“Can’t what? Carry you?” I chuckled as I did just that. Even pregnant, she weighed what I would consider nothing compared to the weight of wanting her and having to hide it that I’d carried for years.
“What are you doing?” she murmured, burying her head in my chest.
I brought us to the house, not caring that my semi-hard dick bobbed in front of me with each step. No sense in putting myself away when I was far from finished.
Sliding the door open with my foot, I used my elbow to shut it, finding Daisy’s eyes once we were inside in the light.
“Carrying my bride over the threshold and up to the bath so I can clean her. Thoroughly.”
“Wow.”
I turned to see Daisy coming into the bathroom. I’d deposited her on the bed to relax while I went to draw her a bath. That clearly hadn’t lasted for long.
She stood just inside the door, staring at herself in the large vanity mirror. Messed hair. Swollen lips. Cum-streaked skin.
Fuck, she was a dream. My dream.
And tonight, she’d finally be mine.
I dipped my hands in the bathwater, confirming the temperature was perfect. Hot but not too hot. Another minute and the tub would be full and ready for her. I’d never been more grateful for the fast-fill feature I’d paid extra to install. There wasnothing more annoying than the time it took to fill the soaking tub. By the time it was full enough to get in, I no longer felt like taking a bath.
The fast-fill fixed all that.
I turned off the faucet and caught Daisy’s gaze in the mirror. “Is it ready?”
My chin lowered slowly, the hum of desire buzzing stronger in my blood.
“Take your clothes off.”
My semi swelled at the wide-eyed stare she gave me. Like I’d just put dessert in front of her when it hadn’t been on the menu. She reached for the hem of her dress but then stopped.
“Max.” She chewed on her bottom lip, and I didn’t like the expression that came to her face.I didn’t like how she held her stomach as it happened.
“You know how I was thinking of you last night?” I said with a low growl.
Swallowing, she shook her head. “Tell me.”
“It wasn’t you not pregnant,” I rumbled low and rose to my feet, determined to cut off this shadow of self-consciousness once and for all. “I imagined you in that black lace lingerie I saw on the bed the day I brought you to the apartment.”
Her mouth rounded, and if I hadn’t just fucked those perfect lips, they would’ve been the first hole on my list.
“I imagined your full tits spilling out of the top and filling my palms. Your stomach straining against the lace.” My teeth ground together, drawing up the fantasy like it was carved in stone. “I imagined you riding my cock like some fertility goddess, needing me to fill you up with cum. To keep you pregnant. To keep you full of softness and curves and sex appeal.”
I knew about my soft Dom kink, but the breeding one was new. No, maybe not new. Just unique. A kink gene only expressed around her.
“Now take off your clothes.”
This time, my command was met with no hesitation. She drew her loose dress up over her head and let it fall to the floor.
Fuck.A hoarse groan cracked from my throat, watching my fantasy become reality.
Her breasts strained against her thin lace bralette, her nipples hard and big and begging to be sucked.Shit.My fists balled, and I widened my stance, regretting my decision to put my cock away while she was in the bedroom because now, it was fucking painfully hard and trapped against my jeans.
Next, she shimmied out of her leggings, kicking them to the side and leaving her only in her matching bra and thong.
“Perfect,” I praised low, and if there was the smallest shadow of self-consciousness left, I erased it with the flick of my wrist that popped my jeans open again to relieve the pressure on my cock. “See what you do to me, gorgeous?” Her jaw slackened as I palmed myself until the pain lessened. “Take off the rest.”
Now, she moved with nothing short of eagerness, unclipping her bra and letting it fall to the floor.
