CWC-4

Fucked her hard while baby is sleeping beside them🔞

The bedroom door clicked shut, sealing out the silence of the hallway. JK dropped his briefcase, the leather thudding against the hardwood. The room smelled of lavender and baby powder. On the expansive bed, Y/N lay on her side, her chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic tide. Beside her, Soul was a tiny, curled ball of warmth, his soft breaths barely audible.

JK’s gaze locked on the swell of Y/N’s breasts beneath her thin cotton shirt. A sudden, sharp heat flared in his gut, and his trousers became an unbearable constraint. He stripped with frantic movements, his cock springing free, thick and pulsing, thumping against his lower stomach. He crawled onto the mattress, the springs groaning under his weight. His fingers fumbled with her buttons, popping them open to reveal the white lace of her bra. He hooked a finger under the strap and shoved the fabric aside, exposing a heavy, pale orb topped with a dark, peaking nipple.

He leaned down, his mouth enveloping the sensitive bud. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the tip.

"Mmm... JK?" Y/N stirred, her voice thick and honeyed with sleep.

"Stay still," he breathed, the words vibrating against her skin.

She jolted, her eyes snapping open as she felt the vacuum of his mouth. She looked beside her at their sleeping son.

"Stop! Please," she gasped, pushing against his shoulders. "Soul is right here. He'll wake up."

"Let him," JK groaned, his voice a low, guttural animal sound. He slid his hand down, gripping her thigh and wrenching it wide. "I've been thinking about this since the first meeting of the morning. I can't wait another second."

"You're insane! Not in front of the baby!"

"He's dreaming, sweetheart. And I'm wide awake."

He didn't give her room to argue. He ripped her panties aside with a sharp tug and lunged forward. He entered her in one heavy, wet thrust. A loud, visceral squelch echoed through the room as his cock buried itself deep within her soaking pussy.

"Oh god... JK!" she moaned, her head tossing back into the pillows.

The rhythm was violent and immediate. The sound of their bodies colliding—the wet, slapping noise of his balls hitting her cheeks—filled the air. JK’s breath came in ragged hitches, his sweat dripping onto her chest. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, driving himself upward until he hit her cervix.

The commotion finally broke Soul’s slumber. The toddler began to wail, his high-pitched cries piercing the haze of lust.

"He's awake! JK, stop it! Please!"

"Shut up and take it," he hissed, his pace increasing, the friction creating a frantic, shlicking sound.

"Help! Someone come get him!"

Y/N screamed toward the door, her voice breaking between a sob and a moan.

The bedroom door flew open. A maid hurried in, her eyes widening at the sight of JK’s naked back and his cock disappearing and reappearing from Y/N’s glistening folds.

"Oh! I'll take him, Ma'am!" the maid stammered, quickly scooping the crying child into her arms and retreating.

The door slammed shut again. JK didn't slow down. He leaned down, biting her shoulder as he delivered a final, crushing series of thrusts, filling her deep with a hot, pulsing load of cum.