I withdraw my wet fingers from inside her and hear her small whimper of protest, a sleepy grumble that brings a smile to my lips.So needy.
Dragging my gaze over her perfect figure, her curves rolling to feminine perfection. I slide off my shoes and undress. I believe she is half-awake but clearly exhausted. Our twins are teething, and my little deer refuses hired help. She finds her accomplishments in being a mother and in being my wife, and I would never take that from her.
When I first suggested hiring someone, she threw such a tantrum, and I allowed her to be eccentric.
She's a young woman after all. Her emotions are blessings that come from her femininity; without them, I would not have my boys.
She collapsed in our room, in her robe, her near-white hair wild and mouth set in that stubborn but lovely line.
The twins squealed in the background, their cries rising and falling, but they were fine, just fussing.
My little deer’s eyes were all challenge, swimming with the pain of her own fragility—how she hated to be seen as weak or unimpressive.
How she hates to disappoint me…
You haven’t, sweet girl.
So, I let her scream, let her spit all that venom at me, every raw nerve exposed. I stood over her, arms folded over my suit, the blood of a traitor I’d beaten to death that night still speckling my grey collar. I stood there until her voice broke on my name…
Sir…
It was a plea, an apology, and all I required. I knelt down and took her face in my hands.
“You are doing such a good job, sweet girl,” I said. “I'm in awe every moment that I witness you raising my children.”
She shook, clutching fistfuls of my shirt, and sobbed, “I can do this. I want to do this.”
“And you will,” I replied, running my thumb along her jaw, lifting it slightly. “My pretty little queen. Hiring a nanny will not change my feelings for you nor make you any less of their mother.”
She had released a single sob. “I was raised by women who were not my mother.”
“I know.” I kissed her forehead, my cock twitching to get her to my room, spank, and fuck her, because that's what she had really desired from that outburst. “I will put the discussion to rest then.”
That was the last time I offered, but the subject is not dead, only on pause. I will not have her overexert herself. Twins are hard work—but Butcher twin boys are another story in patience and tolerance entirely.
Now, as I climb over her weeks after that incident, my lips and nose tracing her spine to her neck, I’m reminded of how she may need help with the boys.
And planning the wedding…
Christ. If only she had a mother or a mother-in-law to help. Someone she trusts and looks up to. A role model. It pains me to consider that I am not enough, that a young girl needs a mature, guiding woman in her life.
And fun.
Fucking Bronson.
She writhes underneath me, grinding her hips into the pillow braced between her thighs, the motion so desperate it lifts her tight little body up to meet my cock. She needs it. Needs me.
I flatten my chest across her back, big enough to cover her entirely, and nudge the crown of my erection at her entrance.
“Easy, sweet girl. I’ll take care of this,” I murmur into her long, silky blonde hair.
I roll my hips forwards, filling her dripping pussy with a single, steady thrust. The jump from aching emptiness to stretched, shuddering fullness rips a moan from her throat, the sound muffled against a pillow as she fists at the case.
My elbows cage her head. My mouth grazes her ear as I work my cock up her swollen, feverish channel, the rhythm deep and thorough. Precise, rhythmic, measured—fuck…
“That’s it, sweet girl.” I groan, the sound crawling up my chest.Christ, she’s perfect. “I’m late. It will all be over soon, little deer. You’ll get to rest.”
She clenches and pulses around me. So responsive. So accepting. There’s nothing like being inside her. She’s softness and kindness wrapped in flesh so delicate, all of her made to be fucked by me. I want to growl dark truths into her ear, want to pound her deep until she remembers only the shape of my cock, but cannot. She’s fragile tonight.
