May 19, 2018

( Warning Smut⚠️)

It was a sunny Sunday morning in late May, and You felt your hormones raging. your body had barely healed since giving birth to Your's and Bill's third child just a couple of months ago, but you were feeling hornier than ever. you wanted another baby, and you knew just the man to help you make that happen.

As You walked into the kitchen, Bill was preparing breakfast. His brown hair fell casually over his bright green eyes. You felt a familiar tingle between your legs as you watched him whisking eggs in nothing but a loose apron over his muscular frame.

"Good morning, my love," Bill said, turning to smile at you. His accent sent a shiver down your spine, and you licked your lips unconsciously. "How are you feeling today?"

"Horny," You replied bluntly, Your blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Very, very horny."

Bill's eyebrows shot up, and a cheeky grin spread across his face. He put down the whisk and walked over to you, pulling your petite body against his tall frame. "Is that so, Y/N? And here I was, just about to cook breakfast."

"Fuck breakfast," You murmured, reaching up to kiss him. Your lips parted slightly, inviting his tongue to dance with yours. Bill responded eagerly, his hands roaming down to cup your plump ass. you moaned into his mouth, grinding your hips against his growing bulge.

Bill lifted you, seated you on the counter, and stepped between your legs. You wasted no time, reaching for the apron strings and pulling them loose. The apron fell open, revealing his thick, hard cock, straining against his boxers. With a gentle tug, You pulled his boxers down, freeing his throbbing length.

"You're so hard," You whispered, stroking his length gently. "All for me."

Bill growled, his hands reaching for the hem of your shirt. He lifted it over your head, revealing your ample breasts, still full of milk. His mouth latched onto one of your nipples, sucking hungrily while his hand teased the other. You arched back, Your hands threading through his hair as pleasure washed over you.

"Oh, Bill," You panted. "Suck me like that while you fuck me. I want to feel you inside me."

With a gentle bite, Bill released your nipple, leaving it wet and puckered. "Your wish is my command, my horny sister," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

He lifted you again, this time setting you down on the table, scattering their unfinished breakfast across the counter. You giggled, your long blonde hair spilling over your shoulders as Bill yanked your panties off. He kicked off his boxers, his cock springing free, and positioned himself between your legs.

Without warning, he plunged into you, filling you. You cried out, your head tossing back as you reveled in the stretch and fullness. Bill began to move, his hips snapping as he thrust in and out of your tight, wet heat.

"Yes, fuck me," You moaned, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "Harder, Bill, harder!"

Bill obliged, his balls slapping against your ass with each powerful thrust. The table shook with the force of their passion, dishes, and cutlery rattling with every drive forward. Your breasts bounced with each impact, and your juices flowed freely, coating his shaft with your cream.

Reaching between their bodies, You started to rub your swollen clit in circles, adding to the overwhelming sensation. "Oh, God, I'm going to cum," You gasped, your legs wrapping around his waist. "Cum with me, Bill. Fill my pussy with your hot cum."

Bill grunted, his body tensing as he reached his peak. "Always happy to give you a creampie, my love," he managed to say through gritted teeth.

With a roar, he released, his cum jetting deep into your waiting womb. You came a second later, your pussy clenching around him like a vice as your juices gushed out, mixing with his sticky cum. They rode out their mutual orgasm, their cries of passion filling the kitchen.

Eventually, Bill slipped out of you, his cum dripping down your ass and onto the table. He pulled you up, kissing you deeply, tasting yourself on his lips. You giggled, snuggling into his broad chest.

"Now," he said, his voice soft and loving. "How about we make that breakfast? We need to keep our strength up, don't we?"

You smiled, a mischievous gleam in your eye. "Oh, we do. Especially if we want to make another baby."