Fill her up

I started moving again.

This time I didn’t fuck her hard. I went slower. Deeper. Long, deliberate strokes that let her feel every inch of my cock dragging along her walls before I sank all the way back in. My hand stayed spread wide over her belly the entire time.

Mia moaned softly, her eyes half-lidded as she looked up at me.

I kept my voice low and steady while I moved inside her.

“While your husband’s home,” I said, grinding deep on every thrust, “you’re going to be mine.”

Mia’s breath hitched.

I kept going, fucking her slow and deep, letting every word land.

“You’re not going to let him fuck you. Not properly. If he tries, you’re going to tell him you’re too tired. Or that the baby’s making you uncomfortable. Whatever you need to say.” I thrust deeper, making her gasp. “But this pussy? This belly? They’re off-limits to him.”

I leaned down slightly, still moving inside her.

“When I want you, you’re going to find a way to see me. Even if it’s just for an hour. Even if it’s risky.” My hand pressed more firmly against her belly. “You’re going to let me use you however I want. Whenever I want. And you’re going to thank me for it.”

Mia was breathing harder now, her pussy clenching around me with every slow, deep stroke.

“Ryan…” she whispered, but it wasn’t a protest. It sounded more like surrender.

I kept fucking her, slow and relentless.

“You’re going to send me pictures when he’s not looking. Belly shots. Pussy shots. Whatever I ask for.” I ground my hips against her, staying buried deep for a moment. “And when I tell you to meet me, you’re going to come. Even if it means lying to him. Even if it means sneaking out while he’s asleep.”

I picked up the pace just slightly — still deep, but with more intent now.

“Because this pussy belongs to me now,” I growled. “Not him. Me. And I’m going to keep reminding you of that as often as I want.”

Mia’s hands gripped my arms, her nails digging in. Her belly rose and fell rapidly between us.

“Fuck— yes,” she moaned. “I’ll do it. I’ll be good. I’ll be yours.”

I fucked her a little harder, the wet sound of my cock sliding in and out of her filling the room.

“Say it again,” I ordered.

“I’m yours,” she gasped. “This pussy is yours. My belly is yours. I’ll do whatever you tell me.”

That was all it took.

I slammed into her one last time and stayed there, buried as deep as I could go. My cock pulsed hard as I came, thick ropes of cum flooding her pussy while I groaned against her neck. I kept grinding through it, making sure every drop stayed inside her.

Mia moaned softly as she felt me filling her, her hand sliding over mine on her belly.

I stayed there for a long moment afterward — cock still twitching inside her, my cum leaking out around where we were joined, my hand possessive on her pregnant stomach.

Neither of us spoke right away.

Eventually I lifted my head and looked down at her. She was flushed, sweaty, and completely wrecked in the best way.

Mia looked up at me, still breathing hard, and gave me a small, dazed smile.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “You really meant that, didn’t you?”

I didn’t pull out.

I just stayed buried inside her and answered honestly.

“Yeah,” I said. “I did.”