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“And you own me, Winnie. This cock, it’s yours. This mouth, it belongs to you. You want a hug? A dinner? To own a building? Take a trip? Get your pussy eaten? Your ass fucked?” he leans down, his hips still roving perfect figure eights between my spread legs as he lowers his voice to add, “Your tits full of milk for my babies?” He slams into me, making my toes curl and my eyes roll. “I am the answer to all of your questions, Winnie. I am yours.” “Fuck, Big Daddy!” I scream, my pussy spasming violently all around his dick as I come,
With two thick fingers, he collects cum from my thighs and pushes it inside me, groaning at the discovery of himself inside me. “This is where it belongs.”
“Baby! We could have one and you’re just standing here all… post-sex handsome and calm.” He lifts one shoulder and lets it fall, and even in his fatigue after a long day, he still stands before me so large and engrossing. It makes my skin heat in the best ways to be in his presence. “Why wouldn’t I be calm?”
“I hope you’re pregnant. I hope my child is growing inside you. I hope you come home with me and never leave. I’m not afraid of Brielle’s feelings. I trust her heart can heal, and her brain can understand. The way I am coming to realize I was wrong about judging her, she can and will do the same for us. And where you’re concerned, about you—I’m not afraid of your youth. I’m not afraid of anything.”
“I’m gonna marry you, Winnie. I’m gonna fuck you til you’re pregnant, and you’re gonna be pregnant a lot because I’ll never tire of breeding you, my beautiful, perfect fucking queen. My soul mate. My altar.”
“No morning after. No apartment with hundreds of roommates. No secrets.” His eyes sweep mine, leaving me breathless as he adds, “Get ready, we’re going to dinner and then you’re coming home.”
“I expressed my opinion on her unconventional relationship.” I arch a brow. “You’ve got to be kidding me. We’re in an unconventional relationship! You have to support her because she’s your daughter, but you really have to support her if you want her to support us!”
Before we can discuss it, and before I can overthink it, I lean down and kiss her cheek, whispering, “I love you, Winnie.”
Reaching back, I squeeze her hand, noticing my daughter’s eyes following like a magnet. I don’t do it to make her uncomfortable, I do it to make Winnie comfortable.
“I’m sorry, B. I love you so much and I don’t want to lose you. But…” She smiles sadly, quietly adding, “I love him.” She’s never said that to me.
“You helped me get better.” She shakes her head as if changing her mind. “You helped me understand that accepting help doesn’t make me weak, you helped me see that when something is special, I’ll know.” She rocks to her toes and kisses me. “You also taught me what it feels like to really get dicked down good.”
“Nothing is more important than you, my little slut.”
“Be my foot slut. Show me how you teased them. Show me what they wished they could have,” he urges, his voice smokey and rough. I love this man’s filthy, unhinged mouth. Another thing that surprises me about falling in love—I love being degraded.
“If our sessions had been in person, I’d have teased them to the point of dripping, then I’d have let them sink inside me and fill me up,” I tell him, pressing my toes into his shaft, following the curve of one thrumming vein from root to tip. “Because as much as they want to see their cum streaking my feet, more than that, they all want to come deep inside me so that they can watch it bubble out of my shaved little cunt. That they can see the way they bred me. Take a photo of it even.”
“You little slut, you’re begging for a cream pie, aren’t you?”
“Will you fuck your cum into my pussy and stay inside me so none leaks out? Please? Please Big Daddy?”
“Fuck, baby, you’re fucking drenched. You love being Big Daddy’s little whore, don’t you?” he says as he forces his entire length in to the hilt, making me jerk. He applies pressure to the pulse point on my neck as his lips graze the back of my ear. “Hold your breath for Big Daddy and take every inch,”
“You want all of it, don’t you?” he grunts, pinching my nipple so fiercely I squeal. He releases my breast, forcing my face to the side as he brings his mouth to mine. I pucker my lips for a kiss, but he hooks his thumb in my mouth then spits inside, leaving warm, slick saliva on my tongue. “Hold it there so when I come, you’ll have me everywhere. That’s what you want, right? For Big Daddy to be in all of your holes, owning you like the slut you are, isn’t that right?”
a shiver rolls down my spine as he spits. A thick wad of saliva slides between my cheeks, and Big Daddy uses his large thumb to push it into my asshole. “You ever been fucked here, slut?” he asks, the edge in his tone driving me wild. I nod my head fervently, peering back at him over my shoulder. “Y-yes,” I breathe. I didn’t like it the time I tried it, not because it didn’t feel good but because it felt too personal for a nobody. But Big Daddy isn’t a nobody. I know this time I’m going to fucking love it.
“Take a breath,” he commands, and just when my lungs are completely full and I’m ready to exhale, he spits in his hand again, smearing it around my hole. He sinks every last inch in my ass, making me surge forward and squeal, gasping out. “Ohmygod!!” I moan as Big Daddy’s hand comes around my belly, holding me up, his spit still sliding around my mouth. “Let’s fill this ass so I’ve claimed all of you tonight,”
when I’m on the brink of passing out, he presses his lips to the back of my ear, ordering me to swallow. He releases me and his hot cum floods my ass in powerful waves. When he’s nothing but twitches and moans, he slides out of me and flips me onto my back. Hovering above me, his dark eyes stare down, searching mine. “You took it all so well, Winnie,” he praises,
“Nothing is wrong, per say. Just… some things are happening sooner than we’d planned.” Confusion knits my brows. I’ve been out of the loop regarding Brielle’s life for the last few months, so I’m not sure what she means, and I hate that. “What do you mean?” I ask, a twinge of guilt slithering through me at the fact I even have to ask. Her eyes come to mine, serious and turbulent all at once. “Don’t tell my dad?”
