“Say it again,” I order, her words like a shot of pride, my chest burning.
“Yours. I belong to you…Daddy.”
And that’s it. I can’t take any more of this. It’s time to bury my cock so far inside her and explode so deep against her womb there’s no way she doesn’t wake up tomorrow not pregnant. I’m going to mark her, claim her, for the whole world to see. And if anyone so much as looks at her with a lustful glance I’ll tear them apart limb by limb.
She’s mine and she means more to me than life itself. And it’s time to show her just how much, starting now and continuing on for the rest of our lives.
Because that’s exactly what she is to me…the meaning of life.
Now it’s time to create one, our first child, together.
9
Layla
I can feel a breeze from the window that brushed across my bare pussy and makes the candles flicker. Logan had the room fit for a queen, and this princess, as he calls me sometimes, is ready to become exactly that.
The look in his eyes tells me he’s on the verge of losing control, the caged animal being set free as he slowly sets that amazing cock of his free, removing his clothes in such a way that I can’t help but drip on the sheets.
My chest hammers, the breeze not helping with the heat our bodies are emitting. Slowly, he unbuttons his shirt exposing the ink that runs across his chest and down along his arms. Those aren’t hipster tattoos or a fashion statement though, anything but. His ink is well worn, clearly having been put on his body well over a decade ago before tattoos practically became mainstream. He’s so damn masculine, so ahead of the curve in all ways, and I need him to always be mine.
There’s no faking the man that Logan is, the type of man other men want to be and envy or spite, because they’re not him.
And I’m not questioning my decision to give myself to him one single bit.
His chest ripples as he tosses his shirt to the side, his forearms flexing as he slides his trousers down. The man is huge, tall, and big in every single way. He’s the epitome of a protector, an alpha, a…Daddy.
“I want to see everything,” I admit, as he kicks off his shoes. “And I want you to give me everything too.”
“You mean this?” he teases, fisting his cock through his boxer briefs, the last piece of clothing on his body.
“Exactly,” I whimper, wet with need and my words almost failing me my mouth is so dry.
He slides down his underwear and his cock springs free, pointing right at me. My first thought is just how big it is, even after having seen it above me when he marked my skin with his load, I still can’t get over the size. I swear it’s somehow even bigger, thicker, angrier looking today.
My second thought is how in the world is all that ever going to fit inside little ol’ me? How will I be able to handle him?
But we’re perfect in all ways, I’m sure of it. And just like any obstacles life might put in our way I know we’ll find a way to make it work, to get what we both want.
My eyes rake up from his rod and across his twelve-pack abs, yes twelve, before traveling across that ink again and finally reaching his face. He doesn’t even look human, more like a hungry beast. “You ready for this, Layla?” he growls, needing my confirmation one last time, clearly reading my mind as I questioned how this act of taking my virginity is even going to work. “You ready for all this to be stuffed inside you? It was made for you and you alone, after all. It’s yours. It belongs to you just like you belong to me.”
He fists his cock and moves closer to the middle of the bed, standing there hovering over me.
“Yes. I want you. I need you. I want it all…Daddy.”
With his other hand, he touches my face gently, goosebumps instantly forming across the entirety of my body. I prop myself up on my elbows and place my hand on his cock, trying to wrap my hand around its girth and failing miserably. I bring a second hand up and he removes his. Stacking my hands I’m still not even close to half his length and my worries about how he’s going to fit inside me kick up in my stomach again.
“Just like that, angel. Up and down,” he grunts as I slide my hands up and down his shaft. Not really sure what to do I lean in and lick the tip before taking as much of him as I can into my mouth, but my head quickly jerks back as I gag.
He moves onto the bed, sliding a hand underneath me. “Don’t worry, honey. You’ve got plenty of time to learn how to do that. But right now you’ve got nothing to do. Just lay there and let Daddy have his way.”
My upper body falls back onto the bed as he cups my face, his body bending forward as he kisses me hard, possessively.
His thick cock presses into my skin, my belly divoting from its weight and pressure as I feel my own saliva on the crown of his rod grinding into my skin.
“We’re damn close to me shoving myself inside you, covering you with my seed, and filling you with everything you need to make our first baby. You ready for that, precious?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper.