"So beautiful," I murmur, tracing the curve of her cheek with one rough finger. "My baby doll. My wife."
I kiss her then, deep and thorough, but without the frantic edge of before. This isn't about quick release. This is aboutclaiming, about connection. About making her understand to her bones that she's mine. Erasing all thoughts of every leaving me from her mind.
My mouth travels down her body, worshipping each inch—the slender column of her throat, the delicate curve of her collarbone, the soft swell of her breasts. I spend long minutes there, sucking and nibbling at her nipples until she's arching beneath me, gasping my name.
"Please," she whimpers when I move lower, kissing down her stomach, my hands gripping her thighs to spread them wide.
"Patience, little girl," I murmur against her skin. "Daddy's going to take care of you."
The word makes her shudder now, her body already conditioned to respond to it. I smile against her inner thigh, nipping lightly, leaving marks that will remind her of this moment later.
When I finally reach her pussy, I take my time there too, licking softly at first, then with increasing pressure as her hips begin to rock against my face. She's so responsive, so perfect. Her hands find my hair, gripping tight as I suck her clit between my lips.
"Vance," she gasps, thighs trembling on either side of my head. "I'm going to?—"
"Come for Daddy," I growl against her flesh, sliding two thick fingers inside her as I say it. The combination of penetration, stimulation, and that forbidden word sends her over the edge, her body arching off the bed as she cries out my name.
I don't give her time to recover. While she's still pulsing around my fingers, I move up her body and push inside her in one smooth thrust, groaning at the tight, wet heat that envelops me.
"Fuck," I pant, holding still to savor the sensation. "So perfect. So tight around my cock."
Her eyes are dazed, pupils blown wide with pleasure as she adjusts to my size again. I begin to move, setting a pace that's deep and steady rather than frantic—each thrust deliberate, hitting spots that make her gasp and clutch at my shoulders.
"Do you feel that?" I murmur, grinding against her in a way that puts pressure on her clit with each thrust. "Feel how perfectly we fit together? Like you were made for me?"
She nods, beyond words now, her body responding to me with a honesty her mind might still resist.
I shift, hooking her legs over my elbows, folding her nearly in half to drive even deeper. The new angle makes her cry out, her inner walls clenching around me.
"That's it," I praise, feeling my own release building but holding it back through sheer will. "Take all of Daddy. Take every inch."
My pace increases gradually, my control slipping as the familiar tightening builds in my balls. The breeding urge that's been with me since I first saw her roars to life again, unstoppable.
"Gonna fill you up, baby doll," I groan, hips pumping faster now. "Gonna put my baby deep inside you."
Her eyes fly open at the words, locking with mine. I expect resistance, denial. Instead, her hands grip my ass, pulling me deeper.
"Yes," she whispers, the single word a surrender more powerful than any scream.
That breaks me. With a roar, I bury myself to the hilt and come harder than I ever have in my life, pumping her full of my seed. Through the haze of my own pleasure, I reach between us to circle her clit, determined to take her with me.
"Come with me," I command, voice ragged with exertion. "Come on Daddy's cock while he breeds you."
She shatters again, her body milking me for everything I have, her cry of release the sweetest sound I've ever heard.
Afterward, I gather her close against my chest, unwilling to separate our bodies just yet. I stroke her hair, her back, murmuring praise against her temple.
"Such a good little girl," I whisper, feeling her trembling slowly subside. "Letting me pump you full. You're gonna look so pretty swollen with my baby."
She makes a small sound against my chest, not quite agreement but not denial either. Progress.
"Rest now," I tell her, finally withdrawing from her body with reluctance. I arrange us so she's tucked against me, my arm a protective band around her waist, her back to my front. "I've got you."
As she drifts toward sleep, I feel something unfamiliar expanding in my chest. Something I've never felt for another person. Something terrifying in its intensity.
Mine.
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