Price and you had been together for three years and married for five months. During that time, you had shared countless memories and enjoyed being by each other’s side. Over the past few weeks, one thought had been constantly on Price’s mind: starting his own family.

That weekend, your sister had to leave your niece with you for a few hours due to an urgent matter. The three of you turned the house upside down, playing with toys, hide-and-seek, and peekaboo, laughing the whole time. While taking care of the child, a rare happiness shone on Price’s face; the little one’s joy and innocence awakened a long-suppressed desire within him: he wanted his own child.

This thought had been running through Price’s mind constantly over the past few weeks.

After an intense mission, Price had gone out with his teammates to celebrate. Under the influence of the work and the alcohol, Price was quite drunk, struggling to walk and losing his balance.

Ghost drove them home. While you supported Price slightly, you thanked Ghost upon arriving. As Price opened the door, he staggered and leaned on your arm.

11:47 – In the Bedroom.

Price's grip was relentless, his fingers digging into your buttocks, holding you motionless as he thrust himself deep inside you, making you feel every inch of him over and over again. His penis slid slowly and deeply, pulling back far enough to hurt before ruthlessly thrusting back into your hips. His rhythm was deliberate and ruthless; slow enough for you to feel everything, deep enough to keep you flexible beneath him.

As he watched you tremble with each thrust, his eyes darkened with satisfaction. His broad chest pressed against yours, warm and firm, trapping your breasts beneath his weight. You had nowhere to go, no escape from being penetrated so deeply.

"Is it too much, dear? Am I stretching you too wide?" He kissed your wet eyes, soaked in a mixture of pain and pleasure, tasting the salty flavor on his tongue—it was so sweet, considering how harsh he was being right now. "I'm sorry, I really am. It must be so hard for you to accept me like this. But you can handle it, can't you? You're so good for me, dear."

The next move was harder, and you writhed helplessly—your nails scratching Price's broad back. Price let out a moan of pain and pleasure as he rubbed his cheek against your cheek. He kissed you again—softly and slowly, with feigned sympathy—as his penis pushed deeper, harder, and tighter.

His fingers pressed your stomach, and he moaned as he felt how tightly you gripped him with each thrust. "This place will be filled with our babies, won't it?""Fuckkk.. maybe twins..""Even triplets.. ngh.. holy shit..!"