tongue twirls around it.

You cried out his name as your walls threatened to spasm around his digits. You squeezed your legs together in an attempt to get him away from your core.

"Relax, Amor," (Love) Miguel said softly, his voice calm yet firm. He didn't want you to be tense, and he wanted you to be comfortable with how he was worshiping your cunt. He knew that he needed to take things slow and easy with you, and he was determined to make sure that you enjoyed every moment of this experience. He wanted you to feel safe and secure, and he hoped that you would trust him. He continued to stroke you gently, and he was ready to take things as far as you wanted him to.

He withdrew his digits, "Oh, Miguel!" you gasped, upset, feeling empty you clenched on nothing, your legs quaked. If he didn't sit down you would have certainly hurt yourself falling. He replaced his fingers with his tongue. The bronze man stayed buried in your depths mouth and tongue working you through your oragasm. He wouldn't let up. His arms wrapped around your thighs keeping you from pulling away from him.

"I've got you, Hermosa," (Beautiful) Miguel said softly, holding you tight. His voice was calm and reassuring, and you felt safe and secure in his embrace. He continued to please you, never letting up for a single second. He wanted to make sure you enjoyed every moment of this experience, and he was eager to please you. He hoped that the pleasure he was giving you was enough to make you feel good and satisfied.

"Wait, wait, wait-" Your pleas fell on deaf ears. Your body burns and Miguel's lips scorched everything he touched.

"Shh," Miguel whispered gently. He didn't want you to feel nervous or overwhelmed. He wanted this to be a positive and enjoyable experience for you, and he was going to do everything he could to ensure that happened. He held onto you tightly, wanting to reassure you that he wasn't going anywhere. He kept kissing and licking you, bringing you even further into ecstasy than before. He wanted you to know how much he loved you, and he intended to show that to you in every way possible.

"You're gonna make me squir-" you arched your back breasts thrusted up into the steamy air. "Aaahh fuck-" Miguel's senses drown in you. You felt a light growling against your thighs.He hungrily devoured your juices noisily slurping all of your essence down. He wouldn't dare waste a single drop of your ambrosia. He wouldn't even dare to dream of it. You tangled your fingers into his hair and yanked him back hard with all your might. A loud lewd pop could be heard as he detaches his lips from your pussy. His eyes were crimson once again, fangs exposed as he breathed hard. He ran his tongue over his mouth lapping up the rest of your juices he could collect. Water droplets cling on to his hair as the water Cascades around him. Could he get any sexier? You had a dazed look on your face. A loud ring goes through your ears. The man gets up in front of you from kneeling. You see his lips move but you couldn't register a single thing he said. That pesky ringing was still in your ears.

"Cariña?" (Darling) Miguel asked softly, his voice full of concern. He could see the distant look in your eyes, and he knew that something wasn't right. He didn't want you to be hurt or in pain, and he was determined to find out what was wrong. He knelt down in front of you, his hands gently touching your face and rubbed your belly . He wanted to make sure that you were okay, and he wanted to help you through whatever was troubling you. You were his everything, and he was prepared to do whatever it took to make you feel better.

He immediately shut off the water. And turned on the vent into the bathroom hoping to get rid of the steam quickly. You haven't responded to him yet. And he was starting to panic. Miguel's heart raced as he waited for a response from you. He had never seen you like this before, and he was concerned. He wanted to help you, but he didn't know what to do. He continued to gently stroke your face, his voice full of concern. "Hermosa?" he asked softly. And when you didn't respond, he started hearing alarms in his head. He felt dread slowly start to creep up behind him. He was scared that he hurt the baby in some way. Panic, fear, and dread washed over him.

"Honey!" panic is now apparent in his voice and clear as day. He roughly smacks your face a couple of times with the last slap stinging. You finally move, pushing his hands away from your face, deeply frowning at him. "I'm fine," you insisted, blinking a few more times. The ringing finally subsided. "Thank fuck," he relief washes over him finally, "Que paso?" "You sent me to cloud nine." You laughed your face red from all the heat in the bathroom.

"You almost gave me a heart attack," Miguel snarled, his voice full of relief and Shoulders slumped. He ran his hands over his face in an attempt to calm himself. He was happy to know that you were okay, and he was glad to see the smile on your face. He laughed at your description of what happened, and he was excited to hear that you had enjoyed yourself. He wanted to make sure that he continued to do what made you happy, and he was determined to continue to take your relationship to the next level.

"Let's get dressed," he helped you up from the marble bench. Not once did he let go of your hands until you were stepping on the fluffy bathroom matt. you leaned against the counter as he dried you off with a warm towel. He paused for a moment and looked into your eyes, "Do you know who I am?"

"You're my husband, Miguel."

"What's your last name?" He probed at you with more questions.

"I'm literally pregnant with your Daughter, O'Hara." You consoled him as he gently went over your belly with the towel.

"I'm just making sure you're okay," he justified. His eyes lingered on your large belly.

"I'm okay, Miguel," you reassured him, your voice full of warmth and affection. You were happy to see that he cared about your wellbeing, and you were eager to reassure him that everything was alright. You were grateful for his love and support, and you wanted to make sure that he knew how much you appreciated him. You knew how much he cared about you, and you wanted to be there for him in any way that you could.

He picked out a white sundress that showed off your shoulders. The dress supported your breasts not making you look too provocative. And the sundress was not constricting either around your baby bump. The dress stopped just above your knees. It gave you an enchanted and pure looking almost like a fairy.

"You look beautiful," Miguel said softly as he helped you into the dress. He was excited to see you in the dress, and he couldn't help but admire how it made you look. It showed off your shoulders and flattered your figure, and it was comfortable and airy enough to allow for plenty of movement. It also highlighted your pregnancy and accentuated your growing baby bump. The dress was simple and elegant, and Miguel knew that it was perfect for you. He was proud to see you in the dress, and he was ready to take you out to show you off.

"Thank you, Love!" you exclaimed with a smile as you glanced down at yourself. You looked amazing! The dress was both comfortable and stylish. It was so flattering to your growing belly, and it made you look like a glowing goddess. You felt so beautiful and so confident in it. You knew that your husband would be proud to have you by his side. You were so excited to show off your growing belly and to share this beautiful moment with your husband.

"Mamí! Papí!" A small familiar voice cried out loud shrieking. "I'll go check on him, Love." You kiss Miguel on the cheek and leave the bathroom. You left the handsome Hispanic man to get dressed on his own. You arrived at your Son's room only to see the room a mess.

You sighed inwardly as you looked at the mess in your son's room. It was a complete disaster, and you knew that you would have to clean up after him. You loved your son dearly, but he was so messy.

"I can't find my shirt" He sobbed clearly in distress. Your eyes flicker to the small hologram and raise a brow quizzically at her. In return she shrugs unbothered and says, "He's looking for his Shark shirt. I told him it would be easier to find it if his room was clean and he blew a fuse over it." That sounds about right, you pondered silently to yourself. Once he got frustrated or overwhelmed about something he would have a meltdown about it.

You sighed inwardly as you heard your son's voice. He was so emotional these days, and he had a hard time controlling his reactions to things. You knew that he was still young and learning how to handle his emotions, and you understood that it must be difficult for him. However, it was still frustrating at times. You did your best to be understanding and patient with him, but sometimes it was hard. You just wanted him to be happy.

You went to his closet and searched for his shirt. You quickly found it, and you grabbed it and brought it to him.

"When we get back from the aquarium. We're going to have to clean the rest of this all up." You informed him, " This is too messy, you won't be able to find anything in here." Realizing you wasted your breath he ripped off his shirt and snatches the outfit from you throwing it on. With little regard the other shirt was tossed on the floor carelessly. You squat down struggling to gather up a couple of stuffed animals on the floor. And when you came back up your legs were killing you and you're out of breath already huffing. "Que Chingao paso aquí?" (What the fuck happened here?)The three of you jumped at the tone of the disciplinary behind you. ( Including the holographic AI )

You felt a slight blush bloom on your cheeks as Miguel's tone got harsh. You knew that he meant well, but it was still a little intimidating. You just stood there quietly as he scolded your son. You didn't want to get in the way and make things worse. You just stood quietly and tried to stay out of the way.

When Miguel finally turned back to you, you gave him a soft smile and a slight nod. You knew that he was just doing what he thought was best for your son. You were glad to have him in your life and to be raising your son together.

"I'm sorry, my love," you said sheepishly. "I tried to tidy things up, but our son wasn't really a team player." You lowered your head in remorse. You were so embarrassed by the state of the room. You were always so careful to keep things neat around the house.

"Amor, you're due in 2 months," (Love)he carefully reprimanded you, "I don't want to see you struggling and straining to clean up after him. He's old enough to do it himself, now." The Little boy was sniffling as he folded up his clothes. He just needed to put up a few shirts and a couple of stuffed animals away. You're not really the type to discipline anyone or anything in general, you're usually the nurturing charismatic one. You are the peacekeeper and nurturer. Miguel was the protector and disciplinary.

You let out a small sigh as you listened to Miguel. You knew that he was right. You needed to let your son learn how to clean up after himself, and it was important to teach him these things now. He was old enough to understand why it was important, and you needed to make sure that he learned how to be responsible. You could do this.

You smiled gently up at Miguel. "You're right," you said softly. "I'm sorry I didn't handle it better. I was trying to be nice, but I should have been more firm." You bowed your head in contrition.

"We will not go to the Aquarium until everything is put away in its rightful place." Miguel's gaze fell on his kid, "Entiendes?" (Understand)"Yes, Papí" he grumbled..

You watched as your son started cleaning his room and putting things away. He looked a little dejected, but he was doing as he was told. You smiled softly at him as he worked. You were glad that he was taking responsibility. And, more importantly, you were glad that Miguel was being so firm with him. It was important to teach your son these things now, and Miguel was doing a fantastic job.

You put your hand on Miguel's arm gently and gave him a soft smile. You were so grateful for him and for everything he was doing. He was an amazing husband and father.

The drive to the aquarium was enjoyable. Everything felt calm and peaceful, and you were glad that you got to spend this time with your family. You enjoyed the peace and the quiet as you drove along the scenic coastal route. The view was beautiful, and you felt so peaceful and content. You couldn't ask for a better day, and you were grateful for this time together.

The Windows in the back of the car were rolled down and your kid had his hand out feeling the pressure from the wind. A large hand was resting on the inside of your thigh rubbing away. You had one hand rubbing your belly as you felt the baby kick. You wince a bit from the pain. Miguel drove content navigating through traffic.

You felt a soft smile spread across your lips as you reached over and grabbed Miguel's hand. You gave it a small squeeze and then rested your hand on his. You were so happy to be with him, and you felt so content in that moment. You couldn't help but feel a soft sense of joy as you thought about the future and the family you were building together. Everything felt so perfect and so right in that moment.

A large gasp was heard in the back of the vehicle, "The aquarium! We're here." Your kid in the back squealed delighted.

