I grabbed the headboard and used it for leverage to slam inside her until I was so deep I felt my cock hit her cervix. “If you weren’t already knocked up,” I grunted, “I’d be leaving my kid inside you tonight.”
She whined and gripped my biceps, her fingers digging into the muscles as her pussy pulsed around my shaft. “You’re so deep,” she moaned as her head writhed from side to side. “I love how you feel inside me. Fuck me, Dominic.”
Lucy rarely spoke crudely, but when she said things like that, it broke me, and I lost control. I started pounding into her pussy, making our sweat-slicked skin slap together every time I bottomed out. I took one hand from the headboard and slipped it under her ass to tilt her pussy so I was hitting her clit with every thrust. “Fuck! Yes! Take it just like that. Squeeze that pussy—oh, fuck yeah!! Fuck!”
Lucy bucked her hips in the same rhythm, meeting me thrust for thrust. “Yes! Yes! Oh, Dominic! Yes! Oh, oh! Yes!”
Her tits were bouncing with her movement, and I commanded, “Pinch your nipples for me, doll.” They were more sensitive these days, and I needed her to come because I was fast approaching the point of no return. But with my position, I didn’t have a free hand. She released my arms and the sight of her nail marks in my skin made me feel even more animalistic, and I grunted. She filled her small hands with as much of her tits as she could and massaged them a few times before twisting and plucking the nipples, which were still red and swollen from when I’d had my fill of them earlier in the night.
Every time she pulled at her peaks, her pussy would clamp down so hard it nearly broke my dick. I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated on not coming as I fucked her so hard the bed was squeaking until she finally fell over the edge.
“Fuck, yes!” I shouted as she milked my cock with her spasms. I drove inside her twice more before planting myself to the root and climaxing so fucking hard I nearly passed out. I filled her with so much come I knew it was going to burst out of her once I broke the seal I’d created by being buried so deeply inside her.
My orgasm was making me weak as it barreled through me, so I reluctantly withdrew and collapsed onto the bed next to my little doll. I glanced down and grinned in satisfaction as I watched my cream gushing from her pussy, coating her folds and thighs.
“If I end up pregnant with twins because you can’t stop fucking me like it’s your job, I’m going to castrate you.”
I threw my head back and laughed so hard I had tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. “You wouldn’t do that, doll,” I replied with a smirk. “You can’t live without my big cock working out your tight little pussy.”
She harrumphed but didn’t disagree, making me chuckle. I helped turn her on her side and cuddled her with one arm under her head and the other wrapped around her with my hand splayed on her belly.
“I love you, little doll,” I murmured before kissing her temple.
“I love you too, caveman.” I laughed as I kissed her again. She liked to call me that when I insisted on referring to her as my property. It was adorable when my tiny little wife got worked up.
“Get some sleep, doll,” I said as I snuggled her even closer. “I’m gonna need you again tonight.”
“You certainly accomplish the goals you set for yourself, don’t you?” she joked even as she yawned, referring to my promise of keeping her in an orgasm-induced, relaxed state as often as possible.
I chuckled and kissed the top of her head that was tucked under my chin. Then I patted her stomach. “And you carry the proof of that around every day.” She giggled, making me smile, then drifted off. I simply held her for a while, enjoying the peace I felt when she was near.
I’d nearly fallen asleep when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I would have ignored it, but I didn’t want it to wake Lucy. Reaching out behind me, I located the stupid thing and brought it over to see who it was before turning it to silent.
It was Hack. He’d been pissy since we’d gotten back and was often gone for several days in a row. I’d let Mac deal with his stubborn, obnoxious ass. But when my phone was in front of my face, the message appeared and I sucked in a breath. Shit.
Hack: Asshole didn’t keep his end of the deal. Went to check on Paisley. She’s gone.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Me: Be on the road in twenty.
I didn’t want to imagine what state I’d be in if Lucy up and disappeared on me. So I quietly slipped out of bed and left her a note with a quick explanation. Then I dressed and headed out to my bike. It was time to take another motherfucker down.
Epilogue
Lucy
“I wanna ride with Daddy,” Kate whined, stomping her foot on the ground as she crossed her arms over her chest.
