Dangerous connection (Freenbecky)

Chapter 35: 🔞

Becky pov :
He made me sit on his lap , am I really gonna do this ?
I Start  to put his cock inside me , "a..ah fuck ..i-it's so big " I moan cause damn , its hurts so fucking bad. "it will hurt and I will be gentle I promise , okay ?"He assured me while kissing my forehead . He made me lay on bed and he carefully pushed her cock inside me . A  tears forming into my eyes , its hurt but same time its feel good . She slowly thrust till it gets fasten .   "u-ugh – fuck me harder daddy " and that's it after hearing his new name freen become wild I know  he love his new nick name .i don't know what happen to me I think innocent becky was gone . then he speak and ask me "who you need harder baby , so where is my innocent princess , ok now I am shy ........
He faster his thrust while kissing me , I ache my back , rolling my eyes , while I scratch his back hard because of the pleasure he giving me in. I can feel  something on my stomach and I know I am near . I –I am coming !"
The room fill with our  moans and slapping sound.
" stare at me while you cum baby " he said while looking that my eyes   . I  tried to make eye contact with him but I failed.  Few more thrust then I came , and he continue his work till he cum inside me . "Pull it out now ' I said to him . " I want more round " he said and I slap his shoulder.
Then I remember he cum inside me , and the idea of  having baby and start family   come to my mind and it make me smile . then in few minute I fall sleep.

The morning sunlight filtered through the large windows of Freen's room, casting a golden glow over the peaceful scene. Becky stirred first, her lashes fluttering as she blinked awake. As the memories of the previous night rushed back, her cheeks turned a deep crimson. Freen's soft whispers, his tender kisses, the way he held her so lovingly—all of it replayed in her mind like a sweet, dreamlike melody.

She shifted slightly, careful not to wake Freen, who was still fast asleep beside her. His arm was draped possessively over her waist, and his face looked serene and content, lips slightly parted in sleep. Becky couldn't help but smile at the sight, but her embarrassment soon took over. She felt a mix of shyness and nervousness bubbling in her chest. How could I even look at him now? she thought, her fingers brushing over her warm cheeks.

Deciding she needed a moment to collect herself, Becky slowly and carefully wriggled out from under Freen's arm. She tiptoed toward the bathroom, determined to escape before he woke up. But just as her hand reached for the bathroom door handle, a familiar deep voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Where are you going, Mommy?" Freen drawled sleepily, his voice thick with sleep but tinged with amusement.

Becky froze, her hand hovering in mid-air. Slowly, she turned around to see Freen sitting up in bed, his messy hair falling across his forehead and a teasing smirk playing on his lips. "Are you trying to leave Daddy?" he added, his tone playful but his gaze soft, a mix of affection and possessiveness.

Her cheeks burned as she stammered, "I-I was just... going to freshen up."

Freen tilted his head, his smirk widening. "Hmm, freshen up or run away from me?" He slid out of bed effortlessly and made his way over to her. Becky instinctively backed up until her back hit the bathroom door, and Freen caged her in, placing both hands on either side of her.

"Why would I run away?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, avoiding his intense gaze.

"Oh, I don't know," Freen said, leaning in so close that their noses were almost touching. "Maybe because my Princess is too shy to face me after last night?" His voice was low, teasing, but his eyes held a deeper emotion—one of adoration and care.

Becky's blush deepened, and she tried to hide her face, but Freen caught her chin gently, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "You were so brave last night, Baby," he murmured, his voice soft now, filled with love. "You don't need to be shy with me."

Her heart melted at his words, and she finally looked up at him, her big, innocent eyes filled with trust. "I'm not shy," she mumbled, pouting slightly.

"Oh?" Freen chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. "Then why were you sneaking away?"

"I wasn't sneaking," she protested, though her voice lacked conviction. "I just didn't want to wake you up."

Freen hummed thoughtfully, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You're so adorable when you're flustered," he said, pulling her into his arms and holding her close. "But next time, don't leave without kissing me good morning, okay?"

Becky giggled softly, relaxing into his embrace. "Okay, Bunny," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Freen smiled, kissing the top of her head before pulling back slightly to look at her. "Hungry?" he asked. "I can make breakfast for us."

Becky's eyes lit up. "You'll cook?"

"For you? Always," Freen replied with a wink. "But first..." He scooped her up in his arms effortlessly, making her yelp in surprise. "We're showering. Together."

"Freen!" Becky exclaimed, her cheeks burning as she squirmed in his hold.

"Relax, Princess," Freen teased, carrying her toward the bathroom. "I'll be a gentleman. Mostly."

The sound of her laughter filled the room, and Freen couldn't help but grin. She was his world, his light, and he'd do anything to make her smile like that every day.

Later, after their playful morning routine, Freen and Becky sat in the kitchen, enjoying the breakfast Freen had prepared. Becky couldn't stop giggling as she watched Freen pout over the slightly burnt pancakes. "They're not that bad!" she said between bites, trying to reassure him.

"They're awful," Freen grumbled, but his mood brightened when she leaned over to kiss his cheek.

"I love them because you made them," she said sweetly, her words making his heart swell with pride.

"You're too good to me," Freen murmured, pulling her chair closer to his so he could wrap his arm around her shoulders. "What did I do to deserve you?"

"You exist," Becky replied simply, resting her head on his shoulder. "And you love me."

Freen pressed a kiss to her temple, his chest tightening with emotion. "Always," he whispered.

As the day went on, Freen found himself unable to keep his hands off Becky, his protectiveness and love for her showing in every little gesture. Whether it was pulling her into his lap as they sat on the couch or brushing her hair out of her face as she read, he couldn't stop himself from showing how much she meant to him.

And Becky, ever caring and sweet, returned his affection tenfold. She made him laugh with her innocent remarks, held his hand tightly whenever they walked together, and showered him with love in her own gentle way.

Their day ended with them cuddled up in bed again, Becky's head resting on Freen's chest as he played with her hair. "I think today might have been my favorite day," Freen said softly, his voice filled with contentment.

"Why?" Becky asked, looking up at him with curious eyes.

"Because I got to spend it all with you," he replied, kissing her forehead. "And because you're mine."

Becky smiled, snuggling closer to him. "I always will be, Bunny."

As they drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in each other's arms, Freen knew he'd do anything to keep her happy and safe. She was his everything, and he'd cherish her forever.