Elena was twenty-eight, married and glowing, four months along and carrying their child low and proud under the curve of her belly. She stood in the bedroom doorway in nothing but the black lace set Damion had bought her, the panties already damp between her thighs, and waited for her husband’s command. Damion was thirty-two, broad and dark-eyed, watching her from the edge of the bed with the stillness of a man who owned everything he looked at.

— Come here, Elena.

— Yes, sir, — she breathed, and crossed the room on trembling legs.

He took her chin in his hand and tilted her face up. Her mouth was soft and obedient, parting for him before he even asked. He kissed her deep, his tongue pushing past her lips, and she moaned into him, her small hands fisting in his shirt. His hands slid down her back to cup her ass through the lace, squeezing hard, and she gasped into his mouth. He ground his hard cock against her belly through his jeans, and she whimpered, her hips rolling against him helplessly.

— You feel that? — he murmured against her lips. — That’s all for you, baby. All for my greedy little wife.

— Yes, — she breathed. — Please, Damion, I need you.

— On your knees, — he said.

She sank down between his thighs. His cock was already hard under his jeans, thick and straining. She worked his belt open with shaking fingers and freed him, and the head of his cock was flushed dark red, leaking a drop of precum at the slit. She licked it off with the flat of her tongue and he groaned.

— Take me in your mouth.

She opened wide and took the head between her lips, sucking gently, her tongue swirling around the ridge of his glans. Then she slid down, taking more of him inch by inch until her nose pressed against his pubic hair and his cock filled her throat completely. She gagged softly around him and swallowed, her throat muscles massaging his shaft.

— That’s my girl, — he growled. — Deep throat me.

She hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head, letting him slide in and out of her throat, her saliva slicking his shaft until it shone. She took him deeper with every stroke, her throat stretching around his girth, until she was breathing through her nose in quick little huffs and her eyes were wet with tears of effort.

— Look at me.

She looked up at him with his cock still buried in her throat, and he thrust up into her mouth, holding her head in both hands and fucking her face slowly. Her throat bulged slightly around him with every deep stroke. She swallowed convulsively around him, and he felt her throat work his shaft like a fist.

He pulled out and she gasped, a string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to the head of his cock. He smeared it across her cheek with his thumb.

— My perfect little slut, — he murmured. — Now turn around and bend over the bed.

She obeyed instantly, her heart hammering. She draped herself over the mattress, her pregnant belly resting gently against the edge, her ass high in the air. He tore the lace panties off her and spread her cheeks wide. Her pussy was soaked, her inner lips swollen and glistening, her little clit standing proud and pink.

He knelt behind her and buried his face in her pussy without warning. His tongue speared straight into her wet hole and she screamed, her fingers clawing at the sheets. He licked her from clit to entrance in long, greedy strokes, his tongue circling her pulsing clit, flicking it hard and fast until her hips bucked against his mouth.

— Oh god, please, — she whimpered. — Please, Damion.

— You’ll take what I give you, — he said against her flesh, and pushed two fingers deep into her pussy. Her inner walls clenched around them immediately, hot and slick and hungry. He curled them up against her front wall and she shuddered, her pussy gushing wetness down his wrist.

— You’re so fucking wet, — he growled. — Soaking my hand.

He added a third finger, stretching her entrance, working them in and out of her dripping pussy. She moaned long and low, her ass pushing back against his hand, wanting more. He spread his fingers inside her, opening her up, feeling her walls stretch and yield.

— Four, — he warned, and pushed his fourth finger past her tight entrance. She cried out, her pussy stretching wide around his knuckles, the muscles of her entrance burning with the stretch. He worked his hand in slow circles, pumping his fingers in and out, and her pussy made wet, sucking sounds with every thrust.

— Please, please, please, — she chanted, her voice breaking. Her clit throbbed visibly, swollen and aching.

— You want my fist, don’t you, — he said. — You want me to stretch this greedy little pussy open.

— Yes, yes, oh god yes, — she sobbed.

He folded his thumb into his palm and pressed the wide shape of his fist against her stretched entrance. Her pussy lips were already spread taut around his knuckles, glistening and quivering. He pushed gently, and her entrance resisted, tight and ringed around his hand.

— Breathe, baby, — he murmured. — Push out for me. Let me in.

She breathed deep and bore down, and he pushed harder, his fist sinking into her impossibly stretched entrance knuckle by knuckle. She screamed — a raw, broken sound — as her pussy stretched open around his fist, wider than she’d ever been stretched, her entrance gaping and straining.

— Fuck, look at you, — he breathed. — Taking my whole fist like a good little slut.

His fist was inside her now, buried in the hot, wet depths of her pussy. Her inner walls wrapped around his hand, pulsing and fluttering, stretched to their absolute limit. She was panting, her whole body shaking, tears streaming down her face.

— It hurts, — she whimpered.

— I know, — he said, and twisted his fist slowly inside her. — And you’re going to take it.

