When he got home, Jacksonson was pleasantly surprised to find his wife on her own in a quiet house. This was highly unusual. Their two older children were safely playing at the neighbor's house down the street and their youngest was napping. He figured that they would likely have at least a solid hour without children around.
Jackson smiled to himself as he sat at the kitchen table pretending to read, but actually watching his wife finishing up the task of washing down the counters. He had offered to help but she had insisted she didn't need any. She was wearing a pretty little summer dress and bare feet. He noted her toe nails were painted a glossy shade of soft pink. Her hair was pulled back loosely with soft tendrils falling down by her neck. She looked good enough to eat and he was suddenly feeling very hungry.
He closed the book he held with a bit of an audible thud in the mostly quiet kitchen. Payton turned to look at her husband. She smiled at him adoringly as she so often did. He returned the smile feeling every bit as enthralled with her. They couldn't get enough of each other. Jackson wondered if she could sense the undercurrents to his mood. She so often could. He stood slowly and he saw her expression change. Her eyes became watchful and now she certainly knew that she was her husband's prey.
"Hunni, wait! I have to finish this up so I can start dinner!" She protested half heartedly.
Jackson growled low in his throat but continued to stalk slowly toward her.
He felt his cock begin to harden in his jeans. He loved how her dress fit a little snug over her milk filled tits, and the way it showed more cleavage than she likely intended. He loved her long legs and knew they would feel perfectly smooth and soft.
"Jackson! The kids will be home in a bit and they will be starving." She turned her back to him and continued to clean the counters. His eyes moved down her back to her rounded ass.
He growled again. "Mine." He moved in closely behind her and wrapped his arms possessively around her. "Who do you belong to?" He whispered into her ear.
"I belong to you, Daddy." She was slightly breathless now as she obediently took her role.
Jackson let his hands roam over her body possessively. He wanted her pregnant again. Their youngest was already almost two, so it was time. He craved watching her breasts become even larger and rounder, watching her belly swell and grow round. He missed running his lips and tongue over her amazing body as it grows and changes to accommodate his baby.
They never used protection. On the day they got married he had insisted that his wife stop taking the pill. Between babies, if it was too soon to possibly become pregnant, they would watched her cycle and they would do other things on her fertile days. He loved fucking his pretty wife up her tight little ass. He also loved cumming on her tits and face.
Jackson pressed his throbbing cock against his wife's ass. The gasp that escaped her lips was heady and intoxicating. "Tell me again." His voice was low and demanding.
"I belong to you, Daddy."
"I am going to use you, my Slut."
Payton whimpered.
Jackson loved when his slut got so needy. He squeezed her milk filled tits tightly and got the reaction he wanted as a sound of pain and pleasure tumbled from her lips. Her dress would be damp there soon as her tits always leaked when she was aroused. He smiled to himself. She had stopped breast feeding their youngest almost a year ago, but he kept her body producing milk by feeding from her tits himself. Daily he drank from her and milked her beautiful tits.
It was incredible the control his beautiful wife allowed him over her body. It had been his choice to keep her tits milking. Friends and family knew she no longer breastfed their youngest, but her breasts were still full and round with milk.
Sometimes when he had not fed from them or she had not had time to express milk from them they would become very full and uncomfortable. This was a little hard for his little slut to explain away to others. Sometimes they leaked while she was fully clothed. He loved the mild humiliation this caused her, but the best part was he loved how despite herself she loved the humiliation as well.
"I am going to fucking pound that cunt; fill you with my seed. You're my breeding whore. Say it!"
"I am your breeding whore, Daddy!" She said obediently. She knew what he wanted. She knew what he was going to take now, and what he wanted to make happen. Her Daddy wanted to put his baby in her again. She bit her lower lip as arousal pooled heatedly in the pit of her stomach.
Jackson kept her bent over the counter as he stepped back just enough to ease her thin cotton dress up over her rounded ass. She wore a simple white thong under it and it made his mouth water for her. He stepped back slightly more and hooked his fingers around the band of the thong. Slowly he pulled it over her ass and down her legs. He left it around her ankles, as the image of his woman bent over the counter with her panties around her ankles drove him wild.
"You look like a slut right now. A need whore."
She grunted. He knew those words drove her wild.
Stepping to her side he moved in close again. He ran his hand greedily over her cunt and asshole. She was wet already. Soaked was actually a better word for it. What a slut she was for her Daddy. He continued to run his hand back and forth from her pussy to her asshole. Spreading her wetness and soaking his hand. It was just enough to feel good but not enough to actually truly pleasure her.
He smiled when she groaned with frustration. Jackson pulled his hand back and let it come down hard on her creamy white ass cheek smacking his impetuous slut hard. He smiled when she cried out. Without pause he let several more hard smacks land on both ass cheeks. Her pale skin was becoming red with his hand prints. When her grunt became little soft cries, and her breathing was coming faster he stopped.
The kitchen was silent except the for the soft hum of the fridge and their heavy breathing. He looked down at her. The gentle sunlight pouring in from the window over the sink dappled over her reddened ass. He leaned down and kissed her where his hands had marked her. The skin was slightly heated against his lips.
His cock was becoming uncomfortable in his jeans. So, once again stepping back from her he removed them as well as the rest of his clothing. His eyes roamed over her for a moment as he stroked himself. She hadn't dared to move. Like a good girl she remained bent over the freshly cleaned counters with her panties around her ankles. Her ass was a lovely shade of red. He went back to her and once again ran his hand over her cunt and asshole.
"You're absolutely soaked. My little slut enjoyed her spanking, didn't she?"
"Yes Daddy." Her voice was soft but filled with lust.
Jackson stepped behind her and placed his cock lengthwise between her ass cheeks. Her ass cradled his thick cock as he leaned over her and once again took hold of her tits through the dress. As he suspected her dress was soaked there. His little slut's milking tits had begun to leak while she was being spanked.He didn't gave her more space as he placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her to a full standing position. He had her wedged tightly between himself and the kitchen counter. His cock holding her ass cheeks spread. He gently tugged her dress up and over her head, and then undid and removed her thin bra that was wet with her milk.
Keeping her back pressed against his chest he reached around and squeezed her breasts in a milking motion that he has become very adept at. His fingers gently but firmly applied pressure to the fullness of her tits as his fingers slid over the silky skin until they squeezed just the nipples. Her body did as it was supposed to and released his milk in a spray. He watched as her nipples squirted milk onto the kitchen counter in front of them. His cock throbbed hard as he growled again against her ear.
Payton whimpered as he continued to milk her like this. She always has so much milk for him to play with and drink. She was the perfect milking whore. Finally he allowed her enough space to turn around before pinning her again with his hands on her hips. He leaned down and took one plump pink nipple into his mouth. He slid his tongue over it fluidly before he sucked lightly. That was all it took and milk released into his mouth. He drank from that nipples and then the other. She moaned loudly when he sucked hard. He knew it was both a sensation of overwhelming relief when he drank from her, as well as some pain when he drew hard on her nipples. It made her crazy.
Moving up her body he rained hot possessive kisses over her heated skin. He nipped at the skin of her collar bone and throat. He kisses his way up her throat to her jaw and then finally claimed her mouth. The kiss was unrelenting possessiveness. It was unapologetic with roughness demanding and full of a dark lust that ran deep inside him. His arms clamped tightly around her crushing her body to his own. Where she was soft and giving his was hard and pressing.
When neither of them could go without oxygen any longer he released her mouth. They both panted hard. Her lips looked swollen from the kiss. "You're mine." He rasped. She nodded knowingly.
