Single Daddy Dom

by Sophia Gray

  “Take it off,” Cal said. “Please.”

  “Well, since you asked so nicely,” Antonia said. She smirked as she kicked her pants gracefully off her legs, revealing her naked limbs. She leaned her elbows on the bed, letting her hips writhe back and forth like she was riding an imaginary cock.

  “Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking hot,” Cal said. He rubbed his eyes like he was trying to clear his mind of a mirage. “Fuck.”

  “Yeah, baby,” Antonia murmured, lifting the hem of her shirt higher and higher, revealing the bottom half of her breasts, just under her nipple, her skin prickling from the cold air hitting her bare flesh. “You want me?”

  “You already know the answer to that,” Cal said. He was practically salivating at this point, his gaze glued to her breasts.

  “Say it,” Antonia demanded, her voice as firm as it had ever been. “Say it, baby.”

  “I want you,” Cal said. “Jesus Christ, I fucking want you.”

  “So what are you waiting for?” Antonia asked. She her eyebrows innocently as she slid her shirt over her shoulders and head and tossed it to the ground.

  “Fuck!” Cal cried out. He crawled forward on the bed and stopped just short of touching her. “Jesus Christ.”

  “Mm, what’s wrong?” Antonia asked teasingly. “Don’t like what you see?”

  Cal shot her a glare, but it soon melted into a sweet, almost alarmingly gentle look, his eyes going so soft that Antonia was almost scared. But not now. Not in this beautiful, unbroken moment, not when Cal was staring up at her like she was a goddess, whispering, “I love it. I love you.”

  Before she could come up with anything to say in response, Cal tackled her and pressed her down onto the bed again as he attacked her neck, his teeth digging into her violently for a few seconds before dragging their way down to her chest, latching around her left nipple. “Fuck!” Antonia cried out, clutching hard onto the back of Cal’s head, encouraging him to suck harder.

  “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” Cal declared. He reached down to pull her underwear off her body, tearing it in his haste to get it off her legs. But Antonia didn’t care, not when Cal was struggling out of his own clothes, kicking his boxers away and revealing his throbbing hardness a second before he pressed his crotch right against Antonia’s, slipping inside her so easily that Antonia barely had a second to prepare. She was being spread open, speared on his huge pulsing cock, and she fucking loved it. She was rendered speechless, gasping wordlessly as she bit at Cal’s shoulder, sucking on the salt of his skin.

  Cal grunted into her ear as he thrust wildly, sending his cock deeper into her pussy. “Jesus fuck.”

  “Yeah, that’s good,” Antonia whispered back. She sucked at the juncture of Cal’s neck and shoulder, making him whine lowly right into her ear, giving her exactly what she needed to hear: pure, unrestrained desire. “That’s so good. Fuck me. Fuck me deep. Give it to me.”

  Cal rushed to comply, bracing his weight by placing his hand into the mattress right next to Antonia’s head, forcing his cock deeper and deeper inside of her until he hit her limit, brushing up against her inner walls. “Fuck, yes. That’s tight. That’s fucking tight. Ugh, so good, baby, fuck.”

  Antonia moaned out an incoherent response, beyond words for the moment as she jerked her hips upward, trying to achieve even deeper penetration even though he was already all the way inside. She wanted as much of him as possible. She wanted to fucking swallow him whole.

  Cal began fucking her in earnest then, and the bed squeaked underneath him as he thrust in and out, panting lowly next to her ear the whole time. “Yes, yes, fuck, yes,” he moaned, his cock hitting all the right spots inside of Antonia’s wet cunt.

  She felt like he was hitting a bundle of nerves, the most special spot inside of her, the spot that could make her explode at any moment, if hit properly. I’m going to do it right now, she thought to herself, clutching harder at the skin of Cal’s back. I’m going to fucking come.

  But first, Cal had to fuck her brains out, pounding her so hard that she was a little worried that the bed was going to break underneath them. But somehow, Antonia thought that she wouldn’t even care if it did. She knew she couldn’t stop now, not when Cal’s bare cock was inside of her, pushing up inside of her, finding spots she didn’t even know existed.

  “Yes, baby, yes, baby, fuck, I love this, I love this so much, I love you,” Cal rambled next to her ear.

  “I love you, too,” Antonia said back, the words falling out of her so easily that at first she didn’t even notice what had happened. But Cal did. He came to a stop inside of her, panting hard as he stared down at her, sweat dripping down from his hair, his eyes blinking furiously as they peered into Antonia’s, looking like they were trying to find out if she was joking or not.

  Antonia cleared her throat. A thousand different fears whirled around inside her mind at once. Fuck it, she thought, summoning up all the courage that ever existed inside her body for this one beautiful, perfect moment. “I love you,” she said again, as solidly and firmly as she could. “I love you, Cal.”

  Cal fell out of her then, backing up until his back was pressed up against the headboard of the bed, gesturing for her to follow him. “Come on, baby,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her up to crawl up into his lap. “Ride me.”

