She gave me Suzanna—my pride and goddamn joy.
I’ve already proven that I’ll shed blood and break bones for my woman, but there is nothing I won’t do for Suzanna. And despite Belle’s growth, I know she’d want it no other way.
Her father was a piece of shit.
I amnot.
My baby girl is safe, secure, and loved. So goddamn loved. She’s like her mom—spoiled—but fuck if I care.
Her guttural moan brings me back to how I spoil my wife the most.
“What’s this, Belle? The second? Or the third?”
“S-Second.” She bows her head as I bite her throat harder, nipping until I know the ring of my teeth will be visible. “I-I don’t know if I can,” she keens. “Oh, God, Cade. How do you feel so fucking good? Why can—? How—? You—?”
Her muffled screams are swallowed by the pillow she shoves her face into as she shatters around me.
While her orgasm nearly brings me to the edge, I reach down, circle where I’m claiming her, get my fingers sticky with her juices, then gently rub her clit.
The immediacy of her tension has her jerking like she’s been electrocuted.
“No, no, no, no,” she whines, gasping as I rumble, “One more, baby. You know you can give it to me. Don’t you want to please me?”
Mouth gaping, her fingers dig into the sheet, tearing at it in her wildness, dragging it off on one of the corners and revealing the mattress beneath.
“I can’t!” she cries.
“You can. If you want to please me, I want your cunt to drag my cum from me, Belle. I want you flooded with me.” Her raw growl has me smirking as I rake my teeth down her throat again. “Don’t you want that, babe?” I don’t let her answer. “I know you do. I know you want my cum.”
She shudders. “I do, I do, I do. I want… Fuck. Cade. I-I want—”
I press a tender kiss on her shoulder. “What do you want, beautiful?”
“A baby. A b-boy. With your eyes.”
I still.
Freeze.
Everything inside me is breaking and making and coming back together again.
Suzanna was a happy accident.
This…
“Are you being serious?”
“I could stop taking the pill today,” she whispers, her head rolling so that she can look up at me.
There’s a gleam in her eyes, one that tells me she planned this.
She planned to wreck me with the greatest gift of fucking all—her goddamn trust.
I suck in a breath. “Are you sure?”
Her cunt clamps down around my dick. “I’m sure. I want your cum, Cade. Please. Can I have it?”
Shuddering, I rasp, “It’s yours. I’m yours. Fuck, you own me, Belle. You know that, right?”