“Do you like telling your teachers I’m your daddy?” The thickness of my cock is being swallowed by her tiny cunt, and I grip the edge of the desk to keep from falling to my knees.
“Yes,” she moans, lost in pleasure.
“Why?” I ask, fucking her so hard against the desk one of the framed diplomas behind it falls off the wall, the glass shattering on the floor.
“Because I like seeing the look on their faces,” Anya confesses as her pussy clenches in response.
“When the word ‘daddy’ spills from your lips, it gets their cocks hard. All they can think about is having you on their laps and praying you won’t tell as their hand slips up your skirt.”
“Daddy.” Her moan is soft, and I grip her thighs.
“Louder. I want him to hear you say it. He’s standing right outside that door, begging for a taste of something he’ll never have.”
“Daddy!” she shouts, and I feel her pussy clench even harder.
Her orgasm hits her as I pound into his desk, denting it. There will be a permanent reminder in here for him that she belongs to me.
I spill my seed inside her and place my hand on her round belly as I do. The reminder that she’s been bred is there, and I breathe easy knowing she will forever be tethered to me.
“Happy birthday, my angel,” I say before leaning down and kissing her lips softly.
Epilogue
Two Years Later…
Anya
“Is Daddy breaking the rules?” I moan as Sasha kisses my neck. I’m standing in our bathroom trying to get ready before the priest gets here and our little ones wake up from their nap.
“Are they both down?” he asks, nipping at the tender place beneath my ear. I lean, giving him more room to work his lips against me. Sasha has been in his office this morning for a few hours. He doesn’t like to leave my side for long, even if it’s only to another room in the house.
“Da,” I confirm. My eyes fall closed. “You know we still have a little longer until I’m cleared,” I remind him, and myself, too. I want him. My body craves him like a drug. He growls against my skin, but we both know he won’t take me. My Sasha would die before he’d let anything hurt me, but I really do feel fine. It’s only a few days away, and I don’t know if I can make it.
He turns me to face him. His big hands engulf my waist as he picks me up, sitting me on the counter. One of the thin straps on my nightie falls off my shoulder, revealing my breast. Sasha’s eyes go straight there. Since having babies, he has an even bigger obsession with my tits — something I didn’t think was possible.
“My boys are fed?” he asks, licking his lips.
Before I can finish nodding, his mouth is on my nipple. His sucks make my whole body jerk. My knees widen, giving him more room to stand between them. I want to feel him pressed up against me.
“Daddy,” I moan. His hands go to the other strap, and he jerks it down, exposing me to the light of day. He leans back, my nipple popping from his mouth. A small bead of milk hangs from the tip, and I watch, transfixed, as he laps it up.
“You like to feed your daddy, don’t you, angel?” I feel his hand slide up my leg and slip under my silk nightie. He lets out a grunt when he feels the wetness between my thighs. Because with one touch, I’ve answered his questions. I do like to feed him. Even more so when he’s inside me. It’s been over a month since he’s filled me, and I ache. My pussy clenches, pretending to feel his thickness there, stretching every inch of me.
“Lean back,” he tells me, and I do, resting my head on the mirror behind me. He grabs my hips, sliding me to the edge, before pushing up my nightie. There is nothing hidden from his view, and he stares at my bare pussy as he begins to undo his belt. He pulls his white button – up shirt from his slacks next, then frees his cock.
I moan at the sight of it. The long, thick length tight with need. The head of his cock so round and perfect, I burn for it to rub my clit. Lifting my hips in invitation, I stare at it, needing it so badly inside me.
“I will ease your ache.”
“I know,” I say breathlessly. He always does. “My daddy always takes care of me.” I watch a small drop of cum leak from the tip of his cock at my words. At this point my breasts are aching, and droplets of milk spill as my body begs for his mouth.