“I’ve got you, baby.” Again and again, I plunge deep into her, and with each stroke, I rub against her G-spot. I want her to come all over my cock as I fill her with my come. Our essence creating a new life.
“Come again, baby.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can, and you will.” I reach between us and pinch her clit hard. Her cunt spasms around my cock, and I can’t hold back.
My moan combines with hers as I fill her full of my come.
“I love you, my precious Raindrop, forever.”
I roll onto the side, still buried inside her, and hold her close while I slow my breathing. There’s no doubt in my mind that I put a baby inside her tonight. I can’t wait to see her body rounded with my child. And not just once. She’ll have all the help she needs. With our large family, there will be plenty of babysitters.
“I love you, Asher.”
Once I’ve caught my breath, I reach over and grab the plug out of the nightstand drawer.
“You’re going to plug my butt now?” She’s adorable when she tries to look offended.
“No, baby, this is to keep my sperm inside. We don’t want you to lose any, not until we’re sure you’re pregnant.”
“You were serious? It wasn’t just sex talk?”
“I’d never joke about something like that. You’re mine to love, to care for, to breed, to dominate. I’ll be happy to tell you every day for the rest of our lives if that’s what it takes,” I answer as I slide the plug into her pussy and make sure it’s nice and snug.
“I think I’ve got it, Daddy.”
twenty
Emma
Waking up extra early to sneak out of bed and go back to my apartment is the hardest thing I’ll ever do. I asked Rebekah to set my phone alarm and place it next to the bed, so Asher wouldn’t see. At dinner last night, she told me it was set and waiting in the nightstand drawer.
After he fell asleep, I put it under my pillow so the vibration would wake me, but hopefully not him. I’ve already packed the car with everything I’d need. The plan is to come back tomorrow, but if there’s an issue with my defense, I might have to stay longer. I didn’t tell Asher that, though.
I can’t believe I make it to the kitchen without waking him especially since he’s usually the first one up. But since I’m awake before even the fictional roosters, I think I’m safe. After pulling a pen and paper from my backpack, I sit down at the table to leave him a note. It feels like too small a gesture, but I don’t know what else to do. It’s hard enough to leave. But saying goodbye to him in person would be devastating. I just hope he understands.
Dear Daddy,
Please don’t be mad when you wake up and I’m not here. I had to do it this way. It would be too hard to leave otherwise. I love you, I’m yours, and you’re mine. I’ll be back tomorrow. You can punish me then.
I love you.
Yours,
Emma
A few tears hit the paper, but I don’t have time to rewrite the note. I need to be on the road before he wakes up and tries to stop me. I hate that it feels like I’m sneaking out on him. I’ve been working on this dissertation for almost three years. This is the last step to earn my doctorate. I need to do this for me, for the sacrifices my parents made, and for Asher. Hopefully, I’ll be back before he misses me.
The drive back to the city takes me two hours, but it feels like forever. Since it’s so early, there’s hardly any traffic, but that gives me too much time to think. So much has happened in the last two weeks. It doesn’t seem real until the diamond on my engagement ring catches the morning light.
At the first rest stop, I go inside to get coffee after filling my car with gas. I didn’t want to risk waking Asher up by making a cup at home. Home. That’s what it is, not the apartment I’m heading to. The apartment never felt like anything but a place to sleep. It was one more stop on my path. But I never had a clear destination, though, until now. And it’s perfect. Not only have I found the love of my life, but I get to live on a mountain, which is the home of so many endangered plants. A dream come true. But first, I need to successfully defend my dissertation.
I reach my apartment with enough time to unload my car and then hop into the shower. Going for a professional rather than collegiate look, I put on a black pencil skirt, sage-green blouse, and matching black jacket. Since my ankle is still tender, I figure wearing flats instead of my heels are a better option. After briefly checking the mirror to make sure I look okay, I grab the original of my thesis and the additional copies Andrew printed for me.
Nerves don’t hit until I park outside the building where I’m supposed to present my case. Thankfully, Dr. Fishburn is waiting for me when I step inside.
“Hello, Emma. So good to see you. How did the research trip go?