  “With pleasure,” Antonia said with a grin, feeling weirdly free, like a great burden had been taken off her heart after she’d spoken the truth out loud. She straddled Cal’s torso, shoving her feet hard into the mattress to brace herself as she lifted her hips up, aligning her hole back up with Cal’s cock before slamming herself down all at once, taking Cal’s cock fully inside of her tight cunt. She called out as the head of his cock brushed up against that special spot inside of her again, rubbing up against it again and again as she moved her hips up and down.

  The music played from Cal’s phone, setting the mood with a slower, softer love song that wrapped around them like a soft, gentle cloud, making Antonia feel like nothing could go wrong, ever. She was safe here, wrapped up in Cal’s arms, consumed by his body, boxed in by his love. She could never even imagine being hurt again, not with Cal wrapped around her like this, taking care of her so well. He loves me, Antonia thought as she stared down into Cal’s eyes, riding him a little harder but slowing down to enjoy the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her tight hole. He fucking loves me. And I love him.

  Antonia couldn’t hold back the words anymore. “I fucking love you!” she cried out. The words spilled out of her like water bursting over a dam, falling down as naturally as her hips grinded down onto Cal’s.

  “I love you!” Cal shouted back, reaching up to grab her hands, their fingers twining together, their sweat pooling together as one as their hips moved faster, thrusting onto each other in perfect harmony.

  Antonia’s cunt felt like the entire universe, like whole galaxies were colliding and falling apart and falling back together again inside of her pussy, a thousand colors mixing together as his cock slid in and out of her, creating beautiful, wonderful friction. This is how universes are made, Antonia thought, panting so hard that her lungs burned with the exertion, her muscles aching as she thrust back and forth above her lover. This is how God made the world. With love. Just like this.

  “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Cal grunted out. He leaned up to bite at her neck again, sucking on her so hard that he was sure to leave a mark. Good, Antonia thought. I want him to mark me. To possess me. To fucking own me. Just like I own him.

  She leaned down to press her head into his neck, biting and sucking at him to leave her marks on his skin. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” she mumbled again and again into his flesh, licking at him like she could swallow him whole. “Baby, please.”

  “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you, darling,” Cal whispered back. He clutched at the back of her head and kept her in place as he pushed his hips up more forcefully, sending his cock impossibly deep insi
de of her. “Oh, fuck, I’ve got you.”

  Antonia moved her hips around in tight circles, rotating on the head of Cal’s cock, slamming down before sliding back up, teasing him with her natural juices even though her whole body was screaming to take all of him in. After a few more moments of this routine, Antonia couldn’t hold herself back any longer. She finally rode him so hard that the bed resumed squeaking beneath them, nearly wailing like a siren as she went faster and faster, feeling herself heat up in between her legs. She felt like a nuclear explosion was ready to go off inside her cunt at any moment, all of the wonderful sensations from Cal’s cock combining together to form something beautiful and new.

  “Baby, it’s happening, it’s fucking happening,” she mumbled into Cal’s neck, moving her lips over to collide with his mouth, licking her way inside until she was sucking on his tongue, desperately trying to get as much of him inside her body as possible.

  “Yes, darling, yes,” Cal breathed back. His voice came out weaker than she’d ever heard it before. She had ridden him to the edge of oblivion, to the boundary separating humans and the fucking stars. And she was going to take them both over that final edge, tumbling into beautiful accepting darkness, warm and wet and welcoming.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Antonia cried out, her pussy starting to heat up almost painfully as she ground even harder onto his cock, bearing down so that the head of his dick pressed up against the most sensitive spot on her pussy’s inner wall.

  “Yeah, baby. Yeah, baby, give it up to me. Give in. I got you. I’ve always got you,” Cal said, rubbing his hands up the sides of her body, massaging the last little bit of tension out of her muscles.

  Antonia called out. She gripped Cal’s hands as hard as she could as her pussy began to pulse around his cock, the heat reaching a breaking point, like a huge bubble finally collapsing in on itself, creating a thousand tiny bubbles flying off into the atmosphere, drifting up throughout Antonia’s whole body, explosion after explosion going off inside her cells. “Yes! Fuck, yes! Fuck!”

  “Yes, baby, yes!” Cal cried out from beneath her, gripping her hips hard, pushing her ass up and down to bring his cock to the edge, too. “Oh, fuck, it’s happening. It’s fucking….it’s fucking happening. Yes! Yes! God, yes!”

  Antonia braced herself, expecting to feel a violent explosion from Cal’s cock, but instead it was almost gentle, his dick releasing inside of her, pulse by pulse by pulse, his very heartbeat reverberating inside of her again and again and again. “Oh, shit,” Antonia mumbled as she collapsed on top of Cal’s chest. His dick slid out of her wetly as she settled her weight on top of his body. “Oh, my God.”

  “Yeah,” Cal agreed. He rubbed his way down from her shoulder-blades to her lower back, pressing down on her vertebrae until she finally let herself go limp in his arms, totally loose and free from any stress that her body might have retained as a result of the awful week she’d just had.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” Antonia huffed out. She pressed her lips lazily against the side of Cal’s face. “Wow.”