I pressed my lips together to stop myself from laughing. She was just too darn cute, and I couldn’t blame her for being envious of her big sister. Not when I loved being on Dom’s motorcycle with him just as much as they did. He went slow when the girls rode with him, never taking them far, and they each had their own little helmet—pink for Alice and purple for Kate. He was also careful to make sure they got the same amount of time on the motorcycle, or else we’d never hear the end of it. “You’re up next, baby girl. Let’s get your helmet on so you’ll be ready to go when Daddy gets back.”
My suggestion was the perfect distraction. She raced into the garage as fast as her little legs would take her and grabbed her helmet off the peg where we kept them. Then she ran back over to where I was standing in the driveway and thrust it toward me. “Help me put it on, Mommy.”
“Sure thing.” I carefully put the helmet on her head and pulled it into place. Then I flipped the face shield down and gently rapped my knuckles against the hard plastic surface. “Don’t forget your gloves.”
Kate skipped back into the garage to get her matching purple gloves. By the time she worked them onto her small hands, Dominic and Alice pulled into the driveway. He lifted her off the bike and held out his hands when Kate ran straight toward him. Once he had her safely in place in front of him, he grinned at me. “Be back in five minutes, doll.”
My lips curved down in a teasing pout. “You better make up for the fact that I didn’t get a turn later.”
“You know I will,” he promised before roaring away.
“Silly Mommy,” Alice chided as I helped her take her helmet off. “You know you can’t ride the bike with Daddy when you’re pregnant.”
My husband hadn’t managed to find a way to knock me up again when I was already pregnant, but he came pretty close. Born only eleven months apart, Alice and Kate were what some people called Irish twins, but I liked to refer to them as my little handfuls. Having them so close together meant I was always running after one or the other, so we’d held off on having another until they were both in school.
This past August, I’d cried my eyes out when we dropped them off for their second day of kindergarten and first grade. My independent little girls had insisted they didn’t need their mommy or daddy to walk them inside like we had the day before. I sat in the passenger seat of the truck and watched with tears streaming down my cheeks as Alice led her little sister down the sidewalk and through the doors of the school. I was still crying when we got home, but Dom carried me to our bedroom and fucked the sad out of me. He’d also knocked me up again and loved to brag that it had taken him no time at all once I got off my birth control.
Rubbing my hand over my rounded belly, I smiled at my oldest daughter. “I know, sweetie. But I can still be a little sad about missing out since I love to ride with Daddy, too.”
She nodded and grinned back at me. “I bet a cookie will make you happy!”
“I like the way you think, sweetie.” My newest craving of the week was chocolate, and we had a fresh batch of double chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen that I’d just baked that morning. Following her into the garage, I waited until she put her helmet and gloves away before heading into the house. After she washed up, Alice made a beeline for the cooki
e jar while I grabbed a carton of milk from the fridge. We’d each devoured two cookies by the time we heard the roar of pipes when Dom and Kate returned.
I grabbed two more glasses out of the cabinet and filled them with milk. As I was setting them on the table, my husband and youngest daughter walked through the door that led from the kitchen to the garage. Kate saw the plates with crumbs on them and yelled, “I want cookies, too!”
I pointed at the big jar on the table. “There are plenty left.”
“After you wash your hands,” Dom reminded her, and Kate changed direction to head over to the sink first. He waited for her to finish up before washing his hands, too. Then he helped Alice rinse her plate and glass and put them in the dishwasher. Once that was all done, he joined Kate and I at the table, where I was munching on another cookie. He brushed a kiss over my lips and grinned. “Mmm, you taste like chocolate.”
“That’s because she had three cookies,” Alice grumbled.
“No fair!” Kate cried. “How come Mommy gets extra cookies?”
I pointed at my belly. “Because I’m eating for two. That means I can have four cookies if I want.”
“When I’m married and pregnant, I’m gonna eat all the cookies,” Alice muttered with a frown.
“Yeah, me, too,” Kate agreed after gobbling down her first cookie.
Dom glowered at both of the girls. “You’re going to have to wait a long damn time before that happens since you’re not allowed to date until you’re thirty.”
They giggled, but I knew better. Their daddy was as protective of our girls as he was with me. If he could figure out a way to keep them home with us forever, he would. But at least he’d have someone to follow them around when their baby brother was born in a few more months.
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