My [F] husband [M] fucked the living life out of me. The Next Day (Part 2)

It has been a long time since [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lubp5y/my_f_husband_m_fucked_the_living_life_out_of_me/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) was posted on this subreddit. I apologise for the delay but I had an unavoidable circumstance which required my undivided attention, hence delaying the writing…but atlast, thank you to all the readers who beared with me this long for me to post this part, hence concluding my journey for my story. I hope you enjoy reading it…

Part – 2

…I take a stance and rise up from the ground seductively ( I could see it in his eyes, he literally wanted to grope me, his primal side was now escaping his gentle shell) and give into his silent stares. He swiftly moves in closer and I gasp, nervous because I knew what was coming. The anticipation was nerve wrecking. He smells my neck while simultaneously running his lips across my skin, licking the beads of sweat that had secreted due to the tense atmosphere. It was exhilarating.

The tingling sensation gave me goosebumps. My mind was already ascending towards a state of trance.

He then quickly grabs a chunk of my hair, and again delivers probably the sloppiest kiss known to mankind. Salivas were exchanged (my man really likes it dirty). My eyes were rolling. My hands, didn’t seem to work. Just felt like an extension hanging out with no purpose of it’s own. I couldn’t control it. He was controlling my body.

He was tasting his juices in my mouth, will simultaneously kissing and sucking my chin, my jaw line and edging down to the neck and collar bone and to the upper breast, biting around like some delicious desert. Salivating at each section.

My brain at this point was trying to fight the sensations, because who the fuck has an orgasm while making out? But my body wasn’t ready to accept it.

The muscles around the legs stiffened, and the nipples felt like they could pierce the hoodie itself. I was just standing there like a ragdoll with my eyes rolled up, while his tongue was licking my shell in and out at every corner and crease of the skin my body had to offer.

He was sucking my nipples but that wasn’t the part which made me have the feels. He changes his course and runs his mouth around the aerolas, the skin surrounding it. It felt different. It felt like he wanted to eat me and I wouldn’t mind, because Lord, it felt like I was being appreciated.

All this while his long fingers ( middle and ring )were buried deep in my flower doing a circling “Come to Me” motion, touching the sensitive innards of my vagina ( God knows, why my legs didn’t give up then and there, but I maintained my stance.)

For a brief moment I could see and smell his eggs, that were still on the iron skittle and were burning. I wanted to make him aware but my voice was inaudible. I was uttering words that didn’t make any sense. All I could mumble were mono syllables and “aahh…”

His fingers were rapidly moving in and out while continuing the come to me motion and I was lost in its sensations. Fuck the eggs, who cares. If the house burns down, it’s gonna burn down with me and him having the best sex of our lives. No regrets. I don’t care.

All of a sudden, my vision becomes blurry. My eyes couldn’t see anything clearly. It was like, I lost my ability to concentrate at one thing properly. No focus. I look at him and he his smiling and his fingers which were still thrusting in my pussy, stop at that moment. An explosion of transparent liquid oozed out of my opening, falling on the ground like a waterfall. My brain was having a fucking electrical failure( or it felt like one ).

I was literally on my last three brain cells finding logic in what the actual fuck was happening. I could feel my fucking bones vibrate. I could sense my body stiffening. My back was arched to the maximum angle. My hands were holding my head trying to supress the jolt of electricity. I was squirting so fucking bad.

My legs gave up and I fell on the ground with a thud, twitching and screaming ” ahhhh…Fuck!! Fuck!!Fuck!!..holyy sshiittt!! ” He was just watching his wife max out in pleasure on the floor. He was smiling and perhaps proud of himself, as the face said it all.

If you know how to make a woman squirt, let me tell you, you are a fucking Mozart. Its so difficult to find the right place and spot to hit.

If I say my body didn’t stop shaking, it would be an understatement. It COULDN’T. I was looking at him, asking “what have you done to me!!” while absorbing the pleasure which lasted a good 30 seconds. It felt like I’m was passing out. It was incredible. Although it wasn’t my first squirt session, it was different.

He smiles, picks me up from the ground like a baby, walks towards the dinning hall, sits me down on the chair and insert his cock inside me and grinds it.