  “Yeah, same,” he said with a light laugh. He rubbed his other hand along the top of Antonia’s head, brushing some of the random strands of sweaty hair out of her eyes. “You’re a special one, you know that?”

  “Thank you,” Antonia said softly, clearing her throat before adding, “No one’s ever said that to me before, you know.”

  “Really?” Cal asked. His hands stilled on her head and back. “That’s a fucking shame.”

  “It’s okay,” Antonia said bashfully, hiding her face in Cal’s neck, but a second later she was forced to face him when Cal pulled at her chin, his eyes bearing down intensely onto hers.

  “I’ll tell you every day,” Cal said. “I promise.”

  Antonia’s heart felt like it was about to burst, it was so full of unbearably real emotion. She wanted to say that to Cal, to tell him that he made her realize how strong she was, just because she never knew how much emotion she could handle until she met him. She wanted to say that he pushed her to her limit, proving to her how powerful she really was. She wanted to say that for the first time in her life, she knew she could relax, really and truly, because he wasn’t going to run away and leave her to take care of everything by herself.

  She wanted to say all of that, but for some reason she couldn’t force the words out at the moment. But it didn’t seem to matter. Cal’s knowing glance told her that he already knew all that, that he knew exactly what was hiding within her heart. For the first time, that notion didn’t scare her. If anything, it made her feel safer, allowing her to cuddle up to Cal’s side without a single worry pressing down on her mind. She was free. She was complete. She was safe.

  Together, they slipped off into sleep, hands linked. They would never be separated, ever. They were a family now, hearts bound together as one. They would walk into their future, fearing nothing, ready for everything. Together.

  THE END

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  THE BABY PACT: The Twisted Saints MC

  By Sophia Gray

  We made a deal with one small catch: I had to bear his baby.

  I wanted an escape.

  He wanted a baby.

  What other choice did I have?

  I live in a wicked, vicious world.

  Full of liars and killers.

  I’m a prisoner here – and I want out.

  But how?

  My father would kill me if I ever disobeyed him.

  I need a man who could stand up to him.

  An ally.

  A partner.

  A hero.

  I thought Hammer would be that man.

  But I was so, so wrong.

  All along, I was just a pawn in his plan.

  He didn’t want to help me.

  He wanted to own me.

  Not just for one kiss, or one night.

  He wanted my body for nine months.

  I should’ve never signed this deal with the devil.

  Prologue

  Hammer

  In a dusty garage at the edge of New Orleans, right where the seedy motels and strip malls start to give way to the muddy trails of the bayou, the tops of a dozen beer cans popped off like a string of fireworks. Twelve men stood around a hulking eighteen-wheeler, wearing leather vests with patches that said “Twisted Saints” and holding up their drinks triumphantly.

  Marcus “Hammer” Lithgow stood on the hood of the truck and looked down at the members of his MC. The flickering bulbs that hung from the ceiling lit their dirty, hairy, grinning faces. His vest matched theirs perfectly except for the nametag on his chest, and the narrow patch beneath it which read “President.”

  Standing on top of a stolen treasure and surrounded by his loyal band of brothers, Hammer felt like a pirate captain on the high seas. His chest swelled with pride as he lifted his beer can. “Saints,” he bellowed happily, “here's to the biggest score we've ever pulled off! And best of all, once we unload it, every penny of this motherfucker is ours. There's no one to cut in or kick up to—just a quarter mil in electronics, split twelve ways.”

  The bikers cheered loudly, clunking their cans together and gulping them down.

  “Over twenty grand for ten minutes' work,” cackled Lash, the club's VP. Beer foam clung to his tangled brown beard. “Who else ever earned that much, huh?”

  “Not Cobra's mom, that's for sure,” Splinter crowed, pointing to the Saint next to him. “She only charges two bucks, and that's when she ain't getting paid in food stamps!” The others laughed, including Cobra as he cuffed Splinter upside the head good-naturedly.

  Hammer finished his beer and climbed down from the hood of the truck, grabbing another can. “Okay, so I've lined up a fence for us up in Baton
Rouge. He says he can exchange the merch for the money first thing tomorrow, so I'm taking Splinter and Cobra with me as backup and leaving Lash in charge. Once we get the cash in hand, it's important that we don't flash too much of it around for the first couple weeks, understand? We don't want to attract any—”

  There was a knock on the garage door. All of the Saints turned to look.

  “—attention,” Hammer finished, narrowing his eyes.

  He looked around, doing a quick head count to make sure all of the Saints were already there. They were.

  “All right, what the fuck is this?” Hammer asked, staring down the others. “No one was supposed to know we were here. Did one of you assholes invite your girlfriend or something?”

  The confused bikers looked around at each other, shaking their heads. Some of them were already uneasily reaching for guns, knives, and wrenches.

  Another knock. Politely gentle, but insistent.