He began to pump his fist in and out of her gaping pussy, slow at first, then harder. Her entrance stretched wide around his wrist with every stroke, her pussy lips pulled taut and shiny. She screamed with every thrust, the sound raw and desperate, her pussy gushing wetness down his arm.

— Deeper, — she begged. — Oh god, deeper, please.

He pushed his fist deeper, until his whole hand was buried inside her and his wrist was disappearing into her gaping pussy. He could feel her cervix with his fingertips, deep and high inside her. He curled his fingers and pressed against her front wall, finding the rough patch of her G-spot, and she howled.

— There it is, — he growled, massaging her G-spot with his knuckles. — That’s my girl’s spot.

Her pussy convulsed around his fist, her inner walls fluttering and clenching, and she came hard, her whole body jerking, a gush of wetness flooding down his arm and onto the sheets. Her pussy clamped down on his fist, pulsing and squeezing, and he worked her through it, pumping his fist in and out of her spasming pussy until she was limp and whimpering.

— Again, — he ordered, and thrust his fist into her gaping hole hard.

She screamed as he fisted her pussy with long, brutal strokes, his fist sliding in and out of her stretched, gaping entrance. Her pussy lips were pulled wide and taut, her inner walls rippling around his hand. The wet sounds of his fist in her pussy filled the room — slick, sucking, obscene.

— Your pussy is gaping around me, — he groaned. — Wide open. Look how fucking wide you are for me.

She came again, screaming, her pussy gushing around his fist, the contractions squeezing his hand rhythmically. He kept fisting her through the orgasm, his fist pounding into her gaping pussy, and she sobbed his name over and over.

He didn’t stop. He fisted her harder, his arm working like a piston, his fist driving in and out of her stretched, gaping pussy with brutal rhythm. Her entrance was spread impossibly wide around his wrist, her pussy lips stretched taut and glistening, and every thrust made her whole body jolt.

— You’re taking it so well, — he groaned. — My little fist-slut. Your pussy was made for this.

She couldn’t speak — only moan, high and broken, her mouth hanging open, drool stringing from her lip. Her pussy walls were fluttering madly around his fist, stretched to their absolute limit, and every time he twisted his hand inside her she screamed.

He curled his fingers and dragged his knuckles slowly across her G-spot, pressing hard, and her pussy convulsed violently around his fist. She squirted — a gush of clear fluid spraying down his arm — and howled his name.

— Fuck, you squirted, — he breathed, pounding his fist into her harder. — My dirty little girl.

He kept working her G-spot with his knuckles, grinding his fist against it, and she came a third time, her pussy clamping down on his hand so hard his fingers went numb. Her inner walls pulsed and squeezed his fist in rhythmic waves, milking him, and he felt every contraction ripple along his wrist.

— Again, — he ordered, and thrust his fist into her gaping hole to the wrist.

Her entrance stretched even wider, the ring of her pussy mouth pulled taut around his wrist, and she screamed as he pumped his fist in and out of her with long, deep strokes. He could feel her whole pussy — the hot, wet tunnel of her, stretched open and helpless around his hand. He opened his fist slightly inside her, spreading his fingers, stretching her from the inside, and she shrieked.

— So fucking wide, — he growled. — I can feel everything. Your whole pussy wrapped around my hand.

He made a fist again and pounded her, his fist slamming into her gaping pussy over and over, the wet sounds obscene — slick, sucking, squelching. Her pussy was dripping, wetness running down his arm and dripping off his elbow onto the sheets. Her clit was swollen to twice its size, throbbing visibly, and he reached around with his free hand and pinched it hard.

— Oh god, oh god, oh god, — she chanted, her voice cracking.

— Cum for me, — he commanded, twisting his fist inside her stretched pussy. — Cum around my fist.

She exploded — a fourth orgasm tearing through her, her pussy convulsing around his fist, her body shaking violently. Her inner walls fluttered and squeezed, pulsing in waves, and she gushed wetness all over his hand and arm. He kept fisting her through it, his fist driving in and out of her spasming pussy, until she went limp, whimpering, her forehead pressed into the mattress.

— Please, — she whispered. — Please, I can’t.

— Yes you can, — he said, and gave her one more deep, slow thrust of his fist, grinding against her G-spot. — You’re mine. You’ll take what I give you.

Slowly, he withdrew his fist. Her pussy entrance stayed stretched open, gaping, her inner lips swollen and parted, and he could see straight into her — her gaping hole pulsing and dripping, unable to close after being stretched so wide.

— Look at that, — he said, spreading her cheeks wider. — Your pussy is gaping. Wide open for me.

He slid two fingers into her gaping hole easily, then three, then four — her stretched pussy took them all with room to spare. She whimpered at the easy slide, her walls fluttering weakly around his hand.

— I’m going to breed you now, — he said, standing behind her. — I’m going to fill this stretched, gaping pussy with my seed.

He lined the thick head of his cock up with her gaping entrance and pushed in. Her stretched pussy swallowed his cock effortlessly, her walls rippling around his shaft, and he groaned at the hot, wet heat of her.

— Fuck, you’re so loose now, — he growled. — So fucking open for my cock.