You let out a small laugh as you heard your son's excitement. You were happy that he was so excited to see all the fish and water creatures. You couldn't help but feel a little bit excited yourself. You were so happy to have this opportunity to take your son out and do something fun together. It was a nice break from the usual routine, and you were so grateful for it.

Miguel pulls the car up to the entrance of the aquarium. "I'll drop you guys off here and I'll go park the car." He was super considerate to you and your son. He didn't think it was right to make you walk in the parking lot, "That leaves us in charge of the tickets," you smiled after carefully getting out of the car. Your son was quick to get out of the vehicle and be at your side, grabbing your hand. "Come on, Mamí," his smile was so radiant it warmed your heart. The little boy tugged and pulled you towards the entrance of the building jumping up and down in excitement.

You smiled at your son as he jumped up and down in excitement. You were so happy to see him so joyous and filled with so much energy. You loved seeing him so happy and so excited about the aquarium. You couldn't wait to see all the fishes and water creatures with him. It was going to be an amazing day full of fun and adventure. You were so excited and so grateful to have this opportunity to spend time with your son and your husband. Everything felt so perfect and so right.

The two of you approach the admission booth inside the cool building. Your son ran to the counter jumping up and down waiting for you to move on over. Not A single person was in line. At the booth was a young college girl who looked like she would rather be elsewhere than work. "Hi, can I please get 2 adult tickets and 1 ticket for a child?" You asked, clearing up your throat. "We're here to see the Sharks!" Your son chimes. She didn't even bother to respond to your kid or acknowledge him. More people wandered in and began to line up behind you. You slowly became anxious, as the girl in front of you took her sweet time punching in the keys on the kiosk screen. You uncomfortably shifted your weight on your legs absent-mindedly placing a hand on your pregnant belly. You felt like you had eyes staring holes into your back making you feel uneasy. "Okay that'll be $72 total," she said dryly making you feel unwelcome, "Cash or Card?" Your heart dropped realizing, " I forgot my purse in the car." "Okay, well once you get your purse you can get back in line and we can try again with the tickets." She sighs annoyed and rolls her eyes, "I can take the next group of people." Oh your poor heart.

You were taken aback by her dismissive tone and attitude. You had never been treated so rudely, and you were stunned by her lack of etiquette. You were overwhelmed with emotions, and you weren't sure how to respond. You felt hurt and offended, and you just stood there quietly as people continued to line up behind you. You didn't know what to say or how to react to such a harsh and insensitive response. You were so taken aback that you were lost for words. You felt like the world had stopped.

You felt defeated walking all the way back to the entrance. Your handsome husband walks in with your purse slung across his chest. "How'd it go?" He asked, looking between you and his son. "We couldn't get the Tickets. Mamí forgot her purse!" Your son announced to the whole building. You wish the world would just open up and swallow you whole. "It's not a big deal." Your husband chuckles ruffing up his kid's hair. "I need to use the restroom. Do you mind getting the tickets for us?" You asked him desperate to get out of there.

You just needed a second to collect yourself, maybe a moment to cry too, but not in front of all these people.

You were so embarrassed and so humiliated. You couldn't believe that you had forgotten your purse, and you couldn't believe that your son had shouted it out to the entire building. You knew your son. But why did it sting so much for him to do that? You felt like you were sinking into the floor, and you wanted to just disappear into thin air. You needed to get out of there, away from all these people who saw you make such a fool of yourself.

Miguel handed you back your purse. "Of course," he answers coolly, taking his son's hand in his. "I'll take care of it, Hermosa." He winked at you and they walked back in line waiting to get the tickets. You were so grateful for your husband at that moment. You gave your husband a small nod of gratitude as he took care of the situation. You were so grateful for his patient and calm demeanor. He was always so caring and so loving, and you were so lucky to have him. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and you felt so much better now that the situation was taken care of. You couldn't wait to get inside and to explore the aquarium with your son and your husband.

You took a deep breath and started to compose yourself. You knew that the pregnancy hormones were playing a part in your emotions, but you still felt embarrassed and ashamed. You needed to shake it off and move on. You just needed a moment to get back to your usual self. You washed your face and splashed water on your neck and cheeks. You took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. You weren't going to let this ruin your day. You were going to move on and enjoy the rest of your time with your son and your husband.

Once you feel better you walk out of the restroom. And you saw your husband and child at the front of the line. You couldn't help but rub your eyes from the sore sight in front of you. The young lady you were talking to at the admission booth was twirling her hair around her finger and batting her lashes at your husband. The force giggles and the flirtatious looks she served him made her look way more animated than what she was before. You saw the lady give your son a sticker. She flat out ignored the two of you when you were up there and now she was pushing for employee of the month.

You felt a sting of jealousy and hurt as you saw the young lady's behavior towards your husband. She was being so friendly and so flirtatious, and it was clear that she was trying to get his attention. It was frustrating and upsetting to see how she had ignored you and your son but was now being so friendly and so attentive toward your husband. You felt like she was being disrespectful and rude. You wanted to say something, but you kept quiet. You just tried to ignore it and to move past it. You didn't want to make a scene.

You approached the booth your family was standing at. Miguel was the one to take notice of you first, he wrapped an arm around your waist. He kissed the side of your temple affectionately melting away your worries and concerns. Your son held up the back of his Hand showing off his new sticker to you boasting, "I got a Shark Sticker!" "How wonderful," you grinned. And then your eyes set on the woman in front of you and your family. You feel the irritation and the frustration slowly rise. But thankfully your son pulled your thoughts out of your negativity, "Can I have more stickers for my mamí and my baby sister?" He asked looking back at the ticket attendant. She looked between the three of you, "I can get one-" "My sister's in her tummy." He pointed at your white sundress interrupting her mid sentence.

You felt a little embarrassed as your son announced your pregnancy in such a bold and brazen manner. But you also couldn't help but feel a little bit pleased with yourself. Your son was so excited about having a little sister, and you were so happy to have him in your life. His excitement and his innocence brought a smile to your face. You were so grateful for him and for all of the joy he brought into your life. You were so lucky to have him. You just couldn't help but feel a little bit amused and endeared by his openness and his honesty.

The attendant fumbles, flustered dropping the sticker book in front of your group. It must have clicked that the Man standing with his arm around you was your husband. And that you were pregnant by him. You both have matching wedding bands. This is one of those moments where you were grateful for your son's random outbursts. Finally the attendant gives you your tickets crestfallen. You knew that she was feeling disappointed and crushed, and you couldn't help but feel a bit of schadenfreude. You knew that it was a bit petty and immature, but you couldn't help it. You were so upset and you couldn't help but feel a slight bit of delight at her discomfort and her disappointment. You felt like she had been so rude and so condescending towards you earlier, and it was a small bit of revenge to see her have to hand over the tickets to you. You were glad to have your son there with you, and you felt like he had helped turn the situation around with his innocence and his honesty.

"Alright guys let's go check out that new exhibit," Miguel ushers your family unit out onto the floor. Your son takes the lead looking at seahorses with such curiosity and wanderlust. He was struggling to read the description at the side of the tank. You smiled a soft smile as you watched your son as he explored the aquarium. He seemed so full of wonder and curiosity, and it was so enjoyable to watch him take in all of the beautiful fish and water creatures. You loved seeing that look of wonder and joy on his face. It was so precious, and you were so grateful for this opportunity to spend quality time together as a family. You were so excited to explore all the exhibits with your son and to learn about the different kinds of marine life. It was going to be such an amazing and adventurous day.

As the day went on your son has almost explored every exhibit that was there to be discovered sea otters, seahorses, clownfish, you name it. Except for the new shark exhibit. You guys ate lunch there. Your feet were killing you from following the guys around. The baby was kicking away in your tummy being active as well. You took several breaks sitting at the benches. Miguel would join his son in climbing the sea themed playscapes and tunnels, and chasing him around. You would participate in the leisure activities such as coloring the maps they handed out at the activity center, doing puzzles, and so forth.

You were so tired by the end of the day, but you were so happy to see your son having such a good time. You were so grateful to see him enjoying himself and to see him having such a fun and amazing day. You were so happy to see your husband playing with your son and spending so much time with him. It was so beautiful to see the two of them together. You just couldn't help but feel a little bit overwhelmed with joy. You enjoyed every moment of the day, and you were so grateful for the opportunity to spend time with your family.

And finally you guys made it to the grand opening of the shark exhibit which was crowded and packed with curious and excited faces. The aquarium keepers unveil the giant glass exhibit behind them revealing nurse sharks coexisting with the other fish. Your little boy was cheering and smiling his butt off. They passed out shark teeth necklaces out to the kids and shared facts about the sea creature. Miguel chuckled but you rolled your eyes as your kid tried to milk the system asking for an extra necklace for his baby sister who wasn't even born yet.

You were so proud of him and of his enthusiasm. You just couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and joy as you watched him. He was so filled with joy and with wonder, and it warmed your heart to see him in such a state of excitement and happiness. You were just so happy to watch him have such a wonderful day.

You wince frowning, rubbing your stomach, the baby was kicking hard. Either she was going to be joining the soccer team or track team with those legs of hers at that rate. You took a deep breath and rubbed your belly in hopes of calming her down and relieving some of your discomfort. Miguel took notice and mused, "She's been kicking a lot. How are you feeling?" He saw you huff and puff trying to keep up with them the entire day. You were exhausted and now you had the baby acting up inside you.

"I'm a little beat but as long as everyone is enjoying themselves I can't complain." Truth be told You were so tired. The pregnancy had taken so much out of you, and you just couldn't keep up. You were so exhausted and so worn out from all the walking and from trying to keep up with your son and with your husband. You just couldn't keep up anymore. You needed a break. Better yet a nap. You gave your husband a small smile and shrugged as you tried to hide your discomfort and your exhaustion. You didn't want to worry your husband or make him feel concerned or worried. You tried to keep a brave face and a positive attitude as you rubbed your belly and tried to get the baby to settle down. You just hoped that the day would come to an end soon so that you could lay down on the couch and put up your feet. You were so tired and so uncomfortable. But you didn't want to complain or to make a fuss. You just wanted to get through the day.

He saw through your facade though and exaggerated a yawn with a dramatic stretch. "I'm feeling exhausted, Cariña. I think it's time we call it and head back home." Music to your ears. You didn't even know you held your breath as you let out a sigh of relief. "I don't want to go home!" The boy cried rubbing at his eyes. "We've been here long enough Mijo," Your partner spoke tenderly to the small version of himself, "Look you're tired, too." He didn't like that at all and just went through an absolute meltdown of crying and attempted to throw himself on the floor.

You watched as your son went into a small tantrum, and your own exhaustion just increased. A small part of you just wanted to scoop him up and to give him a hug and coddle him and try to comfort him. But a much larger part of you just wanted to get home and to put your feet up and to rest. You were so tired, and you just couldn't handle the stress of the situation anymore. Your husband was right. It was time to go home. You just wanted to go home and to go to bed. You just wanted to lie down and to get some rest.

"Mamí, I don't want to go home," he wailed, hugging you, "Tell Papí no," He definitely knew how to pull your heartstrings. "Papas we can come back another time." You lifted up his little chin to look at you, "Your sister is kicking a lot. We'll do another activity together, next time." "That's going to be forever. Papís always gone." He shouted.