My legs were placed up on his shoulders and my back is erect and rested on the chair’s back support while he grabs the wooden arms of the chair and starts fucking me balls deep. It was so hot! The chair itself was rocking along with me while he stroked himself deep in my vagina.

Those strokes of his cock, touching my womb with every move , those strong manly arms, shaking the entire system of a woman topped on the chair, those passionate eyes looking at my sweaty naked body as he does it. It was a dream fuck situation, Readers.

My whole body was responding to his Rythme. I could feel the blood rush through my ears to my brains. I was hyper ventilating.

“What are doing to me…uuhh!!” Was all I could mumble. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t kill the Rythme. He doesn’t stop. All I could remember at that point was recollections of the happiest moments of my life with him.

How he helped me with my depression, his gentle, tender approach to my temper. Everything that he did for me all came back rushing in at that point while I stared into his eyes while he was pounding me.

I could sense a tinge of bitterness still inflicting him to hate fuck me because of the pain that I had given him, but the rest of it was pure primal love. He was forgetting his pain for me. He was letting his pain and my betrayal become his past and was looking to establish a new relationship.

A more intense, passionate and more loving than ever before. He doesn’t say a single word at this point, but I could read his eyes while he impaled me with his manhood.

I was controlling my emotions and my guilt to the point where it became too much to bear and I couldn’t help but cry while uttering ” I fucking love you… I fucking love you so much baby!!!” I was balling. This primal cry was pure love that I had for him, which had consumed my senses. All of it. I wanted a part of him. It felt like that.

I didn’t give a fuck if anything happened to me, I didn’t give a fuck if I and him would last for the given time that God had alloted for us to be together. All I cared about at that point was him being with me and him being mine and only mine.

I could feel everything, his passion, his love for me. All of it while he pounded me legs up on the chair. My Man. My king.

Suddenly a gentle thrust from his side indicating that he was reaching his pinnacle as he started to expand inside. I came back to my senses, while he was still thrusting and pounding me balls deep but he was getting close, maybe 15 seconds more. I was on the verge of getting my third climax too. It felt like a perfect ending was coming. I didn’t want to waste it. I couldn’t waste it.

” Cum inside me baby, I want your child. I want it. I want your child inside me! I’ll show my love for you, and our baby. I’ll devote myself for you and my family, give me your love and I’ll cherish it forever! Make me pregnant baby, make me a proud mother!”

He growls with a manly scream, proceeds to fuck me in a greater pace to reach the end.

I was so in love , that it was intoxicating. I was on a low-key high. I wanted his child. I wanted our baby!

We rock to his motion while I reach my climax and suddenly he utters ” Babe, I’m gonna cum…!! I’m gonna cum babe!!” And ooze of warm goodness is buried deep in my uterus. A burning sensation which felt wholesome.

He was motionless. I was motionless. Two of us staring at eachother as if nothing can come between us. Immersed in ecstasy. Pleasure and Love.

Rested in each others arms trying to find composure and strength to respond and catch a breath after what felt like a gym session, I look at him.

” Will we ever be okay again?” I ask in a trembling voice, on the verge to breakdown with my feelings for him.

He takes a pause to catch his breath

” I don’t know…but I’m willing to work on us as long you hold my hand and walk with me along this road not taken. I don’t hate you. All I have ever done is love you and will always do. But there is a long journey ahead of us. And I need you to hold me if I fall. As I’m vulnerable and so are you.” Trying to hide his tears from me, by putting up a brave dace, he says in a gentle tone.

” I will, I will.” I caresss his face with my hands with my eyes moist.

” Then it’s gonna be a hell of a ride. But I’m not worried.” He says responding to my touch.

We both were naked but felt protected at the same time as we held eachother tightly. God bless this man.

” I think you eggs didn’t survive” I say in a assuring tone.

” My eggs? Aren’t they inside you? Oh fuck! Shit my eggs!! ” He runs towards the stove and switches it off , finally turning towards me only to burst into a fit of laughter.

He recognised that this could work, will work looking at me. I could sense it in his eyes. He was falling for me once again. The same teenager with an awkward aura of his own, will to do anything for the woman that he loved. Me.

He smiles at me and gives me the same smirk as last night and tells “I love you.”

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