Chapter 68: Deep night

Edward was overjoyed, overjoyed, and overjoyed. He felt his chest expand with pride as he learned that they were expecting their third child, which was growing inside her wife's belly.

His heart warmed as he gazed down at the lovely woman in his arms. "My God, I loved her more than anything in this world; what did I ever do to deserve you, sweetie?" He whispered into her curls, so softly that it's a wonder she heard, "You loved me, love. You loved me." Her head fell against his shoulder and within seconds he could hear her delicate little snores that kinda reminds him so much of a tiny kitten's purr.

"I am so in love with you, my wife," he said as he sat with Cassandra sleeping in his lap, thinking about how different life would be after tonight.

Life was about to get a whole lot better. Edward was overjoyed that she was his wife, his entire world.

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Edward smiled as he looked down at his lovely wife. He cast a downward glance at his life. His entire world. He couldn't take his gaze away from her without smiling. She was the most beautiful woman on the planet. He couldn't seem to get enough of her. His heart was filled with joy just by looking at her.

"I love... love... love!"

He blinked and shook himself awake to see my lovely wife snapping her tiny little fingers beneath his nose.

"Where have you gone, love? I've been speaking to you for five minutes and you haven't said anything," Cassandra said.

But Edward didn't say anything and just stared at her. She was stunning as she went off on a tangent at him. He couldn't hide his desire for her any longer. He hadn't touched his wife in several hours. He'd been inside her precious body for hours, wearing nothing but his t-shirt and her bare panties... He couldn't keep it together any longer.

Edward's hands were tangled in her beautiful mass of thick and wild curls before she could finish her sentence, and his mouth was on hers. Sucking, licking, and nibbling Their kiss was neither gentle nor sweet. No, it was fervent. All of your teeth and tongue.

His wife was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted, and he always smelled like peppermint. He suspects it has something to do with her "hidden stash" of candy canes discovered beneath her side of the bed. He had asked her about it, and she had told him, "you didn't see anything, got it?" He had never laughed so hard in his life. She had been so cute while trying to be serious.

Her tongue brushed against his, sending shivers down his spine. "Damn, she felt so good, "He mumbles. He could bury his tongue down her throat until he couldn't breathe because her mouth was warm and wet.

Everything about his wife was flawless. He couldn't seem to get enough of her. She was lovely from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Phenomenal. She was the epitome of perfection. Her beauty, however, was not based on physical characteristics. Her soul was lovely. Her mind was stunning.

Everything about his wife was stunning. She was the lovely Quee in his life. He would always love her. He adored everything about her.

He knew she needed to breathe when he felt her pull away slightly. He pecked her lips once, twice, and three times before gently pulling his mouth away from hers. Her eyes were closed, and she had a sweet smile on her lips.

"F*ck, she was so beautiful," he thought to himself. His hands were still tangled in her hair, which he took advantage of by running his fingers through her curly locks. He enjoyed running his fingers through her silky, slightly tangled hair. She was always complimenting him. She was soft whereas he was hard. His hands were rough and calloused, whereas her hair was smooth, sleek, and silky. It felt like a waterfall was flowing through him.

"I hope I didn't tire you out, sweetie," he chuckled as he leaned down and placed his mouth next to her ear, "Because your husband has a lot more planned for you tonight."

Edward's words sent shivers down her spine and raced through her heart. His breath was hot against the shell of her ear, and her panties were wet from the thought of his warm breath brushing against her p*ssy.

Cassandra wanted him to lower his hands past the lacy band of her was her barely there underwear she desired his fingers gently gliding across her a seeping slit

She wanted him to feel the warm, wet, creamy proof that spilled from her p*ssy and demonstrated how much she desired him.

"Even though I've made love to your sweet little p*ssy with my fingers, f*cked your lovely pink hot hole with my tongue, and cherished your tight body with my cck...you are still as innocent as can be with that pretty little blush, my wife," she laughed.

His words made her cheeks burn and her p*ssy quiver. Her juices were leaking into her pantyhose. She tipped her head back and gave the most venomous glare she could muster. He has no right to tease me when her p*ssy is aching.

She requires him within her. "I need you inside me, love."

As he stared down at her in surprise, he instilled, his eyes wide and his mouth gaping.

She simply wants to sit on his beautiful face. She's sure he'd be surprised if she pushed him down and sat directly over his mouth.