You felt bad as your son clung to you and as he cried and protested against going home. You hated to see him so upset and so sad. You hated the thought of upsetting him or making him so miserable and unhappy. But you were so exhausted and so worn out that you couldn't handle it anymore. You needed to get home and to get some rest. You needed to put your feet up and to get some sleep. You just couldn't handle it anymore. Your hands were tied. You knew that it was best if you just went home and got some rest.

"That's enough," you spoke sharply. That grabbed the attention of both your boys, never hearing you speak in that manner before. Miguel's arms crossed intrigued and an amused smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Your husband felt aroused watching you put your foot down with the little menace. Your son immediately hushes up with a big trembling bottom lip. "It's final. Let's go." He bowed his head all sad and followed you both out. Miguel brought the car around and drove everyone home.

You hated having to be so stern and so harsh with your son. You hated having to be so firm and so blunt. You hated the thought of having to be so strict. But you couldn't handle the situation any more. You hated the feeling of having to be the bad guy and to be the one who had to put her foot down. You wanted to be the nice mom and to let your son do whatever he wanted and to give in to his every whim. But you knew that you couldn't anymore. You had to put your foot down and to set some boundaries.

Miguel looks at the rearview mirror and snickers, "He's out cold." The drive home was very quiet. You're relieved to be off your feet but you were still uncomfortable. Your little baby girl was kicking away. "She's still kicking. I don't know why she's so fussy." You groaned. "That one probably needs a nap too." Miguel joked. "I want a nap but she won't let me sleep." You grumbled.

You let out a weary sigh of exhaustion. You were so tired and so worn out. You wanted to just lie down and to get some rest and to put your feet up. You hated the feeling of exhaustion. You felt like you were carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. You just wanted to lie down and to get some sleep. You felt like you were on the verge of crashing. You wanted to have a moment to recover and to collect yourself. You just wanted to rest.

Finally you guys arrived home. Miguel scooped up his son and carried him inside. You followed way behind and locked the front door behind you. The soft, cozy feeling of the couch was heaven to your sore and tired body. You were exhausted, but you were grateful for the opportunity to rest and relax for a moment. You kicked off your shoes and curled up in the comfy couch, sinking into the soft leather. You let out a satisfied yawn as you settled into the couch, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. You were just grateful to be able to rest and to be able to put your feet up for a moment. You closed your eyes and let out another satisfying gasp of pleasure as you let the couch cocoon you.

And what do you know the baby started to kick harder this time. You groaned Talking to your baby bump, "you're not going to let me sleep are you?" Miguel walks to the living room listening to you talk to your future daughter. "We've got one down." He points his thumb to the direction of where the son's room was. "And two to go "

You let out a laugh at his words, and you couldn't help but smile at the knowledge that your baby was moving and growing. You were filled with joy and excitement at the thought of your baby, and you couldn't help but talk to your belly as if your baby could understand what you were saying. You were eager to meet your little one, and you couldn't wait for the day you would finally get to hold your child. Miguel's presence brought you a sense of comfort and reassurance, and you were grateful for the company and the support.

The large muscular Hispanic man slips behind you. You moved, wiggled, and scooted around attempting to accommodate him while being between his legs and on his lap. He snaked his arms around you and made you recline back on his chest. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his breath brushing against your ear. The sofa was nice but Miguel was better. He placed his huge rough hands overlapping yours soft ones that rested on your stomach. "Niña quit giving your Mamí a hard time." (Girl)

You were instantly relaxed by Miguel's embrace, and you couldn't help but smile at his words. You felt safe and secure in his arms, and you were glad to be resting on him. You looked up at him, his muscular arms cradling you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and happiness. You were happy to have him in your life, and you were grateful for all that he did for you. You wanted nothing more than to feel loved and cared for, and for the moment, you felt that you truly were.

The baby kicked back and you groaned, tossing your head back. "That's her?" His eyes widen In surprise from the force of her kick.

"She's a feisty one, isn't she?" you giggle, enjoying the feeling of your child kicking and moving inside of you. You were filled with joy and excitement at the thought of your little one, and you couldn't wait to meet her. You were eager to hold her and to watch her grow. You were determined to be the best mother you could be, and you were determined to give her the best possible life. You already loved her so much, and you couldn't wait to be able to spoil her and to shower her with love and affection. Most importantly you couldn't wait to sleep again once she's out.

"Maybe you should use your Stern mom voice?" He playfully suggested, "it worked on the other one maybe it'll work on her?" You laughed and winced as she kicked back at his response. "I felt so awful when I scolded him. You don't think I was hard on him do you?" you asked as you reminisced about the events that took place at the aquarium involving your son's manipulative tantrums.

"Trust me you weren't hard on him," he replied firmly. "He needed to be put in his place. He can be really manipulative sometimes, and he has to learn that sort of behavior isn't acceptable." Miguel gave you a firm look as he spoke, making sure you understand that he's serious about this. He's not going to stand for any more manipulative behavior from your kid. "You have to draw the line somewhere," he continued, "and he needs to know better. He needs to learn that actions have consequences and that he can't always get what he wants. You did really well with him."

He gave you praise and you glowed from it. "Well you do something about your daughter then," you lightly jested, attempting to lighten the mood some. "I'm surprised she's kicking that hard." He commented in disbelief his hands roam around your belly following her kicks.``I'm not she always keeps me up at night which is why I've been having a hard time sleeping," You confessed to your husband.

"My goodness," Miguel exclaimed, surprised by the strength of the kick. "She's certainly growing strong, isn't she?" He gave you a smile, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and excitement at the thought of your daughter. He was glad that your daughter already seemed so feisty and energetic. He was eager to meet her and to spend time with her. He was determined to be the best father he could be, and he was determined to do everything in his power to make sure that your kids had the best life possible.

"I have an idea on helping her sleep," he slyly whispers into your ear. His hands slipped under your white sundress rubbing up your stomach, he moved dangerously close to your breasts. "I'm open to suggestions, Love," you moaned lightly from his teasing touches.

"We'll rock her to sleep," he smirked. You were slightly taken aback by Miguel's suggestion, but you couldn't help but be intrigued by the idea. You wanted your daughter to get some rest and to be comfortable, and you were willing to try anything that might help. You were grateful for the affection and attention Miguel was giving you, and you were eager to explore any ideas that might help your daughter be more comfortable. You let out a moan of pleasure as Miguel's hands roamed up your stomach, his teasing touch stirring a spark of excitement within you.

You couldn't help but let out a small gasp as Miguel's kisses sent shivers down your spine. You were filled with desire and passion, and you couldn't deny that this was one of the best ways to help you wind down and relax. You were grateful for the attention and affection Miguel was showing you, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of love and excitement as he kissed you. You were eager to see where this would all lead, and you couldn't help but grind yourself against him, feeling the need and desire build inside of you. "Like this?" You said softly.

He unbuttoned his pants and freed his hardened member. "Something like this," he tugged your panties to the side. And strokes his hefty cock along your wet drenched folds. He collected your nectar using it to lubricate his length. "Is that why you got me this sundress?" You moaned as one of his hands latched on to your hip. "Mi Amor I could fuck you all day in those dresses," (My love) You couldn't help but grin as Miguel's voice whispered into your ear, sending more shivers down your spine. You were filled with desire as the sensation spread through you, and you couldn't help but move closer to Miguel. You wanted to feel his lips on yours, and you were eager to feel the passion and desire built between you. You were eager to see where this would all lead, and you couldn't help but lean closer to Miguel, feeling the heat and passion between you grow. You were filled with desire and excitement, and you couldn't help but let out a small groan of pleasure.

You turned your head to the side and locked your lips with his thick ones. He manages to slip his tongue in lazily exploring your mouth. Tongues twirl and dance around each other. He massages your pink muscle with his. He reached between your legs and angled his cock near your entrance. When Miguel slid his fingers between your legs, you couldn't help but moan, feeling the heat and excitement build within you. You wanted nothing more than to surrender to the passion and excitement that was growing between you both. He started with the big angry tip that was leaking so much precum and inches his way in. You let out a satisfied groan as Miguel's kisses sent tingles down your spine. You were filled with desire and passion, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as Miguel's lips explored yours. You eagerly returned his kisses, swirling your tongue around his and feeling a surge of pleasure as you embraced the intimacy of the moment. The warmth of his touch made you feel safe and secure, and you were filled with a sense of contentment and joy.

Inch by inch his cock slowly filled you up. An audible moan filled the living room as your pussy clenches him, sucking him in deeper. "Shh," he warned, "We don't want to wake him up." You whimpered loudly as he bottomed out inside you balls pressed tight up against your soaked entrance, "But you feel s'good!" It was the way you said it that had a grip on his cock and soul. His ears perk up, "Ah, Si?" (Oh, yes?)He felt your juice leak further down on to his balls. He growled, giving you a few experimental thrusts, "Te gusta?" (You like that?) "Fuck yes," You were very mouthy and noisier than usual and he liked it. However, "We can't do it here," he sighed frustrated, attempting to pull out from your warm. The last thing he wanted to do was traumatize the only child in this household. He didn't need to see such obscene Acts. It wasn't right. You brought your hips back down, resisting and greedily resheathing him back inside. He grits his teeth and snarls,"Amor," He throws his head back as your hands grab his forearms to balance yourself. "I can't help it, you just feel so good." You whimpered lightly bouncing on his length. "You feel s'good." Each bounce you made sure He was all the way in because that's the way you like it . He loved feeling your whole weight on his pelvis. You felt incredible. He messily ruts up meeting your tight cunt as you came down. Chocolate dark eyes were entranced by the way you two met. The loud sound of skin colliding against each other could be heard through the living room. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to fuck like savages.

When you came down you left him hilted. A small smile forms on your lips as you tilt your head to the right to kiss him. You felt your heart start to pound as Miguel's lips crashed against yours, and you couldn't help but feel the rush of excitement that washed over you. You couldn't help but moan as Miguel's tongue met yours. The sensation was incredible, and you were filled with a surge of desire and passion. You wanted more, and you couldn't help but lean into the kiss, eagerly reciprocating Miguel's passion and energy. You felt a strong sense of connection and intimacy, and you were eager to continue exploring this moment together. Miguel's kisses were intoxicating, and you were filled with a sense of desire and excitement. It took a lot of self control on your husband's part not to get too carried away. Especially, since you tried to manipulate him by seducing him into fucking you, when he told you not here. Well at least tried to. You were disobedient and stubborn and he was going to have to do something about that. He moved to gripped both sides of your hips and pulled you off of his dick. You blinked, confused, the superhuman felt your juices drip on his cock. "Bedroom. Now." He ordered smacking your ass. You almost had him completely submitted to you at least that's what you thought.

