impregnating my hot as hell wife over and over again. I hope you are ready, because I'm going to be rutting into you like an animal, putting as many babies into that fertile body as I can."
Lillian gasped as the words sent a lightning bolt of desire through her body. Her pussy was practically drenched as she imagined all of the unprotected, wild sex she was going to be having with her handsome Isaac.
Her handsome husband. The words were crazy to contemplate but felt so right.
"Take me," she growled, reaching down to pull off her thong.
Isaac stripped off his own shirt, revealing the rippled muscles of his chest. Then he quickly pulled off his pants and shoes, leaving him bare and gorgeous on top of her. She had seen him naked plenty of times by that point, but as she looked at his rock hard cock, its pink head already leaking pre-cum, she melted a little.
Isaac grabbed her legs and swung them over his shoulder. With a heel on each side of his head, she was now open and exposed below him. He stared down into her soft folds, a hungry look on his face.
"You are so fucking beautiful," he growled out, before plunging himself into her waiting hole.
They came together hard and fast, the air quickly becoming filled with the noises of their skin slapping together. Lillian gripped the sheets tightly in her hands and moved her hips in rhythm with Isaac's rapid thrusts. His girth was splitting her open wide, filling her up to her core. He was gripping her thighs so tightly she thought he may leave a mark, and that only turned her on more. She loved that he was claiming her body. Her legs, her pussy, her womb - it was all his, and he was putting his mark everywhere.
Lillian began to feel the tension rising in her core and knew her own climax was near. She threw her head back and closed her eyes as he continued to pound into her. As he drove her over the edge, she could only call his name as her whole body went into a spasm from pleasure.
“Isaac,” she cried, loving the sound of his name on her tongue as she came undone.
He followed soon after, his back becoming rigid as he buried himself inside of her a final time and unleashing his load. He pumped her full, emptying himself completely. When he finally pulled out, he let the warm liquids of their lovemaking leak out to cover her inner thighs.
Isaac then collapsed next to her with a grin on his face. "So, you are finally comfortable calling me Isaac it seems. But only when you are coming?"
Lillian playfully swatted him before snuggling closer. "Well, since I'm going to be Mrs. Walters, I guess it might be time to be on a first name basis with my boss."
Isaac put a hand on her stomach again and cupped the flat surface gently. "And soon there will be Baby Walters. I'm so happy, Lillian."
He leaned in and kissed her hard, and as they melted together, Lillian couldn't think of anything in the world she'd rather have than his love and protection.
Epilogue
L illian absentmindedly adjusted her black robe and hat, which sat precariously on her French twist. She had worked hard to finish her degree, and as she stood under the sun in her regalia, it was tough to believe that she was finally finished. She had graduated, with honors, and now she could pursue whatever she wanted next.
The party around her was loud, with over a hundred of her friends and family happily talking and eating in the mansion's courtyard. Isaac had insisted he throw her the biggest graduation party possible, complete with chocolate fountains and expensive wine flown in from Chile. It all seemed rather elaborate to Lillian, but she knew he was bursting with pride and wanted to show off her achievement to everyone.
"Momma," came a high-pitched squeal behind her, and Lillian quickly turned around.
A little brown haired girl toddled through the crowd before attaching herself firmly to Lillian’s leg. Anna was the spitting image of her mother, except she had Isaac's big eyes.
"Hey, baby! Are you having fun at
1796-1874 Agnes Strickland, 1794-1875 Elizabeth Strickland, Rosalie Kaufman