Page 26 of The Good Girl

He’d been sliding in and out of me more forcefully with each thrust, his hand over the hard mound of my stomach where the baby had been kicking up a storm. He’d switched up on one of his strokes and that’s all it had taken for my water to break.

Poor, always in control Jonas had lost his mind, believing that it was his fault that he’d gone too deep and broken my water. There was no explaining to him that he wasn’t at fault and that added to the trauma of seeing his wife give birth had made him more insane than he already was.

After everything his wife had put him through, I’d gone out of my way to make him feel secure in my love for him. He tried really hard not to bring what she had done to him into our relationship, but I knew it was hard for him to trust. He still went lethally cold whenever anything male got too close, but with time he’d learned to conquer his impulse to break their faces in.

That didn’t keep him from being over protective and with the baby growing inside me he’d become even more of a pain. I wasn’t allowed to do more than sit in the garden and read. I’d had to fight to keep my job and had it not been for Rachel I would’ve lost that battle as well.

Far from being my nemesis, his niece had turned out to be a very good friend. She was eighteen going on eighty and a font of information. She was the only one who could calm her uncle’s fears about the baby and he had plenty. He read everything he could get his hands on and instead of helping they only seemed to make him more paranoid.

The man watched everything I did, ate, wore; he even monitored how much sleep I got. In the end I’d begged for leave, but by then he’d figured out that it was easier for him to keep me working where he could keep his eagle eye on me all day.

But now there was nothing standing in the way of me getting some good loving, and when he rose up over me and slid into me, I knew just how to shake that control of his. I clenched down around him and whispered in his ear. “Harder Jonas, do me harder.” I ran my nails down his back until they reached his ass where I dug them in as I lifted my legs higher around his waist.

“Yes, you’re so deep, I feel so full.” I moved wilder beneath him, destroying the last of his control.

“You’re being a very bad girl.” Being a good girl didn’t get me what I wanted, and after weeks of no Jonas I was in need. I licked across his bottom lip and bit him before forcing my tongue past his lips.

We devoured each other’s mouths as we moved together in perfect synch. And then he started to panic, but I was ready for him.

“Suck my nipples baby they hurt.” I used my best little girl hurt voice as I lifted both tits in my hands like an offering.

“Dammit Thalia, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t now fuck your wife like you mean it.” He bit into my nipple as he pulled his cock almost all the way out, before sliding back in hard. Some of my milk escaped the corner of his mouth and he made hungry noises as he nursed on my nipple and fucked me so hard the bed shook.

His hands grabbed my ass, which was a little more than it had been a year ago, but he seemed to like it, if the way he was always rubbing against it when I walk around the house was any indication.

Now he used handfuls of my flesh to pull me closer. “You feel so good butterfly, so hot and tight.” I laughed at the note of surprise in his voice.

“What did you expect? That after the baby I wouldn’t be tight any longer? I’m going to be tight for a long-long time. I found another use for your little torture beads.” I licked his ear and gave him a demonstration.

Every once in a while he loses his mind and doles out punishment for some imagined infraction and those damn beads are still his weapon of choice. Though now I’m not sure which is worse, the beads or the spankings which leave me unable to sit for at least a day.

His grunt of pleasure was all I needed to know that my little exercises were working. I loved it when he grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged my head back so he could fuck my mouth with his tongue as he likes to put it.

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JONAS

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There’s no feeling like being buried inside my wife. It had been weeks since I’ve been able to do this, to be this close. Holding her at night was torture. I’d lie awake hard as a pike, long after I’d brought our daughter in to her for her late night feeding and taken her back to her crib.

I’d read up on the changes that her body might go through during and after pregnancy and I was going to make sure that I did everything I had to-to take care of her. But as usual, she wasn’t cooperating. I held still as she worked her muscles around me. “Baby you gotta stop.”

“No fuck me.” Her mouth; she was still the little innocent I’d first taken to my bed when we were outside these bedroom walls, but once those doors were closed and it was just her and I, she became my wild little butterfly.

I can’t imagine how she’d been able to keep all that passion contained while I was being an ass. She’s noisy, bossy and greedy in bed. But instead of being wary of this side of her, I now celebrate it.

She dug her nails deeper into my ass and pulled me into her. That combined with her words and what she was doing to me with her pussy muscles were fast working to break down my resistance.

“You asked for it.” I spread her legs up and over my shoulders, bending her in half with her nipple in my mouth. Her milk was sweet and warm and my cock grew harder, longer as I started to deep stroke her.

“Oh yes, yes, fuck me harder Jonas.” She knew those words would drive me crazy, knew they would make me lose what little control I had left and she kept up her mantra. Telling me with whispers how she wanted me to take her.

I had to clap my hand over her mouth when she screamed her climax so that she didn’t wake the baby. I didn’t stop fucking even when she came on my cock and her juices ran down to my balls. “Again.” Her milk sprayed out onto her chest and my chin when I let her nipple slip from my mouth.

I cleaned her up and suckled her some more, being sure to leave enough for my little girl. I changed breasts, and kept up my steady pounding, going harder the more I realized that I wasn’t hurting her. My cock was harder than it had ever been and though I felt my nuts draw up in preparation to cum, I wasn’t close to done.