"I want you now." You murmured resisting his grip. It was a failed attempt; he was ridiculously strong. "Just you wait," he threatened with a dangerous asymmetrical smirk. "Get your ass moving, ahora mismo." Your legs are shaking from the heated session you experienced. You quickly pull down the hem of your sundress, fixing yourself. He quickly gets up and tucks his cock back into his jeans hoisting them up. He guides you back to your intimate quarters, careful to make sure you don't stumble from the tremors in your legs. Walking by your son's room, Miguel peeks into the small room. The child's breath was slow and steady. He was still sound asleep and Miguel was relieved.

You let out a small giggle as the both of you headed over to the bedroom. You were so excited and so giddy with anticipation and you just couldn't help it.Your husband's words were like fire to your soul. The way he spoke was so demanding and so firm and so commanding. It sent a shiver of excitement down your spine. You loved the way he took control and took charge of the situation. You loved the way he ordered you around. You loved the way he acted in such a dominant and masculine way. You found his power and his control to be so intoxicating and so irresistible.

"I don't know why this family can't do the simple things." He expressed discontent, rolling his shoulders, "my unborn daughter keeps my wife awake at night , my son is messy and moody, and my beautiful wife is horny and doesn't know when to behave herself."

Miguel removed his burgundy tight fitting long sleeves exposing his beautiful chest.

You let out a giggle at Miguel's words, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement and delight. You were glad that Miguel was able to take all the chaos of your family life in stride. You were filled with a sense of love and affection for your husband, and you were glad that he was able to see the humor in things. You were grateful for his sense of humor and his ability to make you laugh. "I'm glad you think I'm being funny," he deadpans, eyeballing you, "Hermosa, Pick a number from 7 to 14 for me." (Beautiful)

You give your husband a confused look as he asks you to pick a number from 7 to 14. You weren't quite sure what he was getting at, but you decided to just play along. You were curious and intrigued, and you wanted to see where he was going with this. You picked a number at random. "10?" you said, unsure if that was the correct answer.

"Ok," is all he says and "Get in bed,"

You do as you're told and you crawl in bed. The feral sex god that you were all too familiar with was half dressed. You on the other hand still had the White sundress on. You looked at him expectantly but also very confused, unsure of what you're supposed to be doing. He gave another order, "Get on all fours for me." Oh and did you get on your hands and knees for him. He had you facing his waist with the apparent dent in his jeans.

You were so confused. What was your husband getting at? What did he want from you? Why was he asking you to do these things? You had no idea why he was being so mysterious and so cryptic. You were so lost and so confused. But you were also intrigued and curious to see what he was up to. So you obeyed his orders and you got on your hands and knees for him. You did as you were told. You waited for him to explain himself and to tell you what he wanted from you.

He unbuttons his pants and unzips his zipper. You could hardly contain your excitement and desire as you watched Miguel undress before you. With every unbuttoned button and unzipped zip, your anticipation grew. His hefty length springs out to greet you properly this time. You mouth waters at the sight in front of you. His cock was heavy and perfectly decorated in thick veins. Whenever he's inside you the veins would rub just perfectly against all your sweet spots. When he laid on his back it would go past his belly button. You certainly hit the lottery with this gentleman. You were filled with desire as you gazed upon his perfect appendage, and you were eager to explore. You were eager to see what he had in store for you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and desire.

He massages your back using those long fingers to get the right spots. He started at the top of your shoulders kneading small circles into your back then down to the middle. You let out a soft moan as Miguel began to massage your back, working out the tension and stress with his skilled hands. The sensation was amazing, and you felt your body begin to relax and release as Miguel worked his magic. You were content to let Miguel take care of you in this way, and you felt a sense of love and gratitude towards him. And then he finally grabs your ass kneading it away like dough.

You let out a startled cry as Miguel's hand suddenly smacked against your ass. The impact was sudden and intense, and you were filled with a surge of shock and surprise. You looked over at Miguel in disbelief, your body still thrumming with the sensation. You were unsure of how to react, and you were filled with a sense of uncertainty and shock. You weren't expecting this from Miguel, and you were at a loss for words as you struggled to process what had just happened. "That's one, Cariña" (Darling)He says as he rubs his palm over your warm heating ass cheek. He took away the sting as you moaned in his touch.

You let out a loud yelp as Miguel's hand struck your other ass cheek with the same amount of force, the impact even more startling than the first time. You were filled with a surge of pain and surprise, and you were unsure of what to do or how to react. You were shaking with nerves and confusion, and you weren't sure how to handle the situation. You were filled with a sense of uncertainty and fear, and you didn't know what Miguel was going to do next. "That's two, Good Girl," He breathes, watching you.

You let out a soft whimper as Miguel roughly grabbed hold of your hair, pulling your face closer to his groin. You felt the wetness of his pre-cum on your lips, and you hesitantly opened your eyes, trying to focus on what was happening. You were nervous and uncertain, but you felt a twinge of arousal as well. You let your mind go blank, allowing yourself to simply exist in the moment. You felt Miguel's powerful hand holding the back of your head, guiding you as you bobbed and drooled on his cock. You were filled with a sense of curiosity and excitement, wondering what would come next.

You let out a soft moan as Miguel repeated the same method, massaging your ass cheek before striking it once more. The intensity and power were nowhere near as strong as they were before, but there was an underlying tenderness to Miguel's actions. You could feel the contrast between the firm strikes and the soothing massages, and you were filled with a mix of excitement and comfort.

Your eyes widened in alarm as Miguel forced the entire length of his cock down your throat, causing you to gag and choke. The pressure was immense, and you could feel the bruising sensation in your throat. Despite the discomfort, you were filled with a sense of passion and neediness as you continued to allow yourself to be fully consumed by Miguel's desires. Each strike of his cock against your throat heightened your arousal, "You really want to show our son que sucia y cochina estas?" (How Nasty and dirty you are?) he smirks listening to you gag out a bunch of "nos" and "sorrys"

The sudden smacks on your ass had taken you by surprise, and you felt a mixture of pleasure and pain. As he continued to alternate between firm strikes and soothing massages, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of passion and chemistry between the two of you. Each strike seemed to heighten your sensitivity, while each massage provided a sense of comfort and tenderness. With every hit, you found yourself yearning for more, eager to explore the depths of your desires and the boundaries of your own limits. "Mi Vida, you've made it to ten" he lifted your chin making you look into his eyes. He was planning to reward you with a good through dicking. You had tears running down your face. Your cock drunk face was exactly what he was looking for. "Next time you pull a stunt like that I won't fuck you for a week." It was a threat and a promise. "I'm sorry," you babbled sobbing, "I really wanted you."

You sit up on your knees placing your small hands on his chest. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, lay down." He redirects you.

He crawls in bed with you kicking off the jeans. He guides you over to him and lays you on your left side spooning your tiny figure. His right knee wedges in between your legs getting it wet in your arousal. Miguel's words sent a rush of excitement through you, and you felt a strong sense of desire and passion as you crawled into bed with him. You were glad that he had taken the lead, and you let yourself be guided by his instructions as you laid down in the position he had selected for you. "Hermosa, I'm gonna help you, now," (Beautiful) he purred in your ear, "Let's put her to sleep. So you can get a good night's rest, si?" (Yes?) He slips in your sopping wet pussy with ease. Your gummy walls took him in. His girthy cock fills you up, his thick veins rub against your all sweet spots.

You groaned softly as you felt Miguel's movements against your body, and you couldn't help but arch your back slightly to increase the friction. You moaned softly, feeling the waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. Your right hand reaches over for his toned ass, pulling him closer to you as you enjoy the moment. With each thrust, you could feel the connection between you both grow stronger, and you hoped that this amazing sensation would never end.

He reaches over In Front of your dress tugging it down. Your breasts spill out on display. Taking a handful of your breast gives it a delicious squeeze. The Man pounding you had a bunch of favorite things you liked about your pregnancy. Your hormonal surges when it comes to sex. One minute you were a saint and the next you were abandoned by the church for having sinful desires. He loved letting everybody know that he knocked you up, the best part was he didn't have to say anything about it. When you would visit him at work dropping off lunch; you two would gravitate towards each other. And the people who would see your belly and your interaction would just know that you belonged to him. You took the hard edge off of him at work which a lot of people noticed, but they would rather die not commenting on it to his face. The best part was in his opinion knowing that he filled you up to the brim and you finally took to him. Your body finally accepts him for him. And he would do it over and over again till he had his dream number of kids.

"You're so fucking needy, Mi Amor," (my love) he huffs rutting his hips into you. Your pussy just leaked and leaked as he rocked you both with his thrusts. "Te lo voy a dar," (I'm gonna give it to you) he warns you. You could feel your body reacting to his movements and to his touch. You could feel the waves of pleasure washing over you, and you could feel the fire building inside of you. You could feel the connection between the two of you deepening and growing stronger, and you hoped that this amazing sensation would never end. You wanted to keep feeling this way, and you wanted to keep feeling the waves of pleasure that were running through you. You wanted this moment to last forever. You didn't want this to ever end. His hand abandoned your tit and securely wrapped it around your neck. He felt your full squishy core begin to throb giving tell tell signs of an orgasm as he pounds harder. "I'm gonna help you put her to sleep," he growls, "Just like this, Así, así, así…" (like that, like that, like that..) his heavy breeder balls draw up as your puss clamps down hard on him. "Dámelo." (Give it to me)He orders and loses himself pounding away. The grip on your neck tightens, cutting off the blood flow just enough to give you that high you oh-so-deserved. The way you clenched him sends a sensation down to his spine to where he fucking loses it. Your pussy was his undoing. He cums violently inside you, spilling and filling you with everything he has. "Es mia. Toda mia." (You're mine. All mine.) He declares possessively as he listens to your choked moans that he controlled. He gave you short shallow pumps making sure you both rode out your orgasms. He remained nestled in your warmth, his forehead resting against the nape of your neck. He slipped his hand under your sundress and splays it over your belly. Very sure that the baby would sleep now.

"Ves?" (See?) He confidently announced.

You could feel a sharp kick in your belly, and you felt your heart sink. You felt the baby kick like that seemed to be her way of telling your husband that she was not going to sleep. You gave your husband a sharp look as you tried to keep as still and as quiet as possible so as to not agitate or to disturb the baby. You hoped that the baby would calm down and would go to sleep, but it seemed like the baby was feeling belligerent and stubborn and determined not to cooperate this time. This was not going to be easy.

She sat right on your bladder and you felt the urge to go to the restroom. You wiggle out of the big strong arms that embrace you feeling slightly annoyed with your husband. Miguel reluctantly withdrawals himself from being nestled inside of your core. "A donde Vas?" (Where are you going?)He asks, propping himself up on his arm. "Restroom, she's not having it-" you squeal, rushing to the closet to get to the bathroom.

You were so relieved to make it to the toilet in time, and you felt a wave of instant relief wash over you. You let out a sigh of gratitude as you took care to wipe and clean yourself. "Hermosa," (Beautiful) you see your tall naked husband leaning against the counter from the toilet watching you. "Yes love?" Miguel stood there admiring you, and you could see the love and admiration that he had for you. You were both so comfortable with each other, and you had such a close and intimate relationship. You could feel the warmth and the closeness in the air. This was a special moment for the two of you. A moment of love and affection. But your discomfort and embarrassment still remained. You just wanted to get out of the situation and to get out of the bathroom.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Miguel asked you, and you could see the love and admiration that he had for you in his eyes. You could see the softness in them. He loved the way you looked, and he loved the shape of your body. He loved how feminine and how pregnant you were. He was so proud and so happy with the way you looked, and he was so in love with you. You could see all of this in his look.

