you got pregnant not even a month after getting married, because of course you did. logan was insatiable, he fucked you at any given opportunity on your fertile days— he went as far as showing up to your office and pounding you in the toilet cubicle on your lunch break.

the day he noticed the pudge of your belly looked different, rounded and a little harder than usual, he fucked you so hard you saw stars. whispered sweet nothings in your ear about how sexy you looked, how much your belly turned him on.

the bigger you got, the less he could keep his hands off of you. and you can't say you complained, the pregnancy hormones drove you just as wild, had your pussy aching and sopping wet for him all the time. logan took advantage of it, of course he did, he would've been a fool not to. he'd never been so horny in his life, so desperate for a fuck.

you give birth to a boy. he's the most precious little guy, has the thickest head of curly hair and his dad’s pretty brown eyes. you're both besotted, in love, and you'd never seen logan take to a job as well as he took to being a dad. you knew then he that it was clearly what he was destined to do, and you'd do anything to keep him this happy.

you both love being parents. but the no sex was hard, especially with your whirlwind of hormones, and the fact logan hadn't gone longer than a day without stuffing your pussy for the last year. you yearned for each other, but the doctor's strict orders echoed in your mind—six weeks at the very least, with absolutely no exceptions.

he pounces on you the second you get through the door from your six week postpartum appointment, all he needs is the subtle nod of the head and he's backing you up against the wall— he hitches your leg over his hip and grinds into you through the thin material of your panties, sundress slipping up to expose you to him.

he kisses you like a man starved, six weeks of not fucking you felt like a lifetime, and all he wants now is to shove his cock in you and fill you with his seed. get you all nice and pregnant with another howlett— and he knows how fertile you are at this stage, knows just one slip up will have you knocked up again and it makes his cock ache.

you're just as eager for it, of course you are. the sad, stressful healing stage was over three weeks ago and the hormones swirling through your body were showing themselves as sexual frustration. you paw at his jeans, using his belt loops to tug him closer until you're slipping the material down his toned thighs, dragging his boxers with them to pool at his feet.

he doesn't waste time after that, pulling the damp material of your panties to the side and exposing your soaked cunt to the air. you gasp against his lips; feel the thick head of his cock slide in between your folds, running over your clit just barely before he moves back down, pushing the tip into your hole with minimum resistance.

you're lifted onto your tiptoes with the sheer force of logan slipping his cock into your sweet, wet pussy. he buries his face into your neck and let's out the prettiest gasp once he's fully sheathed, stilling for just a moment to make sure you're okay and nothing hurts.

it's endearing in an otherwise feral, highly charged situation. you whine a little, hand reaching to card through his messy hair, in hopes it'll get him to just move. you feel so full, his cock stretching you in this achingly delicious way, and your walls spasm around his length, causing him to grip your thigh just a bit harder.

"fuck, baby. you’ve never felt you wet before, shit," logan talks like he's struggling to catch his breath, he rocks into you and let's put a stifled groan, like he's trying to stop himself from coming on the spot. you feel his cock pulse inside of you, more or less confirming your thoughts.

"fuck, i need you to move, lo," you gasp, begging quietly for him to just fuck you. he cranes his neck to look at you with his lust blown eyes, puffy red lips spit-slick, "come on, babe. show me what i've been missing."

logan grunts at your words, he lifts you up from the ground completely with his strong arms, tapping your thigh twice to get you to wrap your legs around him. you do so willingly, whining as the angle makes him slip just that little bit deeper into your pussy, knocking your cervix. you don't think you'd ever get used to the sheer size of him, how you were able to feel every ridge and vein. he was right, though, you were wetter than usual.

he plants his hands firmly under the curve of your ass, helping lift you off of his cock, then guiding you to sink back down. you can't help yourself, your back arches off the wall as you mewl, a shuddery moan puffing from your lips.

