“I want you to come with me. Come inside me.”
“I will, baby. I’m there.”
“I need it, Daddy…”
I lose it at that breathy plea, slamming us both against the door as I fuck her, cradling her head in one hand and her back with the other. My sweet little innocent Goldilocks. She makes me so fucking hard, so wild with need, and then she calls me Daddy.
A fucking gift.
“Daddy claimed his wife today, and he’s going to do it again right now, and then all night long.” A grunt. Another thrust. She’s so tight, I’m going to lose it any second, and the only way I’m coming inside her is if her sweet orgasm milks it out of me. “You get all of me, Abby. The Daddy you need and the Daddy you want. Take it. I’m yours.”
“Give me a baby,” she cries out, loud enough the neighbors might hear.
Good.
They’ll need to get used to it. I’m going to be breeding this woman all month. Until it takes, and she starts to bloom for me.
“Here it comes, princess.”
“Daddy…”
“Here’s your baby. I’m putting it inside you right…fucking…now…” She comes as I plow my cock deep, her cunt clutching around me, keeping me there, and I jerk from the wicked, wild sensation. Her sweet little girl cunt draining me of my seed. A mutual seduction with the basest, most primal of goals.
The sounds that rip from me aren’t human as my climax explodes into her. She wraps her arms even tighter around my neck, clinging to me as I sink my teeth into her shoulder. Fuck. Fucking hell. Yes.
“My husband,” she whispers, patting my head.
And then she giggles in delight.
EPILOGUE
ABBY
three weeks later
My hands shake as I stare at the pregnancy test. I took one a few days ago, and it was negative. Justin had kissed me all over and promised we’d get it next month…but then my periodstilldidn’t show up, so on a hunch that maybe I’d tested too soon, I used a second test.
And because I didn’t think this plan through, I did it mid-morning. Justin is at work on the base, and won’t be home for hours.
It’s positive.
I’m pregnant.
I float from the bathroom to the bedroom and lie in the middle of the bed.
I’m. Pregnant.
The room spins, then I grin and jump up. I grab my keys and my new phone. Justin’s friend Remy searched my old phone and discovered some tracking shit on there that Justindid not like, so the days after the wedding were spent swapping that out and building some online protections around my new, temporary identity. I don’t really understand what he did, but now Justin feels comfortable with me going shopping on Orange Ave by myself, something that still thrills me after weeks of this new normal life.
I know there are nine long months between this moment and a baby actually being born. I’ve spent the last three weeks doing careful, don’t-get-my-hopes-up research into everything pregnancy related.
We won’t tell anyone for a few months. I won’t inform the trust until the pregnancy is viable, and even then, only through my new legal team.
But tonight, I want to celebrate with my husband.My husband.Those two words still make my heart sing. Maybe they always will.
I’m skipping by the time I get to the bookstore, my new-again favorite place to go on the shopping strip. I make a beeline for the cards section.
It’s a little early, but they do have a nice Father’s Day selection out. I pick one that has a soaring redwood tree on it, with a daddy bear and a little baby bear frolicking on a path.