You flush red embarrassment obvious in your tone, "Can you give me one moment before you pounce on me."

"Of course, sweetheart," Miguel said, and you could hear the tenderness in his voice. He took a step forward and he held out his help to you. You held his hand and you let him help you up. You could still feel the embarrassment and the awkwardness in the air, but at least this way you could take your time and you could get yourself together before going back to the bedroom. You were so grateful for Miguel's kindness and affection in the moment.

You washed your hands, and you could feel his eyes on you. You knew that he was watching you, and you could feel his gaze on you. He was amused and he was enjoying watching you struggle and focus on a simple task. You could feel his hands sneak around you and you could feel his embrace."Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" He repeats in your ear. You rolled your eyes playfully you knew you were a hot mess. Your breasts hung out in the sundress. Your hair is all messy and disheveled. You turn the water off and find his gaze in the mirror, and arch a brow at him.

"You Really are," Watching him in the mirror. You allowed Miguel to kiss your cheek and to trail more kisses down your neck. You loved the way that Miguel was worshiping you and you loved the way that he was showing his affection and his adoration for you. You loved the way that he was showing his love for his pregnant wife. You allowed him more access to your neck, and you tilted your head to the side so that he could do as he pleased. You felt his large hands ghost over your mounds, and you let out soft moans of pleasure as you felt his warmth against your skin again. You craved more of his touch, and you wanted to feel more of his hands caressing your pregnant body. You clung to him tightly, seeking comfort and security in his loving embrace, and you wanted nothing more than to be held close by him. You watched as his hands moved down to your belly, and you felt a wave of contentment and satisfaction wash over you as he rubbed small circles into your skin. You loved how he took such good care of you, and you appreciated his gentleness and tenderness when it came to handling your pregnancy.

"Put your hands on the counter" he whispered lustfully looking at your reflection. Your heart pounded at the order and you do as you told feeling him pressed up against you from behind.

You were filled with a wave of gratification

and pleasure as Miguel's hands moved down your body, caressing your bare pregnant belly. You loved how he was gentle and tender towards you, and this filled your heart with love and appreciation. You loved how he took such good care of you, and you were filled with a deep sense of contentment and satisfaction as his hands moved across your body. You did as you were asked, placing your hands on the countertop, and you felt the heat of his body pressing up against yours from behind. You were filled with anticipation and excitement, and you knew that something wonderful was about to happen.

He reached out for the lube on the counter, and you heard the sound of the bottle squeaking as he squeezed some of the lubricant out of it. You could tell that he was getting ready to penetrate you, and you were filled with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. You could hear the squishing noise of the lube as he applied it to his cock, and you could almost taste the salty tanginess of his sweaty musky scent. You could feel his hands on your buttocks, and you opened your legs wide to give him better access to your ass. You could feel his fingers probing and poking between your cheeks, and you knew that he was preparing you for what was about to come next. You were excited and aroused, and you were eager to experience the intense pleasure that was coming soon.

"Show me how bad you want it," he rasped. You pushed yourself forward until you felt his wet thumb sink into your tight opening. You began to slowly rock your hips against him, enjoying the sensations of having him inside you. His thumb slid deeper into you, and you could feel every delicious inch of him. The friction created by your movements only increased the intensity of the pleasure you were experiencing.

Your husband Miguel was thrilled watching you enjoy yourself under his dark chocolate eyes. His fingers dug into his cock as he gave it some quick strokes. You groaned unhappily as he pulled his thumb out of your anus, "Miguel." You couldn't help but notice the disappointment in your voice. "Que paso? What did I do?" (What happened ?) He replied in a teasing tone, watching your face scrunch up in discomfort. "Please, please fuck me," you begged, grinding your hips against his hand.

"I thought you wanted me to rock the baby," he teased lightly as he oh so carefully propped the tip of his bulbous head in. You wince and hold your breath as he stretches you out. He pauses as he notices, "Just breathe," he says gently, his dark eyes full of concern. You take a deep breath, trying to relax as he continues to push himself inside you. With each gentle thrust, you can feel the stretch subsiding, and you begin to adjust to his size. As he fills you completely, you exhale deeply, savoring the feeling of being connected to him once again.

"My good girl," he smiles. He was gentle to your surprise. He slowly and carefully fills you up as his pelvis returns to meet your ass. His hand grip securely on your hips enough to avoid leaving bruises. You were filled with a sense of relief as Miguel's patience and gentleness allowed you to adjust to his size. You felt the stretch begin to gradually subside, and you exhaled deeply, savoring the feeling of being connected to him once again. As he filled you completely, you were overcome with a sense of gratitude and pleasure, and you felt yourself relax some more.

Your handsome husband kept the pace slow and sensational. Your eyes closed, relishing how full he made you feel. This was perfect. Not too fast or too slow. His eyes and body were solely devoted to you. Your mouth dropped open making a small 'o' as you allowed your moans to slip out. You arched your back even further, allowing Miguel to penetrate you even deeper. You attempt to quicken the thrusts. But he held you in place by the hips and in pace, "Miguel please," you whined. Your half hooded eyes find his brown eyes in the reflection looking smug. You looked so Pretty and pathetic getting riled up by him. You felt your desire and need for him growing, and you were filled with a sense of urgency and impatience. "We're putting the baby to sleep, Cariña." (Darling) He reminds you a soft chuckle rumbles through his chest. You groaned again when Miguel reminded you of the fact that the two of you were trying to put the baby to sleep. You had almost forgotten, and you felt a small pang of guilt wash over you. You leaned on your elbows as your breasts moved along with his gentle and rhythmic motions. You were filled with a sense of desire and lust, and you could feel your body reacting to Miguel's touch. You wanted to feel more of him, and you hoped that he would give you what you needed to satisfy your growing urge.

A mischievous idea came to you since he was being underwhelming. You couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated by Miguel's gentle lovemaking, and you attempted to provoke him. You yawn dramatically and rest your chin in one of your palms. "Let me know when you're done." You said dully. You wound his ego and pride. He withdraws his cock from taking your ass. "Excuse me?" He looked at you completely flabbergasted. When he withdrew from you, you looked at him with a sly smile, and replied, "Did I stutter? I said 'Let me know when you're done.' Is that better?"

"No,no,no," he said, shaking his head, "I'm not falling for it. You're only acting up for a reaction." His curly hair was a mess sticking to the crown of his forehead. That wrinkle formed when he was annoyed or stressed. You giggled as Miguel saw right through your ploy. You weren't surprised that he had seen through your attempt to provoke him, but you were impressed that he knew exactly what you were doing.

You use this opportunity to pull yourself from his reach. "I'm really tired." You giggled moving away from him. "And I'm ready for bed."

If that's what you wanted from him he'll give it to you willingly. Your heart skipped a beat as you felt Miguel snatch your hair by the fistful and pull you towards his body. You squealed with delight, and you loved the way that he took you by surprise and the way that he played along with the games you two often found yourself engaged in. You were filled with a sense of anticipation and passion, and you couldn't help but feel your body responding to the way that Miguel was touching you. You loved the rush of emotions that this created, and you felt a tingle of excitement running through your body. He kisses you hungrily devouring your breath and your kisses.

He's mindful of the baby bump and drags you back to the bathroom and in Front of the counter and mirror. "If you take your eyes off the mirror. I'll stop everything, me entendistes?" (You understand me?)Your hair bounces adorably with you as you nod, telling him you understand. You understood what Miguel was saying and you knew that you had to play by his rules if you wanted to keep things going. You loved giving in to Miguel's demands and playing these little games with him, and you couldn't help but feel needy wanting him already. You moaned at the sudden thrust of Miguel's body against yours, and you felt your body respond instantly to the sensations that he was creating within you. You loved the intensity of his movements and the way that he drove you wild with his touch. You were wet and needy and you couldn't help but want more of him. You loved the way that he made you feel, and you loved the way that he seemed to know just how to drive you wild. You thanked him for making you feel this way, and you reveled in the feelings that he was evoking within you, "Thank you," you mewled eyes fluttering close. "Nu-uh" he growled, tugging on your locks with his fist, "Keep those eyes open." You did. You tried. You bite into your bottom lip and held in your loud moans. He was making a mess of you and was ecstatic. He pounds into your poor ass at an unforgiving pace and you took it. "So mouthy. And you wonder where our son gets it from." He snaps his hips and balls into you. Your juices and his from him previously spooning you leaks from your cunt and down your legs. He was watching the recoil from your ass savoring every thrust he delivered into you.

The mirror in front of you is a portal to your deepest desires playing out in front of you. You take in every movement with hungry eyes and a throbbing heartbeat. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body until you finally collapse back against him, gasping for air. You see him looking over you and licking his lips. You caught a glimpse of his fangs peeking out in the reflection. You caught a glimpse of his fangs peeking out in the reflection. The two of you were desperate messes. "He gets his attitude from you," you shot back. He's breathing hard and his muscles tense as he pulls you back into the fray. "Yes, but he gets his looks from me." Your cheeks flush as you let out a low moan. He growls softly in your ear, "I know when and how to discipline." He says, reaching over to your bundle of nerves and forcing hard circles into it. Your back arches into him crumbling away.

Your eyes flutter close as he massages your bundle of nerves. Your head rolls back against his shoulder and your hands grip the counter tight. His touch is electric and his voice is hypnotic. You feel yourself losing control, wanting more of him. He bites into your ear, his lips whispering "Keep your eyes open,"

"I can't-" you whimpered.

He leans in close and speaks quietly in your ear, "Keep. Your. Eyes. Open."

You're breathless and gasping for air, but you nod. He eases his touch along your bundle of nerves. His movements slow and become more deliberate. Slowly your eyelids flutter open again.

"That's my good girl," he whispers before biting your neck. You open your eyes even though a part of you wants to close them. The moment he sees you gazing into the mirror. He resumes his assault on your senses. His hand glides over every curve on your body, and he nibbles on your ears as he speaks dirty sweet nothings into them.

You're lost in him. His words of comfort and his touch have you writhing in ecstasy. You feel a release building up in you, and you grip tightly on the counter to keep yourself stable.

Your breath grows shallow and erratic as he brings you past the point of no return. You're moaning and calling his name, pleading with him to give you what you need. Your body is on fire and only he knows the remedy. He knows your body inside and out. You feel his pace quicken and his breathing become heavy. You see him smile at you as he moves faster, his movements aggressive and frantic. You're close to release; your body shaking in euphoria. The cord in his belly that held his primal urges at bay snaps. He growls noisily, swearing away, tossing his head back lost and gone in absolute ecstasy. His fingers land on a sensitive spot and you can't hold back anymore. Seeing him come undone behind you, in that mirror was your downfall. Your body is pulsing and your hips are rocking back into him. Your head rolls back and you're lost in him. You're shaking and your body is convulsing with wave after wave of pleasure. He's growling and hissing into your ear, his own body arching in ecstasy. You cry out his name as your body trembles and your eyes roll upward into your head. You release, your whole being shaking with euphoria as he holds you tightly, his weight carefully pressing down on your back.

