Her hands come up to grip my shoulders, nails digging in slightly as I take one pink nipple into my mouth. I lavish attention on each breast, sucking, licking, memorizing every gasp and moan.
"Please," she whispers, arching beneath me. "Need you inside me."
I position myself at her entrance, easing in slowly this time. Savoring the tight heat that grips me like a vise. "Feel how perfect we fit?" I breathe against her neck. "Like you were made for me."
"Made for you," she agrees, wrapping her legs around my waist to take me deeper.
I begin to move, slow deep strokes that have her gasping beneath me. My hands roam her body, worshipping every curve, every dip, every inch of soft skin that belongs to me now.
"One day," I murmur, one palm pressing gently on her lower belly, "you'll be round with my baby right here. Swollen with my seed. Everyone will know you're mine."
Her inner walls flutter at the words, a telltale sign she's close. The breeding talk drives her wild every time.
"Yes," she moans, rocking up to meet my thrusts. "Want that. Want to have your babies."
The words trigger something primal in me. My pace increases, each thrust deeper, more purposeful. "Gonna fill you up," I promise darkly. "Keep you pregnant. Keep you mine."
"Yours," she gasps, hands clutching at my back. "Always yours, Daddy."
I slide a hand between us, finding her clit with practiced ease. Circle it slowly, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. "Come for me, little girl. Let me feel you."
She shatters beautifully, back arching off the bed, inner muscles clamping down on my cock. The sight of her lost in pleasure—pleasure I've given her—pushes me over the edge. I bury myself to the hilt and release with a groan, emptying deep inside her.
Afterward, I gather her trembling body against my chest, stroking her hair as she comes down from her high. The possessive beast in me is satisfied knowing my seed is inside her, possibly taking root, making her irrevocably mine.
"Did you mean it?" she asks quietly, tracing patterns on my chest. "About wanting me to have your baby?"
I tilt her chin up, making her meet my eyes. “Why do you think I’ve never used protection, sweetheart?”
She gasps then, like she’s just now realized I’ve been fucking her raw. She fucking adorable.
My cock twitches against her thigh, already stirring back to life despite having just come.
“S-so, I could already be pregnant?” she asks.
“Are you okay with that?” I realize it’s a little late to be asking her that, but children with her is inevitable. I want it all with her.Needit all.
She nods, sudden shyness making her duck her head. "I've never wanted anything more."
I roll her beneath me again, suddenly desperate to be inside her. "Then let's make a baby, princess."
Her answering smile is brighter than the sun, and as I sink into her welcoming heat once more, I know with absolute certainty: this woman is my future. My home. My everything.
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Amanda
I feelsafe for the first time in years. That's what I'm thinking as I pull the door of The Dive Bar closed behind me, keys jingling in my hand. Three weeks with Ryker, and the constant fear I've lived with has finally begun to fade. I've stopped looking over my shoulder every five seconds. Stopped flinching at shadows. My new routine: close up the bar at 2 AM, wait for Ryker to finish his bouncer shift, drive home together to the house that's now ours—officially, since I signed his lease yesterday. But tonight he's caught up dealing with a rowdy group, told me to go ahead to the car, he'd be right out. Twenty feet. That's all it is from the back door to where we're parked. Twenty feet of false security.
The night air hits my face, cool and damp. The alley behind the bar is poorly lit, but I know the path by heart. I dig in my purse for the car keys, smiling to myself as I think about what waits at home. Ryker, his massive body wrapped around mine like a shield. The way he whispers filthy promises in my ear as he fills me. The way he calls me "princess" and "little girl" in that gruff voice that makes me melt.
I'm so lost in those sweet thoughts that I don't hear the footsteps until they're right behind me.
"Hello, Amanda."
My blood freezes in my veins. That voice. The voice that's haunted my nightmares for three years.