AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I don’t need to be fixed,” she snaps, and for the first time since she stepped back into my life, her tone is just shy of forceful.
“I’m not trying to fix you. You’re not fucking broken, but you are mine, and I plan to take care of you in every fucking way. This is your home, your fucking world now, and I’ll help fill it with everything you want and need so you never have to think about all the shitty things I did back then. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I’ll replace those shitty memories with good ones. Of us, of our home, our life, our family.”
Etta makes a soft sound and nuzzles her cheek against my chest. “You make it really hard to hate you,” she whispers.
“For years, I wanted and needed your hate. Now I need your love, Etta. I need you to love me the way I love you.”
“You don’t love me.”
“Little One, I saw you for the first time in fifteen years four days ago. I brought you to my home, fucked you, and pumped you full of me, and now you’re my wife and pregnant with my kid. What the fuck is that if it’s not love?”
“Insanity,” she whispers with a hint of sass.
I can’t help it, I laugh. “Maybe a little of that too.”
The sun has dipped low in the sky by the time I tear myself away from Etta, rolling to the edge of the bed before I slip my hands beneath her and pull her into my arms.
“Oz, no, I want to sleep,” she whines exhaustedly.
“I need to feed you, then we can sleep,” I promise.
“I’m not hungry.”
“Tough. We haven’t eaten since lunch, and it’s late. I’ll make us something quick, then we can go to sleep.”
Sighing, she rests her cheek against my shoulder, either not noticing or caring that we’re both completely naked. I’ve spent the time since we got back from the courthouse fucking her to as many orgasms as I can manage, and now she’s exhausted and wrung out.
Apart from using the bathroom, I haven’t let her out of my sight or away from my touch, and after hours of being gluttonously indulgent with her, the idea of putting her on the couch while I make us something to eat feels unthinkable.
Forcing myself to stop being a pussy, I lower her to the couch and watch as she immediately curls into a ball, resting her head on the arm of the couch. Slipping the throw off the back, I drape it over her, then lean down and press a soft kiss to the back of her head.
She makes a pained, mewling noise when I step away, like she’s become as attached to my touch as I have to hers, and my dick twitches to life. I’m not in my teens anymore, I usually need a certain amount of recovery time, but not with her. I’m hard ten seconds after I blow my load inside of her, and the more I fuck her, the more I want to.
For the first time in my life, I feel a new sense of empathy for people who lose themselves to addiction, because I am completely addicted to her. In my heart, I already know she’s pregnant, but the thought of having a kid with her makes every time I push my dick into her feel fucking exhilarating. She’s my wife, and we have a lifetime together, but I know that I’m going to lose my shit every time I get her pregnant, and I plan to do it as many times as I can convince her to agree to, or as often as I can make it happen without her realizing it.
The Barnetts home is literally packed to the rafters with kids, and until I met Etta, I truly never understood the desire to have a family. Now, I get it completely. I understand why one or more of the women in that house are always pregnant. Because even though I’m hoping Etta is already bred, the drive to fill her with my cum and put my kid inside of her is so much stronger than my resolve to give her a break. Tomorrow, we’ll need to leave the house because my dick is already starting to chafe and her cunt is red and swollen.
Hurrying to the kitchen, I quickly make us an easy supper of soup and grilled cheese, which we eat in front of the TV. I doubt it’s the poetic end to her wedding day she ever dreamed of, but to me, every single part of this day has been utter perfection.
It’s late by the time we wake up the next morning. The sun is high in the sky, and my wife is curled up naked in my arms, her face pressed into my neck, her tits mashed against my chest while I hold her to me like I’m worried she’s going to leave me while I’m asleep. She doesn’t seem bothered by my death grip on her, though, as she blinks the sleep from her eyes and nuzzles in closer as she yawns.
“Good morning, wife,” I drawl happily.
“Oh my god, that’s so weird.” She giggles.
“I fucking love it. I love you, wife.”
“Oz,” she whines, squirming against me as my hard dick presses against her belly.
“Don’t worry, I know you’re sore. I can wait, or you could let me use your mouth, or ass,” I suggest with a smirk.
“I need to pee and take a shower, I’m gross,” she deadpans.
“So that’s a no?” I chuckle, tipping her chin back and pressing my lips roughly to hers.
“Oz,” she whines again, and I know that it wouldn’t take much to turn her whines of protest into whines of pleasure, but I won’t, at least not yet anyway.
“Come on, stinky, let’s get you clean,” I tease, lifting her with me as I climb out of bed.