He pulls out from your ass, which you wince from the sensation, and his cum leaks and spills on the floor. He plants rewarding kisses on your shoulder breathing hard. You're spent and beyond exhausted. Your face was flush and damp. "Good Girl, Hermosa." (Beautiful)

He scoops you up and returns you to bed. Your eyelids were heavy. You snuggle up curling up to your left side. Your muscles relax as you come down from the haze of pleasure. You open your eyes to see Miguel sitting on the edge of the bed with a cold cloth. The rag is a welcome relief to your inflamed body. He places the cloth across your forehead and gently caresses your cheek. His expression is soft and tender, a contrast to the animalistic nature of the moment before. He cleans up the sweat, lube, and cum off your body and gently kisses your forehead. His expression is soft and tender, a contrast to the animalistic nature of the moment before.

"You did good, Cariña." (Darling)he whispers before kissing your forehead and laying down with you. You nestle into his chest and let out a contented sigh, your eyes falling close. You cuddle against him close and let out a content sigh. You feel his arms wrap around you in a gentle embrace. You mumbled, "No love, You did good."

He hums confused, smoothing your hair down with his gentle touch. His other hand resting on your baby bump.

"You put our baby girl to sleep" you say finally drifting off to sleep.

As you drift off to sleep, his voice murmurs softly into your ear, "We did good, mi amor." (My Love) He gently massages your belly with his free hand, silently apologizing to his unborn child for his brute force and roughness. You hold onto him tightly but your grip loosens, by every passing moment and finally you fall asleep.

Your handsome Husband pressed a Loving Kiss to your forehead. A long and loud sigh leaves his mouth. He felt the total exhaustion of today finally catch up to him. From making breakfast with his son, to worshiping you in the shower, and fulfilling his duties as a devoted husband. He's breathing steadily, but there's still a subtle smirk on his face. His eyes are on your sleeping face. He's not falling asleep any time soon. The memory of you gasping and moaning under his touch has him excited and aroused.

"She's going to be a handful, just like you," he whispers. His voice is full of admiration, pride, and love.

He soon falls asleep after you do, his arm draped over your baby bump like some protective barrier between your skin and the rest of the world. His breathing is slow and consistent as he holds you close.

You both drift into a deep sleep.

[walkerj38866]

Tied again. I don’t deserve sex

[bloodycassian]

Keys - COD fic

6k words. Porn with plot. Ghost x F!Reader x Soap.

PinV, oral, threesome, pussyworship, fingering, slight mention of anal, cuckholding? If you squint, angst/tension, unspoken love, It's a cod fic you should know it's going to have SOME violence

NSFW, MDNI. 18+

“This better be a fucking joke, LT.” Soap’s fury over the comms made you wince. If it weren’t clear that you’d been having relations before, it sure as hell was now. The rope around your torso thankfully had enough room to allow you a deep breath. Steady. That was what you had to be right now, steady and somber. Your life and all of 141’s depended on your acting ability. And the man who now stood at your side with a gun, waiting for Ghost to begin recording. 

“It’s all fake, Johnny. Pull it together.” Ghost scolded, but took a shuddering breath himself. He didn’t like risks, especially not where a squadmate was concerned. He handed the stranger the gun.

Price’s plan seemed the only believable way to draw out the enemy. It didn’t mean you were any less nervous for the inevitable encounter with them, though. 

The video recording would be sent to a dummy receiver by Soap at a vantage point on a cliffside. intended for the enemy to intercept, a local ‘volunteer’ of the area with an empty gun was to make demands from 141, the script Price wrote sounded convincing enough while you half listened. Your eyes had been glued to the way Ghost and Soap were playing cards, bantering together in the corner while Price scribbled different threats and demands for your scene. 

Your staged captor - a man at least four inches shorter than Ghost - was more than happy to help with the money price had presented. You only hoped he’d make everything look convincing. 

“Right, let’s keep it quick. Johnny be ready for DL.”

And the scene played out. The man shouted and you let a few tears fall, flinching when he raised his voice or came close. Less than a minute total, you couldn’t imagine anything looked amiss in such a short time.

“Box office worthy, now let’s get out of here.” Price praised, handing the man the rest of the money and thanking him in his language. 

Ghost began untying you with adept hands, his gloved fingers brushing over your heated skin at times, making goosebumps rise there. 

“May have to keep this, eh?” Ghost held up the sodden gag that you’d drooled all over while the lines were read. You looked from him, to the outstretched hand.

You cocked your head to the side, and stepped closer to him. He straightened, but didn’t budge. The smirk that appears on your lips has his chest fluttering. Before he can protest, you’ve pushed the piece of cloth to his chest, winked and turned back to cleaning up the camera gear.

The hardon in his pants is painfully uncomfortable, but he was thankful that the material hid it well.

The scent of Soap’s jacket had you longing for him on the short ride away from the trailer you’d filmed inside of. You leaned back against it, hoping to agitate the smell of him from it. Beside you, behind Price, Ghost shifted while eyeing you. His hands were still on his gun but he seemed distracted. The moment Price swore and lights flashed ahead, Ghost’s head whipped to the dirt road in front of you. 

There was a bright flash a second before your face slammed into the headrest in front of you. Things went dark, your vision doubled when you finally opened your eyes again. A pounding headache set fire to your nerves, nausea overwhelming your senses. Voices were shouting, yelling something in a tongue you didn’t know, and there was Price, being hauled away. You fought against the arms that dragged you from the wreckage of the burning car, but your weakened body was already overwhelmed with the splitting pain in your head. 

“It’s alright-” A familiar accent commanded more than soothed. Ghost. He’d gotten you out, away from the enemies somehow. And he’d left Price. 

Rage simmered deep in your gut, but instead of shouting at him once he let you go, you could only vomit onto the ground, then promptly pass out. 

+

Voices prattled quickly, hushed tones and words spoken sharply through teeth. Both hard to hear, but two distinct accents. Ghost, and Soap. Both doing their apparent best to quiet their growing argument. You rise from the stained bed, gripping on to the giant hoodie that had been covering you. The smell is different from Soaps, it’s a harsher, darker smell that makes shivers crawl along your spine.

You lean against the peeling wallpaper, afraid you may fall through for a moment as you listen to the conversation.

“Then one of us leaves, the other stays with her.”

“I’m not fuckin’ lettin’ ya Simon.”

A long, long silence falls after that. You can feel the tension through the thin wall. Your head pounds, waiting for more, straining to hear if either of them have even moved. A chair creaks, and someone sighs. 

“You get to wake’r up then, have fun with that one, Johnny.” 

You rush back to the bed, making your head swim in the process, Your heart roars and an aches all over your body and between your along the bridge of your nose beings drumming in time with it. You pull the blanket over you and pretend as if you’re just waking when Soap opens the door. 

“Jobs done for me then. Good morning, beauty.” He grins wide and it melts you. You can’t help the tears that prick your eyes, the flush of heat that creeps from your throat to your cheeks at the sight of him. You couldn’t remember what exactly had happened, other than the crash and Price being dragged away. 

“Where is he?”

“Cap is halfway across the country, interrogations already in process.” Ghost appears at the door behind Soap and the latter nods slightly when your eyes dart to him, seeking reassurance. “We need t’ move, Rook.” You cringed at the nickname he’d given you when he actually started talking to you after your first year as a part of 141. Rookie. When you’d asked him why he’d not spoken to you before, he’d only shrugged and said something along the lines of wanting ot make sure you’d make it through that first year. 

“Give’r a damn minute.” Soap scolds. The lieutenant gives him a long look, the eyes shrouded by smeared eyeblack boring into the back of Johnny’s head. When Ghost drags his eyes to you, they’re just as intense but less seething. 

“You can stay, go back to a safehouse, come with us,  whatever you’d like. I wouldn’t blame you after what happened to Price. We don’t know the threats as well as we thought we did. You need to make the choice for yourself, though. We won’t order you, we can’t.”

“You can’t.” Ghost corrects. 

Your eyes narrow on him. It’s clearly a challenge, and you want to give him the same burning look he gives you. but with the pain in your nose that stretches to between your brows it makes it hard to glare.

“You-” Soap begins his counterargument, likely the same one they’d been having in the other room.

“I’ll go wherever you both go. I am not leaving Price.” You say firmly. They both look to you, and a small smile spreads across Johnny’s face. Ghost’s eyes reveal a relieved smile beneath his mask, but truthfully he’d preferred to handle the op on his own. He is competent alone, he can kill unguarded alone. When he needs to account for Soap and you… it changes him. He’s noticed it before. The hesitation, the twinge of shakiness he gets whenever he hears a grunt or shout that he recognizes. 

It makes him fucking insane. 

“Let’s load up then.” Lieutenant's orders. 

+

An icepack rests on your face for easily half the drive. Soap holds it there, then Ghost when they switch driving. They’d both argued against your insisting upon taking a turn, citing the slight swelling of your eye and what happened the last time you’d been allowed to drive in a foreign country. 

“It wasn’t that bad.” You mutter into the clip. The road goes on endlessly, the sun casting square patches of pale light from one side of the car’s interior to the other, until it ceases completely and Soap groans, rolling his neck. 

You didn’t remember falling asleep, but your small patch of drool is cold against Ghost’s shoulder. You bolt upright, scooting back onto your side of the bench seat as the masked man stretches beside you. Embarrassment licks at your cheeks when Soap glances back at you in the rearview. He’d surely seen you lying on the other man’s shoulder, and had politely not said a word. You only hoped that Ghost wouldn’t receive the bitter end of Soap’s jealousy later. 

“We have a room with two Queen beds, will-”

“We’ll take it.” Ghost agrees and hands over a thin stack of money before the receptionist can offer anything else.

+

Streetlights painted the inside of the bathroom in a shade of orange that had Soap’s rippling muscles seeming ever more lickable. Your hand caressed his chest while you took him deep into your mouth, reveling in the weight of him there. His head tilted back and he swore obscenities in his mother tongue. 

He returned the favor, ordering you over the edge of the tub while his tongue prodded at your hungry pussy. It’d been so long since you’d had him. With back to back missions he’d only been around for a few days max, and it was always at a safehouse where he’d only have time to clean himself, eat properly and sleep.

With Ghost being the only other operator on mission, it was a rare chance to be almost alone with Soap. You couldn't resist when his hands began their journey over your body in bed. Sure he’d woken you, but he’d done it in a way that you couldn’t complain about. You’d been grinding back against him, forcing yourself not to gasp or pant too loudly when he rubbed you in the wicked ways he knew best. When you’d had enough of his teasing, you’d dragged him to the bathroom only a door away from where Ghost slept 

He slapped your ass, and it left you hissing at him. “Are you trying to wake him up?” You whispered as he lined his cock up with your entrance. 

