“Y-yes!” she hissed.

“No, you’re not,” I retorted, abruptly halting the movements of my hips and hands, pulling away from her body.

“What the fuck?” Destiny yelped.

I had to fight with all of the strength I had in my body not to bend her over again and plunge my cock as deep as I could get it inside of her core. I knew she was right on the brink of coming. But my darling little wife needed to learn a lesson.

“Tyler,” she growled from the bed as I strode, on shaky legs, toward our bathroom. “Get your ass back here!”

I glanced over my shoulder, my entire body going rigid at the sight of her naked and wanting on our bed. But I held firm.

“Shhh, precious. You don’t want to wake up the children, do you?” I turned and entered the bathroom, just managing to hold on to my own sanity. My body wanted nothing more than to come inside of my wife.

“Oh they need to wake up,” she stated a few moments later, entering our bathroom behind me. “Because it might just be the last time they see their father before I kill him.”

I chuckled, turning to her to see her frowning, eyebrows narrowed, her beautiful face full of scorn. Damn she was gorgeous and hot as hell when pissed. And with the ache in my cock growing, my resolve didn’t stand a chance.

She gasped when I grabbed her by the waist, spinning her to face our huge mirror over the countertop. I planted her hands against the granite counter, pushed her knees apart with my own, and plunged deep inside of the walls of her pussy.

The moan she let out was fierce, and I really did fear she might wake the children. But all of my common sense was lost by then.

“Are you going to give me another baby, Destiny?” I groaned loudly in her ear.

“Ty-Tyler … don’t stop,” she pleaded instead of answering.

A smack to her ass had her pounding against the countertop with her fist.

“That wasn’t the answer I was looking for. Try again.” I smacked her ass once more and plunged deeper, causing her to rise on her tiptoes.

“Shit!” She leaned over the counter, her arms growing weak.

“Destiny, are you going to give me another baby?” I demanded.

“Fuck! Yesss!” she screamed. Simultaneously, her pussy muscles clenched, legs trembled, and she began milking my cock for every ounce of my life-producing fluid.

The orgasm ripped through my body, ferociously. I came for what felt like forever, all the while pumping into my wife as if my body was desperately trying to override the offending birth control that was imbedded into her womb.

Not until the last drop of semen poured from me, did I finally unseat myself from inside of her. We both collapsed into a sweaty heap onto the cool, marble flooring of our bathroom.