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Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulls me snug into him. The hard, thick ridge of his cock presses into the small of my back, and I can’t stop the whimper that passes over my lips. He’s insatiable, and already hard for me. It seems like he’s always hard for me. Only for me.
With his hot breath blowing over my skin, he whispers against my ear, “Do you know what tonight is?”
I shake my head, my eyes fluttering closed as his lips trail along my neck. “What, Daddy?” The word I was so determined not to say now falls naturally from my lips. Five little letters that I have learned are not only the key to unlocking the most primal parts of him, but also for getting exactly what I want.
He grips my chin and pulls my face over his shoulder just enough that his mouth can crash onto mine. When his tongue devastatingly sweeps across mine, he tastes of bourbon. I melt into the kiss—and into him—reaching behind me to grip his broad shoulders.
His hand slides down my neck and cups my breast through the shirt. With his thumb circling my nipple, causing it to stiffen into a hard aching peak, he gravelly whispers against my lips, “Tonight, I’m going to put our son in you.”
My breath catches at the absolute certainty in his tone, and my pussy clenches, a deep-rooted, primal response to his words.
“You’re going to grow big and round with my baby,” he continues, his voice dropping lower and the gravel edge of it becoming rougher. Pinching my nipple, he rolls it between his fingers until I’m whimpering and arching into his touch, pressing me more firmly against his rigid cock. “Swollen with my child. Your tits heavy and full, leaking for me. You’re going to be so beautiful when you’re pregnant, angel. My beautiful breeding girl.”
His free hand gathers the hem of the shirt, lifting it slowly. “Daddy,” I whimper desperately. I need him so badly I can taste it. “Please.”
He strips the shirt from my body, leaving me naked and wanting in front of the mirror. Cupping both my breasts, hefting their weight, he teases each of my nipples until they’ve darkened and hardened into buds that are sensitive to every brush of his calloused skin. “Look at you,” he breathes, awed by my reflection. “Look how perfect you are. This beautiful body was made for this. Made to be filled and to carry my children.”
His hand slides down my stomach, over the flat plane of my belly, before pressing his palm firmly against it. He splays his fingers, the touch both possessive and purposeful. “Soon.” His vow is so dark and deep, it causes me to shiver. “Soon, this will be curved and full. And when our baby is inside you, you’ll belong to me completely. Forever.”
Roman’s fingers trail lower, through the trimmed tuft of hair and to my pussy. He groans when he finds that I am wet—embarrassingly dripping wet—the sound vibrating through my back and straight to my core. “Such a good girl,” he praises, circling my clit with a featherlight touch that makes my hips jerk. “Already wet for Daddy. So eager to be bred.”
After turning me around, he lifts me onto the vanity. The icy tiles hit my heated flesh, and I squeak at the shocking contrast. With a firm grip, he spreads my legs wide and steps between them. His eyes rake over me hungrily, darkening when they reach my glistening pink pussy. I feel vulnerable and exposed, so aroused I can barely think about anything other than the throbbing need of my clit.
He drops to his knees and leans forward, dragging his tongue over my desire-dampened flesh. The sensation is electric. He moans as he tastes me, like I’m the first bite of the most delectable meal he’s ever eaten. With his hands gripping my thighs, he holds me open as he licks, sucks, and bites, feasting on me like a starved man. He focuses on my clit, fluttering his tongue over it and denying me until I’m gripping the edge of the vanity with white-blanched knuckles. My head thrown back, I sob and beg—though I’m uncertain whether it’s for reprieve or more—as he works me right to the edge. “Please, Daddy… Please.”
He pulls back slightly, and his breath blows hot against my core when he speaks. “Please, what, angel? Tell Daddy what you need.”
“Make me come,” I beg, my hips trying futilely to roll against his mouth as I seek the friction and release he won’t give me. “Please, Daddy. I need to come.”
“No.” He smirks, blowing a stream of cool air over my swollen, wet flesh. I whine, the sound high and desperate. “You can come when I’m inside of you, so you can squeeze my cock. Milking every drop of my cum deep inside you with that fertile little pussy.”
He stands, unbuttoning his shirt with quick, efficient movements. He shrugs it off his shoulders, my eyes devouring the sight of his bare chest, broad shoulders, defined abs, and the trail of dark hair leading beneath his waistline. His gaze never leaving mine, he reaches for his belt as I stare back with wide, hungry eyes. When he pushes his pants down, his cock springs free, heavy and throbbing, the tip glistening with precum. He swipes his thumb through the bead of moisture, using it to slick his shaft as he strokes himself. Mesmerized by the sight, my chest heaves, and my tongue darts out to wet my lips.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, closing what little distance was between us before nudging my entrance with the fat head of his cock. “Do you want Daddy’s cock? Want me to fill you to the brim with cum? Then fuck it in nice and deep, ensuring I put a baby in you?”
“Yes,” I sob, reaching for his hips and digging my nails into his flesh as I try to pull him into me. “Please, Daddy. Put your baby in me. I want it. I need it.”
Firmly gripping my hips, he roughly yanks me to the edge of the vanity. He looks down to where our bodies meet and watches me stretch around him as he presses his broad crown into me.
“Take it,” he growls, pushing forward with one slow, relentless thrust. He’s so big. I pant, watching every girthy inch of him disappear inside me, until his hips are flush with mine. With him buried to the hilt, I’m so full and stretched it feels like I might burst or tear in two. He pulls back a couple of inches, and my walls flutter around him, gripping his cock like my pussy refuses to let him go.
He sinks into me until his balls are resting against me again. “Fuck,” he grits, his forehead falling to mine. “Do you feel that, angel? Can you feel how fucking deep I am?”
“Yes,” I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders. He pulls back slowly, and I am aware of every ridge of him withdrawing from between my clenched walls, a sensation so intense I can barely breathe. Without warning, he drives in hard. My head falling back against the mirror, I cry out, “So deep! Daddy! I can feel you everywhere.”
He sets a slow, deep rhythm, each thrust hitting that perfect, devastating spot that causes my vision to blur. My hands wrap around his arms, feeling the muscles flex beneath his skin as he takes me with languid thrusts until I’m panting and hurtling toward the brink.
“Touch your tits,” he commands roughly. “Show me how you’ll touch them when they’re full of milk for our baby. Show me how you’ll offer them to Daddy.”
Following his instruction, I cup my breast and pinch my nipples. I tug at them lightly, mimicking the act of milking myself. His eyes darken with hunger as he watches my display. Without another word, he leans forward, and his hot mouth captures my peaked nipple. His tongue circles the sensitive bud before he begins to suckle, drawing my breast deep into his mouth. The rhythmic pulling sends shivers through my body to my fluttering pussy.
When he finally releases me with a wet pop, my nipple is glistening and reddened from his attention. “I can’t wait for these to be swollen with milk.” He kisses the words across my chest. “I’ll drink from you every day, angel, tasting the sweetness meant for our baby.”
“Roman—” I gasp, my eyes rolling back.
“That’s it,” he praises, his hips snapping forward, the sound of our bodies meeting wet and filthy. His thrusts grow harder and more erratic. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your baby,” I sob, my hands leaving my breasts to grip his arms again. “Please… please fill me. Put your baby in me.”