An animalistic moan escaped both of you when he slid in, your wet cunt stretching around his length perfectly. He muttered something in Scottish again, and you grinned. He always did this whenever he was absolutely losing himself in the experience. 

“English, MacTavish-” You gasped out, as he slid his length out, then slammed back in. He leaned down, his the weight and warmth of his chest against your back. 

“I said-” He gripped your hip hard, his nails digging in slightly to your soft skin as he thrust forward, hilting himself inside you and making your eyes roll back. “Maybe I would.”

His words leave you confused, but you’re so lost in the pleasure of his cock remaking you that the subject isn’t brought up again once you return to bed after a shower. 

+

“Let’s get fuckin’ movin’.” Ghost barks when you appear in the doorway, squinting into the blistering daylight. It’s already much too warm out, and the car’s lack of air conditioning is bound to make the final part of the drive brutal. 

“Bit grumpy today are we LT?” Soap walks with you down the few steps to the street, handing you a coffee from the lobby.

“You’d be the same if two bunnies been wakin’ you up all night.” Ghost’s reply is surly, but you see the way he glances up at you, and the way his eyes crinkle when they drag over your figure. Your heart kicks into another gear at that gaze. 

Soap huffs a laugh, and a very familiar hand pinches your ass as he walks past you, around the car. You react too slow to catch him with a smack to the chest. 

You took the backseat beside Ghost, who’d already stripped off his tac gear in favor of just a worn out T-shirt and his vest. You were all dressed quite similar, the only difference being Ghost’s lack of skull mask today, only the balaclava hiding his features, revealing his browline and impeccable brows. His hood always managed to say up somehow, like the grim reaper himself couldn’t rip it away from him. 

Since the accident, it was an unspoken rule that no one other than the driver sat in the front. Honestly, you debated doing it anyway. You were not looking forward to sitting right beside the man who’d surely heard you begging Soap for his cock the night before. You leaned your head back and sighed as the car began rolling.

Tension laced the car with each mile. Ghost hadn’t said a word, and only stared out his window the entire ride. Noon came, and it was finally his turn to drive. Soap rested against the same window, snoring softly as the sun began falling, painting the landscape in hues of orange and pink. You tried your damndest to ignore the way Ghost’s eyes seemed to always catch yours in the rearview when you tried spying on him for a change. 

“What is it that you want to say?” You demand of him when you spot a wooded area in the distance. You’re sure he’ll stop at for a break, your own legs growing restless in the back seat. You glance to Soap, making sure he’s still asleep before looking back into the rearview, at Ghost’s piercing brown eyed gaze. 

“What’d you like me to say, Rook?” There it is again, you can hear the smirk behind the nickname and it makes your temper flash. 

“Whatever it is you’re thinking. You’ve been weird all day, I can practically feel the irritation on you.” It’s hard not to raise your voice at him, to shout when you’ve been so tense for the last eight hours at least. 

His hands tighten on the steering wheel, and you hear the leather creak beneath his grasp. “Oh is that right?” His voice is gravely, unchanged in tone but you can hear the slight irritation there in his word choice anyway. Perhaps you know him better than you thought you did. 

“Let me fix whatever the fuck-”

Soap’s snoring spikes, then he adjusts his position and he settles back against the window. The ferocity in your eyes has Ghost ready to pull the car over and really, genuinely show you exactly what he was thinking. 

“You can’t fix anything ‘bout it Rook. I don’t think Johnny’d let ‘ya anyway.” He grins, and it eases his irritation a bit. If he can joke, he can let this pass. He can get through this damn car ride without staking his claim upon you, no matter how much he’d love to. 

“What does that even mean, Ghost?”

He pulls the car off to the side of the road, dust kicking up and painting the breeze in golden light. Soap sits up quickly, his brows pulling together as he collects himself, rubbing his eyes of sleep. You watch as Ghost moves, tossing the keys to the back seat before getting out.

“Gotta piss.” He mutters. 

He’s to the opposite side of the car and into the trees before you can even get the door open. “Me too.” You say, not looking back to Soap as you exit and follow the Lieutenant. 

His footsteps are silent but his tracks are easy to follow into the pale shrub brush and trees. “Ghost tell me what the hell you’re talking about.” You call out, eyes following each of his booted steps deeper into the shrubs. How had a man so big gotten away so quickly? You cursed under your breath, scanning the small archway of thorned trees where his tracks disappeared into. 

There’s a hand on your shoulder, an arm around your waist and you’re being crushed in the next instant. Your panicked heart leaps and you thrash against the body pulling you backwards. Your legs find their mark on something, but the thick arms don’t release their hold. You’re grunting and shouting obscenities, flinging your head backwards hoping to catch a nose, but your body is still sore from the crash. 

“Relax.” The low voice isn’t a strangers. “Tell me why you left the damn car without your knife.” You nearly collapse with relief, then you’re falling, being let down by the massive man who’d already had you irritated before, but now you were furious. 

Ghost holds out his hand to help you back up from the dusty, cracked earth but you slap him away. “Tell me what the fuck is wrong with you!” You shout, panic and adrenaline still lacing your system. 

“You really want to know? You really think you can handle what's wrong with me?” He steps close, his chest heaving though you doubted lifting you took much effort for him. His eyes are searching yours, as if he can tell you whatever it is without actually saying it. God he wished he could. If it were left unspoken then maybe he’d be spared. Then maybe he wouldn’t have to live with the guilt.

“Just talk. It doesn’t matter if I can handle it or not-”

He’s moving then, catching your waist in his arm, leaning you back and supporting your neck with his other hand. His mask hasn’t moved, but when it collides with your lips the intent is clear. A kiss, hot and wet and packed with every unspoken want and desire that he’d had since the moment he’d met you. 

You melt to him, hands gripping his biceps, your body unintentionally responding to him with eagerness and an equal want. Your head swims. The mask tastes the same way he smells, the cool metallic, and wild scent of whatever deodorant he wears. The unmistakable hint of firearms is practically a piece of him, and he has you wanting more of it two seconds into the embrace. His lips are skilled, even though the thick cloth, he’s lining himself between your lips with ease. You could only imagine what it’d be like without the damn thing on.

There’s a snap of branches and you both stiffen. Your hooded eyes track his gaze, to where Soap stands frozen, his brows high and mouth slightly agape. 

+

Ghost supports you while you right yourself dizzily, then steps away. 

“Johnny I-” He begins to explain what, you don’t know. 

“D’ya tell him?” Soap is staring at you, and the question has you searching your memory for what he’s talking about. 

Ghost is deathly silent, you’re not sure if he’s even breathing beside you. 

“Tell him what?” You say, and clear your throat. The heat in your cheeks is nearly painful. 

Soap’s gaze darkens, and he lowers his chin. You know that look. You know exactly what that look leads to, and it makes your throat dry out instantly. “English?” He hints, his rounded accent making the simplest words sound exquisite.

Your mind spins, recalling the night before.

“Are you trying to wake him up?”

“Maybe I would.” 

Your pulse skyrockets. “I-” You stammer, glancing between the two men. “I didn’t.” You admit, shame lacing the words. 

Soap’s hand falls to his pocket, his thumb hooking there and resting. Ghost tenses, but he doesn’t move otherwise. 

“Johnny-” Ghost tries again to salvage something from the interaction, but you cut him off. 

“I wouldn’t be opposed, though.” You lower your gaze on Soap, scanning over him, how his muscles look so damn good in what he’s wearing, how sexy he is freshly woken. 

His tongue flicks over his lower lip and the mix of adrenaline and arousal nearly has your knees buckling at the sight. The hand in his pocket palms his cock and adjusts his pants as he slowly walks over, glancing to Ghost as he does. “LT, I’m not opposed to sharing.” He says, voice low in the way you only know when you’re alone together. Your body shudders at the tone, but you keep yourself in check, your muscles tensing and heart galloping as you glance between the two men. 

Ghost eyes him for a long while, then glances to you, his hands going to rest on his vest. “Y’cant make that choice for her, though Johnny. Ain’t no fun sharing a toy then.” Just the way Ghost says it has your body heating, readying itself to be just that, a toy for them both. 

“Did I seem opposed to your kiss, Simon?” You narrow your eyes at him, challenging him just as he had to you this morning ago about coming on this mission at all.

His massive figure is all you can see when he steps closer, craning his head down to look at you. “Wasn’t long enough for me to tell.” 

“Let’s see it then, LT.” Soap is grinning, you can hear it in his voice. “The mask-”

“Stays on, Johnny.” Ghost’s answer is gruff, then he’s upon you again. This time though, you take it in thoroughly, no longer overwhelmed with the adrenaline you’d had before. Now, all that fueled you was the desire that they both had injected into your veins. 

It’s heated and needy and wet. You can feel the heat and pulsing of his cock against your stomach when he pulls you flush to his body. His hands tangle in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your throat. The sound of his sharp inhale only drives your need further. He pulls away to nibble at your neck, then down, pulling your shirt aside as he moves.

“Don’t think it’ll be when you get a sight of her pussy.” Soap’s words are accompanied by him sliding up behind you, his hands placed just where he’d mentioned. Ghost groans into the kiss he places atop your breast, and it leaves you wanting more, more, more.

You can feel Soap’s cock as well, slotted between your cheeks as he watches Ghost work you from over your shoulder. You catch his lips with yours and he rolls his hips forward, groaning into your mouth. “This is what you wanted?” You ask, hooking your arms around his neck and giving Ghost full access to your body. 

“Fuckin-” He garbles something in Scottish again, and before you can correct him Ghost has your pants around your thighs, exposing your thin panties to the cooling air. He breathes out a long sigh and begins worshiping you there, soaking your underwear with his saliva. Soap’s hands twist your nipples, squeezing the weight of your breasts while he grinds into you from behind. 

“Smell fuckin’ amazing sweetheart-” Ghost’s voice is somehow even more gravelly than normal, and Soap steps away for a moment before returning to you. He’s stripped off his pants, and slides himself between your thighs. The sight of him on his knees before you is something of a sick pleasure, knowing just how deadly, just how powerful he is and he’s here before you so vulnerable. Any final pieces of your inhibition melt away at the sight of him.

“Get’er up Johnny-” Ghost is hooking your legs over his shoulders, and the man somehow delicately rips your panties apart with his two hands. The only pain a snap of elastic against your hip before he’s got his mouth buried into you, lapping and sucking at you with a hunger you’d only experienced when Soap returned after long weeks away. The shock of his tongue darting at you instead of the dull sensation of the mask pulls heady gasps from your lips while your thighs lock together around his head. He loses himself in the sensation of it, the crushing against his head makes his efforts double. He’s consumed by you, everything he sees, smells, wants in this life right now is you. His breathing gets thin for a moment, and he truly, fully wishes for this moment to be how he dies, if he ever could. 

