First Child-Cobryn(Request)

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I tucked my son, Reiland, into his baby bed. Reiland was me and Corbyn's son. He was only born five months ago.

I couldn't have sex for at least three months so I could let the stitches heal, and me and Corbyn have been so focused on him we haven't really got the time in the bedroom.

Corbyn was working a little later tonight and I was just humming Reiland a song since Corbyn would usually sing him to sleep.

He was asleep in seconds and I walked to mine and Corbyn's room getting under the covers and grabbing my phone. I went on Instagram liking some photos and comments.

I texted Corbyn and turned off my phone. Let's have some fun. I went into our closet and grabbed a lingerie. I put it on and sat on the bed in a sexy pose.

I waited for Corbyn which thankfully didn't take long. He walked in and saw me. His eyes went wide and then he smirked immediately.

He ran over and jumped on to the bed. He aggressively ripped of the lingerie and all of his clothes. He smashed his lips onto mine and started making out with me.

I giggled into the kiss and he pulled away looking at my exposed body.

"Someone's impatient." I wiggled my eyebrows and laughed.

He rolled his eyes and smirked shoving his three long fingers inside of me moving them at a fast pace.

I stopped laughed and screamed out a bunch of profanities and moans. He gave me a devilish grin and nibbled on my ear.

"Who's laughing now?" He said pinning my arms above my head and started ramming his fingers inside of me.

I wiggled myself in his grip and he just smiled down at me loving the view.

He felt me clench around him and pulled out messing with me.

"Corbyn.." I whined and tried to get my hands free. He put his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean ignoring my wiggles.

I gave up and just sat there watching his every move. He went to the bedside table slowly and grabbed cuffs too lazy to hold my hands the whole time.

He cuffed them to the head board and went down in between my legs he lightly sucked on my clit blowing on it and switching movements.

I was pulling at the cuffs eager to play with his hair and pull on it. I groaned and whined from him not giving me much friction. He pushed a finger into my throbbing core letting me get used to all the movement since it would hurt of course.

I moaned and closed my eyes. He put another finger in and my breathing got heavier. I groaned and threw my head back. My hands started hurting and my legs started shaking as soon as he added his third finger.

I was a moaning mess, but tried to stay a little quiet since I had just gotten the baby down. He took his fingers out and went up to my face to kiss me.

He smiled down at me and looked deeply into my eyes. He grabbed my throat and shove his whole length in me. I winced from pain and he of course noticed and stayed there not really wanting to hurt me.

He started thrusting slowly and as soon as I shook my head he started pounding into me. The head board was shaking and hitting the wall.

My hands were wobbling everywhere and my wrists were hurting from pulling at them. I screamed, Corbyn's name and he covered my mouth putting more pressure on my throat.

I choked out. "I'm cumming."

And he smirked shaking his head. "Good girl." He said moving even faster getting him closer to cumming.

I clenched around him and he twitched inside of me. We both released at the same time and he smiled at me kissing my forehead and pulling out.

He took my hands out of the cuffs and saw my wrists. He got all sad and started kissing them over and over. I giggled and pulled his face up to mine.

I kissed his soft lips and we both heard crying. I groaned and Corbyn helped me get dressed. We both walked into his room. Corbyn picked him up and rocked him so he was calm.

He put him down and we both sat down in front of the crib. Corbyn started singing and rubbed his little baby feet. I smiled at the sight and started lightly stroking Reilands soft hair.

I felt my eye lids getting heavy and put my head on Corbyn's shoulder. All I could hear was Corbyn's angelic voice, and the sound of our sons little snores.

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