CWC-6

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Shamelessly eating her infront of househelp

Y/N’s face burned a deep, scorching crimson. She scrambled off the bed, clutching Soul to her chest, her legs still trembling from the sudden shock of the ice. Without a word, she bolted from the room, the toddler letting out a confused whimper as she hurried him away from the scene.

JK watched her go, a dark, satisfied smirk on his lips. He didn't chase her immediately. Instead, he moved slow predatory steps and catch her then, he shifted his weight, pressing his face down against her cooling thighs. He let out a low, guttural sound as he began to lap up the mixture of melted ice and her own arousal.

Slurp. Smack.

He drank deeply, savoring the taste of her, his tongue sweeping across her folds until he had cleaned her completely. Only then did he stand, his cock still throbbing and rigid. He grabbed her wrist as she tried to pass back through the hall to get her things, pulling her flush against him.

"You're not going anywhere," he rasped.

He pushed her down to her knees right there in the hallway. "Now, make me feel as good as I just felt."

"JK, please... not here," she whispered, but her hands were already reaching for his zipper.

"Do it," he commanded.

Gluck. Slurp. Y/N obeyed, her mouth enveloping him, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him with a desperate intensity. JK groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her head back so he could look into her eyes. Once he was on the edge, he flipped her over, pinning her against the hallway wall. He drove into her with a violent, singular thrust that knocked the breath from her lungs.

"Ahhh! God, yes!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the house. He fucked her hard and fast, the sound of their colliding skin—*clap, clap, clap*—filling the corridor until he spent himself inside her once again.

Months blurred into a haze of heat and longing. Soon, the household grew. Y/N gave birth to another boy, whom they named Henry. With two sons now running through the halls, one might have expected JK to settle down, but the opposite happened. His obsession only intensified.

He treated the house like his own private playground. One afternoon, in the wide-open living room with the curtains drawn back, Y/N sat on the sofa. JK didn't care who saw or heard; he simply pulled her shirt up, exposing her heavy, nursing breasts. He latched onto her, sucking loudly and greedily.

Pop. Slurp.

"Mmm, you taste so sweet today," JK murmured, pulling away for a second to look at her. He looked toward the kitchen where the staff were working. "Did you see her, Sarah? Look at how these leak for me. She's a little fountain of pleasure."

"JK! Stop it! Be quiet!" Y/N hissed, her face flushing, though she leaned back into his touch.

"Why should I be quiet?" he laughed, his voice booming. "I can't get enough of you. I'm hard just thinking about how tight you felt this morning."

He shifted, the bulge in his trousers unmistakable and straining against the fabric. He was perpetually aroused, a man possessed by his wife's body. Whether they were in the kitchen, the bedroom, or the lounge, he found a way to claim her.

Y/N sighed, her heart full despite the shamelessness of it all. Her life was a whirlwind of diapers, baby cries, and the unrelenting, passionate hunger of a husband who worshipped her. She was full of babies, and entirely full of his love.