Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

SPURT—! SPURT—! SPURT—! SPURT—!

Thick, heavy ropes of cum blasted deep into Angela’s cunt, painting her already creamy, well-fucked insides pure white. Daniel kept his cock buried to the root and slowly ground his hips in tight circles, churning the fresh load into the sticky mixture already filling her, forcing it against her soft, swollen walls until it had nowhere left to go.

Angela let out a long, broken, slutty moan against his neck.

"Anggmmm~!"

Her lips purred and vibrated against his skin, sending a sharp thrill straight down to his still-hard cock. She could feel every hot pulse of seed flooding her — the thick baby-making batter her womb was supposed to process. The thought only made her tighter. More of his cum meant higher chances of getting pregnant for her husband.

They both lay there heaving, chests rising and falling hard. Hot, damp breaths washed over each other’s sweat-slicked skin. Daniel pushed her head deeper into the crook of his neck with one hand while the other stroked slow, deliberate lines down the curve of her back and over the soft swell of her ass, calming the residual tremors in her body.

"What happened, my dear?" he asked, voice low and breathy right against her ear. "Riding me first thing in the morning like a bitch in heat... is your greedy pussy aching that badly for your husband’s cock?"

Heat exploded across Angela’s face and neck. Shame mixed with fresh arousal. She was grateful her face was already buried against him; otherwise she wouldn’t have known where to look. This sudden shyness felt brand new — like she had become a trembling little bride again the morning after her wedding night. Her heart hammered violently against his chest. The dull, empty days of the past suddenly felt far away, as if her body had finally been slapped awake.

Daniel’s hand slid lower and gave one of her soft, bubbly ass cheeks a strong, possessive squeeze, fingers sinking deep into the plush flesh.

"Anggg~! Hubby—!"

"What? Don’t like it when I touch what’s mine?"

Angela only let out a weak, needy purr and tried to hide further against him, her cunt giving an involuntary flutter around the thick cock still buried inside her.

Suddenly Daniel tangled a thick fistful of her long hair around his fingers and lifted her face away from his neck. He forced her to look directly into his eyes. Her scalp tingled and burned from the pull. She still didn’t understand how, when, or why her gentle husband had become this rough... this dominant.

"Hubby... you’ve become so rough with me," she muttered, voice small, face hanging in shame. "You never used to spank my ass or pull my hair before... but now—!"

Daniel let her face drop until their lips hovered only a single inch apart. Their eyes stayed locked. She could feel the heat of his breath on her mouth.

"Well, dear... I’ve changed. I finally realised there’s no point running after work all day when I have such a beautiful, hot, sexy woman waiting at home as my wife. Why not use these wide child-bearing hips of yours... these plump, fuckable lips... and how could I ever forget—"

SMACK!

His open palm cracked hard across her fat ass while his cock was still buried deep, sealing every drop of cum inside her. The sharp sting made her whole body jolt and her cunt clench tightly around him.

"—these fat, jiggly cheeks of yours. Why not use every soft, dirty part of you to the fullest?"

Angela’s face burned scarlet at the filthy praise mixed with the stinging heat on her ass.

"Hubby... what happened to you? You changed so much in a single night. Even the way you look is different... more energised... healthier... more... manly..."

"So tell me," Daniel asked, almost brushing their lips together before deliberately pulling back just enough to deny the kiss, "who do you like more? The me now... or the me from before?"

Angela fell silent. She only turned her face away like a shy virgin whose first night had just ended, unable to meet his eyes.

Daniel was relentless.

In one smooth, powerful motion he rolled them over. Angela’s back hit the soft mattress with a small bounce and he came down on top of her, the change in angle driving his still-hard cock even deeper with a more brutal thrust that forced a wet squelch from her overfilled cunt.

He never released her hair. Looking straight into her wide, watery eyes, he asked again while giving her a slow, deliberate, teasing stroke — dragging his thick shaft almost all the way out before sliding back in to the root, making her feel every ridge and vein.

"Amm~!"

Then—

PLAP—!

A heavy, wet smack of his hips against her crotch drove him all the way to her deepest core. Her inner muscles spasmed hard around him.

"Ahhh—!"

"Tell me, dear. Who do you like more? Me now... or me from before?"

SMACK—!

Another deep, punishing thrust made her body jerk upward on the bed.

He tightened his fist in her hair until her scalp burned. Gathering a thick, glistening blob of saliva on his tongue, he slowly let it drip in a long, shiny string onto her plump, slightly parted lips. Feeling the warm wetness, Angela opened her eyes — only to see the filthy scene above her. Her eyes widened as pure feminine instinct of being dominated and owned surged through her body. She darted her little pink tongue out to catch his saliva, but Daniel was faster. He caught her tongue between two fingers and pulled it fully out of her mouth, holding it hostage.

"Unhhh~!" she moaned at the helpless, exposed feeling.

Daniel leaned in so close their noses almost touched, eyes cold and completely possessive.

"Until you tell me who you like more... you’re not getting away from me."

Then he dragged his broad, flat, wet tongue slowly across her soft cheek, leaving a shiny trail. He swept it over her forehead, across her closed eyelids, down the other cheek, and over her chin until every inch of her face was wet and dirty with his saliva. Finally he moved to her captured tongue, circling the tip of his own around it in slow, filthy licks while he continued the deliberate, teasing thrusts in and out of her cum-stuffed cunt — stretching her, owning her, waiting for her answer while she lay pinned and marked beneath him.