"you're so tight, baby, goddamn," logan grunts, eyes rolling a little as your cunt engulfs him in wet hot heat, the two of you picking up a rhythm with you bouncing and him fucking up into you, "fuck, you feel so good. missed this, missed your little pussy."

you choke out a sob at his words, hand tightening in his hair as you lean forward to kiss him— it's half hearted, you're just panting into his mouth. his cock is so deep that you can feel him in your guts.

logan pants against your mouth, not taking his eyes off of you as he pounds into you, keeping you lifted up like it's nothing.

"i’m gonna knock you up again. would you like that, baby? i want your belly full for me again. i fucking need it."

you nod your head fervently, crying out as you sink down and the angle changes slightly, causing the curve of logan's cock brushing your spongey spot perfectly, "please, please. fill me up with your babies. i want everyone to— fuck, right there!— know your f-fat cock did it."

logan glances down and he catches the sight of your tits by accident. all hard and leaking, making a mess of your pretty little dress. he can't have that, have you sore and aching, that wouldn't make him a very good husband now, would it?

he drags you over to the sofa without pulling out, sits down gently until you're back to being fully seated on his cock, and almost in a complete juxtaposition, rips down your dress to expose your tits to the warm air. you hiss, nipples pulled tight and leaking liquid gold. you hadn't even noticed, too wrapped up in the feeling of being split apart.

"darlin’, you have no idea how much i've wanted to do this," logan sighs, leaning down to latch onto one of your nipples, causing you to let out a startled little yelp that quickly turns into a moan.

you bury your hands back into his hair, tugging him impossibly closer as you slide your hips back and forth, gaining purchase on your clit, enough to have your tummy tightening and core aching, "oh my god," you cry, tears pricking your eyes at the relief you feel all at once.

logan looks up at you with innocent eyes, dragging his mouth from your left nipple and turning his attention to the other one and sucking on it instead. you're dripping wet with milk, leaking down your stomach and soaking your dress through. you can't find it in you to care when logan's looking after you like this, gently bucking up into you from below.

"come on, lo, finish the job," you sigh eventually, pawing at the back of his head and tugging the locks between your fingers, "cum in me, i want to feel you dripping out of me later."

logan takes that as his cue, unlatching from your sore nipple, he grabs a hold of your hips and begins fucking you like he means it— hard and fast. it’s enough to have you doing no work as he throws you around like a damn rag doll. your nails claw at his shoulders, the sound of wet skin slapping and your sopping wet cunt engulfed your senses, having you crying out.

"that's it, baby," he grunts, sliding a hand over the front of your pussy and planting his thumb on your clit, circling it quickly, the sensation was enough to make you almost scream, "are going to cum all over my big cock? milk me with your tight, wet pussy?"

you nod your head, crying out as the warmth begins to pool in your belly, the ruddy tip of logan's cock brushing your g-spot rhythmically, mixing with the feeling of his calloused thumb running over your clit sends you hurtling to the edge quickly, "i'm cumming lo, fuck, fuck—!"

your pussy clenches sporadically as you come, grinding down against logan's pubic bone as you ride it out, fingernails digging into his shoulders so hard he hisses, slapping your ass in retaliation. you swear you've never cum so hard in your life.

"that's it, darlin. cum all over me, shit, you're so fucking wet," logan's losing his composure, fucking up into you sporadically, going crazy over the sounds and feeling of your wet cunt dripping down his shaft, wetting him right down to his balls, making a mess of your expensive sofa, "i’m going to to fill you up my cum, get you all pregnant, can't wait to see you with a belly again— fuck, i’m going to cum!"

you're moaning uncontrollably, body basically limp under his touch as he fucks you with purpose, chasing his own release. you squeeze around him again, milking his cock and that does it— his hips stutter, grabbing hold of you to force you down as he comes, head thumping back onto the sofa cushions, eyes rolling in his head.

you can't say you're surprised when your period doesn't arrive on time. you're even less surprised to see a plus sign a week later.