"I love it when you unwittingly voice your views; by all means, Sweetie, sit. Hubby's face is your throne; come let hubby f*ck your little p*ssy with his tongue."

"Oh f*ck me sideways," he exclaimed, taking on the role of their sexual activities.

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"O-ohh f*ck, baby. You are still so f*cking tight, sweetie. Oh my f*ck! Just like that. Just like that!" Edward's voice shook as his hands tightened around her hips, forcing her down on his thick c*ck. Her tight p*ssy wrapped around his fat d*ck, her juices flowing over him as he sank into her little hole and stretched her wide, was nothing short of stunning.

Her p*ssy was shaved bare and a lovely pink color. Against him, she felt like velvet. Nothing made him happier than burying his face between her thighs. He had always imagined her cunt to be a lovely sight.

And it was quite a sight. Even more so when it was clenched around his c*ck. His imagination was inadequate.

"Ohl E-Edward! Harder, love! Harder!" Her moans pierced the air as her body bucked against his, pleading for more. His grip on her hips loosened as he used their position to roll to the side, pulling her beneath him. He yearned to get his c*ck deep inside her tense body. He desired to insert his c*ck deep into his lover's p*ssy, followed by her a. Oh, how he wished he could f*ck her as well.

He could just picture her tight little pink hole spread open wide, a dark hole staring back at him, begging him to f*ck it with whatever and however he wanted.

He was driven insane by the sound of his balls slapping against her. He enjoyed the sounds they made together. The sound of their fluids squished as he pumped in and out of her body. The smacking sound of sweaty flesh colliding with sweaty flesh. He adored everything about it. If he could only do one thing for the rest of his life until he died, he would choose to f*ck his wife.

Her voice was a breathy moan when she said "love."

"Yes, sweetie?" he cooed sweetly.

Erika's small hand unsuccessfully wrapped around his thick c*ck without further prodding.

But she was anything but a quitter. She leaned forward, a smug little smile on her face, to lick the slit of his d*ck's head. Edward's mouth hissed, and his hands flew down to tangle in her mass of tangled hair.

As she wrapped her hot pink lips around his pulsating d*ck, he let out a groan. "F*ck she had a good mouth," he murmured, and she hollowed her cheeks with just enough suction. Her cunt was almost as nice as her mouth.

"F*ck, sweetie, you're a bad girl, I'm going to f*ck your little mouth and cum all over your face," she said flatly. He was going to f*ck her mouth until he arrived, and then he was going to f*ck her face.

His hands were tangled in her hair, forcing her face forward as he pushed his c*ck down her throat as far as he could.

It felt f*cking amazing. He could feel his balls tightening, and he knew he was getting close. Tightening his fist, he tried to pull her mouth away from his c*ck, but she let him go.

Her mouth was stuck shut like a suction cup. He yanked her hair with his fists, "Let go, sweetie," he said through gritted teeth. While her mouth felt great, he had no intention of having her swallow his load. No. His load was about to splatter across her face.

"Get on the bed, sweetie," Edward said, pushing her flat on her back, her tits shaking from the force he used. Smirking. He palmed his c*ck, which was slick with saliva and p*ssy juice. Her body was spread eagle for him to see.

His thick c*ck was gaping from being inside of her, and he wanted nothing more than to shove it back deep inside of her, but he knew his balls wouldn't give him that pleasure; he was far too close to coming.

As he gazed down at her gaping p*ssy, his hand moved slowly along his shaft, pumping. He'd just been inside that hot cunt, and now it was splayed out in front of him, spread wide. Her fingers trailed down her body, and she bit her lip, her eyes hooded, looking up at him.

"Cum on me, love, cum all over my body," her voice was thick with desire, and Edward knew that if she had her way, he'd be buried deep inside her once more. However, his balls were in charge with a grunt, and he came.

"Oh, f*ck yeah!" he groaned as he looked down at her carrying his load like a champion whore. His creamy white load sprayed her face, completely covering her eyes, nose, and mouth. He misted her breasts, causing her nipples to stiffen. He grinned as he directed his c*ck toward her p*ssy, spraying his cum over her gaping hole and watching it seep inside her.

He was about to get a taste of that delectable cunt.

He sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at that perfect p*ssy. "I'm going to stick my tongue deep inside your little hole and lick you clean before eating you're as."

Her p*ssy was the tightest p*ssy he'd ever f*cked, and he was going to make sure his beloved wife was all his.

He was going to make love to her for the rest of his life.