I’m so close to making it, I can’t slip now. “I love it,” I breathe, working hard to keep my eyes open, to fight the erotic fog that rolls over me after he casually touches my aching pussy. I’m almost in pain. I need to come so bad. I’m dying to grind something at this point even, I swear. I need Big Daddy’s cock so bad. “But we need to get to lunch with Brielle.”
“Fuck what I said before. When I’m done with you, a new rule. No panties.” I cock a brow. “Why?” He sucks my clit into his mouth and releases it as soon as my back arches, that asshole. “Because…” he deadpans, “I’m still hungry. I want access to my favorite meal whenever I fucking want.” He doesn’t wait for me to reply as he wraps my ankles around his neck, my ass pressed into my new desk, and pulls me into him. The week of silence has been eating at both of us… no pun intended. He tears my panties off my body and balls them up, in one swift motion that both electrifies and terrifies me.
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A moment later he’s groaning, and I tip my head to the side to catch the reflection of him, coming thick, long ropes all over the floor beneath my desk. He’s coming from going down on me, from us being apart for so many days. God that’s so fucking hot.
“I want my cum in your pussy, but I can’t resist this mouth,” I groan, sliding my fingers into her silky curls, tipping her head back. Her hands reach for my cock but I shake my head. “Hands at your sides, baby. This mouth is mine to fuck.”
“Now open up.” Her eyes trained on mine as I slide my cock onto her tongue has me clenching my ass. “Fuck, baby, you are so hot.” Her lips seal around my length, color draining from my knuckles as I intensify my grip, pushing her down. Her gurgles and gasps have my balls thrumming. Up and down, I move her head on my cock until it feels too damn good. Pulling her off, I place my palms on either side of her face, resting my thumbs on the hollows of her cheeks. “Ready?” I ask, her eyes still on mine. She nods and I thrust my hips forward, plunging my cock deep into her tight little throat.
She smirks up at me. “I never thought I’d want to be anyone’s slut, but now I think I’d die if I couldn’t be yours.” Holy fuck. In forty-eight years, no one has ever told me they’d die if they couldn’t be my slut and misogyny be damned, hearing her say that is fucking hot.
“Tight for you Big Daddy,” she whimpers, adding, “but so empty. I’m so, so empty.” I bring my face to hers, leaving her breast for the time being. I could suck them all day I swear to God. “Say that again,” I tell her, my voice hoarse and rough. “I’m so empty,” she moans, wiggling her cunt down on my cock as I attempt to give myself a minute. “I hope you fill me up. I hope you put a baby in me, Big Daddy.”
“Hey,” Big Daddy says, breaking through our silent spell of bliss. “You and Brielle will get to experience pregnancy together.” I roll my eyes playfully. “Duh, I already thought of that.”
Fertile. That word bricks me up. That word gets me rock fucking hard when I hear it and it is not a sexy word. At all. Fertile. Yet knowing my woman’s womb is the warm, fruitful holy land for my cum? Fuck me.
“As soon as you give birth,” I groan, sliding inside of her, my cock swollen and thrumming, balls tingling with awareness that this is going to end soon. I’m close. “I’m gonna pump you full again,” I promise her, the pads of my fingers plucking at her swollen bud, making her moan. “I’m gonna keep you pregnant, baby, I’m gonna keep you bred. And I’m gonna get drunk off your tits and eat your pussy and keep you on my cock, happy and taken care of, aren’t I baby?”
“I’m ready for it, Big Daddy.” Oh yeah. Pregnant Winnie also loves facials.
At my desk, waiting for Kennedy to come in with the minutes of our upcoming meeting, I stare at the photo now on my desk. The one of Brielle and myself years back is still there, but there’s another one now. Brielle, Lance, Augustus, Andy, Winnie, Archie and me. Arms draped over shoulders, fingers gripping hips, babies cradled, smiles the biggest I’ve ever seen. This is my new family photo.
“Feel my belly? Feel my big belly against your hard cock? Drink the milk I made for your babies while you fuck my belly,” she whimpers, kinkier than ever.
“Fuck, Win, I can’t wait to breed you again. You look so good bred, so fucking beautiful with my baby in your belly and your tits full of milk.” “Yes, oh fuck, keep your slut bred, please,”
“You wanna come with me, Mama? C’mon, come for me, baby, I’m gonna come,” I grit out, my voice hoarse, breathing frantic as I sloppily pick up my pace, fucking her in wild, ruthless strokes. “Come for me, Mama,” I groan as my stomach clenches, my balls tighten and I lose control, rocketing off deep inside her.
“Win,” I greet when she answers. “B is in labor. They’re on their way to the hospital.” “Well,” she says, “we’ll see them there, then.” “Yeah, I’ll come get you and the kids now, I’m not far. Probably ten minutes away.” She groans. “Big Daddy,” she says slowly. “My water just broke, too.”