The only damn reason he holds your damned thighs away from his head is so he can hear the sweet song you’re making for him while he drowns himself in your pussy. He flattens his tongue out, reveling in your taste. He holds you steady for a few wicked moments so he can play with you, make your hips buck and roll, then lets you fuck his face while he watches, starting at your flushed cheeks and reddened lips while you bounce on him. Christ, he hardly needs to do any work, he just supports your rear while you grind down on to him and it’s the hottest thing he’s ever fucking seen - that he’s ever tasted.

He has to stop himself though, not wanting to be the man stealing all the pussy worship, he pulls away though it feels like pulling himself from the heavenly embrace of a god. He allows your shaky legs down slowly, taking pride in the work he’s done thus far. Your legs quake and you lean back against Soap for support. Ghost- god, he heaves his middle finger inside you, rocking it softly while he grinds the palm of his hand against your clit, allowing you to desperately flex on it for the friction you desperately crave. 

“You weren’t fuckin’ kiddin’ Johnny.” He says, planting rough, wet kisses with his sodden mask along your stomach and up to your breasts until he reaches your lips, and catches your chin with his thumb and pointer finger. “She’s got the sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted.” He eyes you, his pupils enormous from what you can see in the growing darkness. His eyeblack has worn off slightly, making his eyes stand out more where his skin shines though. 

When he rubs his thumb over your lower lip, you jerk your head and catch it between your teeth, and watch his expression change. His tongue flicks over his lip, and his brows narrow. He can see the challenge you’re presenting, daring him to go further with you. To what, to punish you? He could only hope that was what this was. He could only pray that this would ever happen again and he would have a chance to. But he won’t - not until Soap encourages him to. 

He eyes you for a moment, observing the cocky grin upon your lips. He’s not one to be shown up, and for a moment his competitive self takes over. He takes a breath, then lifts the mask just enough to uncover his lips. He ignores the widening of both you and Soap, focusing on the idea that now he could fully taste you and the man whos cock has been rubbing against the back of his hand while he finger-fucks you.

He smiles, and flicks his tongue out over his lower lip. That wipes the grin right off your face, but he’s not satisfied yet.

So he catches the back of Johnny’s neck and pulls him forward, forcing their lips together in a hungry kiss full of tongues and teeth. The thumb between your teeth flexes down, meeting your tongue with further competition. Soap groans when he tastes you on Ghost’s mouth, a bead of precome sliding over the thick head of his cock.

Your mouth opens at the sight of them fully enjoying each other, setting Ghost’s finger free from your teeth. Ghost grins wide when he pulls away, knowing exactly what he’s done to you based off how much you’re squeezing the digit filling your aching pussy. Strings of his and Soap’s saliva dribble from his chin and then he brings his beautifully even lips to yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth and thrusting his fingers rhythmically inside you.

There’s an unspoken war going on between you and Simon, but you’re not sure what it is. Your only thought is that you need to win. So you grab his cock through his pants and pump it once, twice before his hand slips from your pussy and he’d captured your wrist in his enormous, capable hands that you can’t stop staring at. The thick digits that were just making your core a living fire. You shudder at the thought of them entering you again. 

Soap laughs at the interaction and pulls his cock free from between your thighs, turning you to face him instead. “My lovely, filthy girl with m’ best mate.. It’d infuriate most men but I can’ stop watchin’ you touch ‘im.” He says between kisses all across your face and neck and ears. 

You hear laces being ripped free from their boots, then the click of a belt and rustling of clothes. Ghost returns, the delicious warmth of his cock pressing against your back. There’s still the friction of his tac vest and shirt, something you desperately wished to rip off of him. Soap’s is still on as well, and you can’t help but pout a little. Another unspoken rule of the moment, apparently. 

Simon caresses your hip with a hand and when you arch back to meet his touch, Johnny thrusts his tongue in your mouth and guides you forward, then down to the ground. Simon follows, hissing when he gets to see you fully on display for him. Johnny guides you to his cock, pulling your hair out of your face while he watches Simon admire you.

“Fuckin’ perfect ‘int she?” Simon praises, his fingers sliding over your soaked folds, then pumping the wetness along his cock. God he can’t believe how close he is already. He bites the inside of his cheek when he slides himself gingerly forward, hissing when he finally fully feels you. The tightness, the heat of your arousal - all of it makes his head swim.

He feels incredible. The stretch of Simon’s cock as he slowly enters you is absolute. It’s final, it’s fucking everything you’d wanted and needed from the moment he’d kissed you. He takes the first few thrusts slow, leisuring in the sight and sounds you made, muffled by Johnny’s cock in your mouth. And god, he tasted amazing. Sweat and salt and the essence of him, the safety net in the back of your mind that told you this was all okay. 

The safety of both of them. The bliss of only pleasure without giving orders. They were both here for you, to use you. To be with you. Being desired by Johnny was more than enough, but having both of them made your mind catapult into bliss as Simon started pulling you back into him, his fingers digging into your hips in a remarkable balance of pain-pleasure that had you squeezing his cock and drooling on Johnny’s. 

Thankfully the man before you held you up by the hair and jaw, thrusting in time with Simon, biting his lip when you swirled your tongue over the underside ridge of his member. A hand left your hip, jarring the rhythm for a few strokes before Johnny’s cock twitched inside your mouth, renewing the salty mix of him.  “Do it, Simon.” He encouraged. 

With the Lieutenant's next thrust, his hand cracked against your asscheek, and you moaned too much to keep Johnny’s cock in your mouth. Drool fell to the ground and you went to your elbows, arms shaking too badly to hold yourself up any longer. Your pussy clenched around him, drawing a low grown from Simon, along with muttered curses through his teeth. His thrusts becoming more erratic as you raised your ass higher in the air, giving him a new angle. The keening deep inside you was growing impatient, desperate. The next thrust was deeper, more deliberate with where he angled himself, and with the next he was rutting himself against the spot inside you that made your mind go blank.

Simon was hardly a help while Johnny moved, sliding over to be at your side and rub at your clit. He took in the sight of Simon fucking you, watching your lips grip the other man’s cock. He nearly came from the knowledge alone that he knew just how Simon’s cock felt at this moment. He pulled at his own member, flicking his fingers over your clit in a more determined pattern.

 “John-” Your words were a plea, and when your hand went to his wrist to stop him, it was instead caught by Simon’s. 

“You’re gonna fuckin’ come sweetheart, don’t stop him.” Ghost’s voice was nearly unrecognizable. And that wasn’t a request for you to stop. It was an order, it was the leader that you followed into the darkness and beyond. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the exquisite, quick approaching orgasm that loomed just a few touches - a few thrusts away. He released your wrist and adjusted his position, his foot going beside your knee so he was propped up higher, pounding into you at a downward angle and making your eyes roll back at the feeling of being so fucking full.

“I-” You could hardly make the words work, but Johnny was right at your ear a second later. “I don’t want this to be over.” You whined.

A sweet smile pulled over his lips, then he was at the cusp of your ear, making shivers dance along your arms and base of your neck. “Don’t think we’ll ever be done with ‘ya.” He promised, then returned his hand to your clit. 

You weren’t sure if you’d even need it. Simon’s thrusts quickened and with every one of them he was pushing against that soft spot inside your walls, every one of them making you see stars. “That’s it-” Johnny’s fingers dipped to the wetness that both you and Simon were making, drawing the mix up and to your clit where he played over you with flattened fingers darting back and forth. The heat inside you wasn’t just that any longer, it was molten need that had Simon’s cock coated. That had Johnny’s hand sliding easily against you.

The two of them were too much. The situation was too much, yet you wanted more. Your breathing nearly stopped as you reached the next level of pleasure, the wanton need nearly cresting now.

Simon’s wet thumb grazed against your asshole and you were convulsing a moment later. The sensitive touch of him making your waves of ecstasy crash upon you like a tsunami. Your legs shook, your scream ripping into the night as the white-hot pleasure tore through you. Your walls milked his cock greedily, drawing Simon’s own orgasm nearly to the brink. Johnny held you up with one arm while Ghost snapped his hips forward once, then again before pulling free from your cunt.

Before you could stop shaking he’d come across your back, and was trembling himself. To your surprise, Johnny hadn’t finished yet. You were sure watching something he’d openly spoken of fantasizing about would make him reach his orgasm, but-

“Don’t gimme that look.” He scolded, going to his trousers and flapping them free of sand. “You made me come last night, remember?” He grabbed your clothes next, and brushed them off as well. 

“No excuses, soldier.” Ghost harped, then shot you an amused look. His gaze darted to your thighs, then back up. He got up and found his own clothes, then helped Johnny get you dressed. Your body was shaken, worn and tired by the time you reached the car.

“I’ll drive. You two get some rest.” Soap offered, patting his vest pocket for the keys. 

Though Ghost’s mask was pulled back down, it didn’t stop you from looking to where you knew his lips were. IT didn’t stop your body from very actively responding to the knowledge that the mask was very much coated in your wetness, still. 

“Ahh, Ghost?” Soap’s tone was different now, and your eyes whipped to him. 

“Don’t tell me-” Ghost’s voice was a mix of amused and dread as he searched his own pockets. 

+

With the passenger side window smashed, you were pressed tight up against Ghost to hide from the cold of the night air whipping inside the car. 

His arms wrapped around you, holding you to his chest, made for a high quality blanket. Soap’s approving stare in the rearview was the final piece to the most restful sleep you’d had in months, even with the brisk wind.

[evilwesthorneyxxx]

Just back from the East Bay high court with my loyal sissy.anything goes but I them like calm and selective, which makes them Mistress horny pet

[seoschwartz-blog]

Ya know motherfuckers bein’ from Detroit & all I really am not into Uncle Tom’s (Hi BET). Nina is pushing a subtropical vibe here imo.

New LA term for uncle toms coined by yours truly “On Tommy”.

[lx3zombies]

I'm on the dark side sinnin' and grinnin' then you let me in.. Try to make you wonder just why you feel so violently strange.⛓🗡😈 . . . 📸@michaeleivazphotography #genitorturers #thewhiskey #whiskeyagogo #losangeles #california #performer #pussyworship #sinning #tourlife #rocknroll #blackandwhite #fleshisthelaw #girlswithtattoos #alternativegirl #worshipnow #bloodlust (at Whisky A Go-Go) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bq0jL2IHBah/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=8q6qkjmmdiv6

[walkerj38866]

New chastity cage. I think this on is to small? What do you think.

what do you think? Also, locked for the rest of the day. I need to be controlled

[palmtreesx3]

I love this. Steve and Robin are a buncha pussyworshipers living in their own little bubble.

your tags in one of your reblog comments about Steve not realising the effort it takes to make someone squirt because he can always do it 😵 thanks that’s never being erased from my mind now

steve often forgets that being a generous lover, as a man, is quite unusual because his best (and only) friend is a lesbian, so he just runs on the assumption that being giving and considerate is the norm until he meets other men and like totally spooked, what do you mean you don't go down on your girlfriends, what do you mean you don't really like the taste/smell/look of pussy

he's baffled and robin will hear all about it later

[seoschwartz-blog]

Y’all wannabe adherents to the hypebeast hologram matrixx that think legit instant replay from the right haight street family acid can’t see thru yr soul are fukkked.