Fuck that piece of shit. I should go back inside and end him. The few punches I got in weren’t enough. I need him to bleed. Need him to feel every ounce of the pain he made my girl feel. I knew the second I saw him leering at her that she was uncomfortable. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who he was by the panicked expression on her face.
I wanted to kill him. Still do. Especially after everything she told me tonight.
Fuck, I think I’m still processing. Not the part about her struggling to get pregnant, but everything else.
Other than the fact that it breaks my heartfor her.Her illness doesn’t change how I feel about her. Not one fucking bit. If she gets sick or isn’t feeling well, I’ll take care of her. If she gains weight, I’ll devour her new inches. Shiloh’s body is a wonderland, and I’ll worship every dip and curve until the day I die. If it takes years of trying for my seed to take, giving us a baby, then so be it. We’ll have fun practicing. If she changes her mind and doesn’t want kids, I’ll get snipped so I can keep stuffing her full of my cum.
Point is, it doesn’t fucking matter. We’ll figure it out.Together.That’s what a marriage is. A partnership. A team. I’m here, and I’m not leaving. My girl will never have to go through a damn thing alone, again.
“I know, baby,” she whispers, her voice a husky rasp that goes straight to my cock.
She should be a phone sex operator.
No. Not happening. Her voice is mine and mine alone.
I groan. “I love when you call me that, but I prefer Daddy.”
Shiloh giggles, but the sound is cut off when I tug the flesh of her neck into my mouth and bite down. “Take me home,” she groans.
“Ask nicely,” I murmur, sucking and licking the small hurt. She huffs, and I grin against her skin before biting again. This time harder, as I grind my throbbing, leaking cock against her cunt. I can feel the wet heat of her needy pussy seeping through her tight jeans, and it just about snaps my control.
Shiloh tips her head back, meeting my eyes. She’s so turned on; she looks high as a fucking kite. “Please take me home and fuck my pussy…Daddy.”
Snap.
I’m moving before I’m even aware, throwing her door open and tossing her in. “Buckle up!” I bark, slamming the door. I adjust my aching cock as I round the truck, moving on autopilot. My head is spinning with thoughts of filling her tight cunt. Fucking her again and again until there’s no question who she belongs to.
Mine.
We’re halfway down the highway before I come to, that singular word reverberating through my hazy mind on repeat, coupled with visions of my cum dripping from every inch of Shiloh’s body.
Claim her, fill her, breed her.
The feeling of her hand on my cock squeezing firmly makes me jolt in my seat. Glancing down, I find Shiloh bent over, fumbling with my jeans as she desperately tries to free my dick. Fuck, I can’t believe I checked out like that. She unzips me and lets out a whine of frustration when she sees I’m wearing boxers. She tugs and pulls, clawing at the material like a needy kitten. All the while, I watch, barely keeping track of the road, too entranced by the sight of my girl beside my cock.
“Please,” she whimpers, looking up at me with so much desire that a spurt of precum shoots from my cock.
I growl, gripping the steering wheel with one hand and palming her cheek with the other. “Do you need a cock in your throat, Babydoll?”
Shiloh nods, her head bobbing up and down vehemently. She tugs her fat bottom lip between her teeth, and the sight breaks my patience. I wanted to wait. Wanted to have her splayed out before me, on our bed, naked and crying out for my cum—butfuck.
Lifting my hips, I grunt, “Take my cock out.” Hell, when did I become such a demanding bastard? I’ve never been like this before her. Never.
It’s her. She does shit to my head… and my cock, apparently.
Her face lights up like all her birthdays have come at once. She practically rips my jeans and boxers down my thighs, just enough to have my pulsing cock in her hands. Then her mouth. Shiloh wastes no time deepthroating me, sucking me deep inside her hot mouth.
“Fuck!” I growl, wrapping my hand around her long hair, fisting it like the leash it is. “That’s it, just like that.” Her tiny hand wraps around the base of my dick, pumping what she can’t fit in her mouth as she sucks and licks me. “You’re so good to Daddy.”
Jesus. Where did this Daddy kink come from?
Shiloh moans around my dick, swallowing me down until I’m practically balls deep in her throat. She sucks hard, licking the bottom of my shaft. Her poor mouth can barely wrap around my size, and her teeth repeatedly scrape my sensitive flesh, but I don’t care. She could bite my cock off for all I care, and I’d beg for more.
“Earn my cum, Babydoll,” I groan, thrusting my hips up hard enough that my balls slap her chin. My eyes flick back and forth between the dark, empty country road, and my girl in my lap. Making sure to keep her safe even when I’m being an idiot. I shouldn’t put such precious cargo at risk like this, but I can’t stop.
Shiloh pauses and pops off my dick, looking up at me with wide eyes. She shakes her head slowly, her chocolate eyes filled with tears from sucking me so hard. One drips down her cheek, and I wipe it away with my thumb.
“What’s wrong?” I murmur, my heavy breaths filling the car. “Did I hurt you?”