He grabbed her hips and thrust into her hard, his cock spearing deep into her gaping pussy. Her stretched walls wrapped around his shaft, pulsing and fluttering, and she moaned long and low, her pussy still tingling and oversensitive from the fisting.

He pounded into her, his cock thrusting in and out of her gaping pussy with hard, deep strokes. Her breasts swung beneath her, her pregnant belly swaying gently with each thrust. She pushed her ass back against him, meeting every stroke, her pussy walls clenching around his cock.

— Take it, — he grunted. — Take my cock in your stretched little pussy.

— Yes, yes, give it to me, — she moaned. — Breed me, please, breed me.

He slammed into her, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock driving deep into her with every thrust. Her pussy was soaked, dripping wetness down her thighs, the sounds of their bodies slapping together loud and obscene. She came again, screaming, her walls clamping down on his shaft, pulsing and squeezing.

— I’m going to fill you up, — he groaned, his thrusts getting faster and harder. — Going to pump you so full of my cum.

— Yes, fill me, — she cried. — Fill my pussy, please.

He slowed his thrusts, savoring the feel of her stretched, gaping pussy wrapped around his cock. Her walls were still fluttering weakly, oversensitive from the fisting, and every slow drag of his shaft along her inner walls made her whimper and shudder.

— Feel that? — he murmured, grinding deep. — My cock sliding in your stretched little pussy. You took my whole fist, baby. My cock feels small in here now.

— No, — she moaned. — You’re so big. So deep.

He pulled almost all the way out, until only the head of his cock was inside her gaping entrance, and then slammed back in to the root, his balls slapping against her stretched pussy lips. She screamed, her walls clenching around him.

— Again, — he growled, and did it again — slow withdrawal, then a brutal deep thrust that buried him completely inside her.

He fell into the rhythm, fucking her with long, deep strokes, his cock spearing in and out of her gaping pussy. Her breasts bounced beneath her, her pregnant belly swaying, and she pushed her ass back against him desperately, taking every inch.

— Harder, — she begged. — Fuck me harder, please.

— Beg for it, — he said, slowing down cruelly.

— Please, Damion, please fuck my pussy harder, — she sobbed. — Please, I need it.

He rewarded her with a series of punishing thrusts, his hips slamming against her ass, his cock driving deep into her stretched pussy. Her walls rippled around his shaft, pulsing and fluttering, and she came again — a fifth orgasm, smaller and shakier, her pussy clenching weakly around his cock.

— That’s it, — he groaned. — Milk my cock, baby. Milk it.

His own climax was building, his balls tightening, his cock throbbing inside her. He thrust into her faster and harder, his breathing ragged, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise.

— I’m going to fill you up, — he groaned, his thrusts getting faster and harder. — Going to pump you so full of my cum. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside her, jet after jet of hot cum flooding her stretched pussy. She felt it — the hot rush of his seed filling her, pooling deep inside her, her pussy walls fluttering around his pulsing shaft as he emptied himself into her.

— Take all of it, — he growled, grinding deep. — Every drop.

He held himself buried inside her, his cock still throbbing, and she could feel his cum leaking out around his shaft, dripping from her gaping entrance down her thighs. Her pussy pulsed around him, milking him, and he groaned at the sensation.

When he finally pulled out, her gaping pussy stayed open, stretched and swollen, and his cum poured out of her in a thick, creamy stream, running down her inner thighs and pooling on the sheets beneath her.

— Look at that, — he said softly, watching his seed drip from her stretched hole. — My beautiful, gaping, bred little wife.

— Clean me up, — he ordered, standing over her. — With your mouth.

She rolled onto her back weakly and took his still-hard cock between her lips, licking his cum and her own juices off his shaft with slow, exhausted strokes of her tongue. She sucked him gently, her mouth warm and soft, and he groaned, his hand in her hair.

— Good girl, — he murmured. — Now let me taste what I did to you.

He knelt between her thighs and pressed his mouth to her gaping, cum-filled pussy. He licked his own seed from her stretched entrance, his tongue pushing into her gaping hole, tasting her and himself mixed together. She whimpered, her oversensitive pussy fluttering weakly against his tongue, and he licked her clean — long, slow strokes, savoring every drop.

— So fucking sweet, — he growled against her flesh. — My pussy. My cum. Mine.

She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair, and he sucked her swollen clit gently until she shuddered with one last small, trembling orgasm, her gaping pussy pulsing weakly around nothing.

She collapsed onto the bed, limp and shaking, her pussy still gaping and leaking the last of his cum. He lay down beside her and pulled her close, his hand resting on the curve of her pregnant belly, and she sighed contentedly.

— I love you, — she whispered.

— I love you too, baby, — he said. — My perfect girl. My stretched, bred, beautiful girl.

She smiled in her sleep, his cum still warm and sticky between her thighs, and dreamed of his hands on her.

She fell asleep in his arms, his cum still warm between her thighs, her stretched pussy slowly closing around the memory of his fist and his seed.