by Dani Wyatt
I cupped her face between both hands and caught her lips in an open-mouthed kiss. My teeth dragged over her soft lips. And when she offered me her tongue, I sucked it into my mouth and pushed her onto her back.
She fell with a gasp as I got off the bed. My eyes lingered on her thighs, her breasts. Her arms spread wide by her sides as she revealed her beauty.
She was gasping like she’d just come up from underwater. Her eyes stared, unblinking, her thick hair spilling on my sheets, cascading like a chocolate waterfall on the silk. I could almost feel that hair, the way it had spilled over my cock like a curtain as she took me down her throat that first time.
“Spread your legs wider and hold them apart.” I undid my belt and unzipped my fly while she followed orders. The view made me spill a gush of pre-cum out of the slit of my cock.
“Your pussy is trembling. I'm not going to hurt you, you know that, right?”
I shoved my pants off, and halted as her eyes widened, taking in the full size of my cock.
“It’s going to be the best thing you’ve ever felt, Baby. You and I are meant to be one.”
“I want to make you happy.”
I got rid of my shirt, and strode closer. Smiling, I caught my lower lip between my teeth and seized her ankles, planting her feet on my abs.
“Now, kick me away. Use both feet and all your force.”
Her lips parted and her eyes widened.
“Come on, babygirl. Kick Daddy off your little body.”
With a moan, she kicked me. I stumbled back on one foot, chuckling. In the next moment, I wrenched her legs apart and climbed on top of her.
She squealed in surprise as I caught her lips in mine, pinning her wrists down by the side of her head. I caught her whimpers in my mouth. Her head lifted off the bed as she fought to kiss me back, harder. Her arms struggled to be free of my hold.
I growled in her mouth as her wrists twisted to be set free.
My cock was drenched in the pulsating wet mess between her legs. My shaft lay pressed along her comforting slit, and I didn’t force my way in. Instead, I savored the sweet warmth radiating off her pussy. On impulse, I broke the kiss and peeked down, spotting the swollen head of my cock peeking above the triangle of fine hair between her legs. Taking a deep, calming breath, I ground myself back and forth on her clit.
She twisted her wrists harder. “Let my arms go, Daddy.”
I circled my hips into her, grinding her clit with the root of my cock. My balls were now drenched in the flowing river of her need. I gritted my teeth to hold my load. If I burst now, I’d cover her belly with my sticky cum. That’s not what I wanted. I wanted that load inside her belly, so I could breed my Baby with my child.
Her clit throbbed against the root of my cock as I burnished it up and down.
“Oh, God.” She thrashed.
“I’m not God. I’m Daddy.”
A low, guttural groan escaped her swollen lips, and I pinned her down harder.
“I'm going to get so deep up your tight, unused pussy. You’ll forever remember that it’s Daddy’s home and he makes the rules.”
Her head thrashed to the sides, her hips curled onto me in her race to orgasm.
“Yes, Baby. Reach for it. Anything you want. Always.”
“Daddy...” It was a scream. She shuddered, her head falling back.
I caught her smooth throat in my mouth and sucked a mouthful. When I released the delicate flesh, a large red bruise was already forming. “That’s going to leave a mark.”
Grabbing her waist, I hauled her up onto my bent legs. Then, seizing the rock-solid root of my cock almost angrily, I slapped it down on her sensitized clit, and watched it flinch and squeeze against the stimulation.
“Touch your breasts. Squeeze them for me, Chloe.”
I knew I had to keep her relaxed while I took her. I did not want to hurt my princess.
Her small hands crushed the ample mounds of her breasts, and her eyes rolled back into her head at the pleasure from that ache.
Time seemed to slow down.
“You want this.” I smacked her pussy with the head of my cock.
“Yes.”
“Spread your legs apart. Open up for Daddy to get inside.”
Her smooth, pale legs shifted apart as far as they could go. I clutched the insides of her thighs and forced them wider. With a groan, I bent down and lifted her hips higher at the same time. My mouth closed hard over her pussy, all of it, sucking the lips, the petals of dangling flesh, and inhaling the scent of her.
Her moans and my grunts mixed together, as I closed my eyes and savored the sweet heaven on my face.
The taste of her pussy filled me. Her scent made my cock dribble sticky pre-cum. Dragging my tongue along the slit, I made my way down, flicking the tip over her tight asshole.
She jerked and cried out like a wounded animal. Her little body slipped out of my hold and squirmed away. She pulled herself toward the headboard before I caught her ankles, yanking her back down, and claiming her pussy with my open mouth again.
“You taste like fucking heaven.” I growled into her pussy, my nose digging into her clit as I poked her dribbling opening with my tongue. She lurched beneath my unrelenting hold, and caught my hair in handfuls, pressing me hard onto her slick opening. Whimpers escaped her lips as she came, her spine lifting off the mattress in an arc, a sizzling flood of her cum dripping down my chin.
Panting like a caged animal, I sat up, grating my teeth. My chest rose and fell in rapid breaths. My babygirl was still shivering in the aftermath of her explosive orgasm, when I cupped her ass, lifting it to receive my cock.
My eyes roved over her face, her perfect body. Taking in the sight of her pale flesh and generous breasts, I grabbed hold of the root of my cock and held the tip against her sweet folds—ready for entry.
“Who am I, Baby?”
“Daddy.”
I slipped three inches of my rod into her slick warmth. I thought she’d be the one losing her mind. But it was me. “Fucking hell...” Finally, I was inside my babygirl. Her pussy tightened around me on instinct, barring further entry into her delectable warmth.
Holding around her waist, I pinned her in place. Then I pushed her thighs apart with my free hand, and stared into her liquid eyes. “Relax. Breathe. Let me in, Baby. If I don’t take you today, I’m going to fucking die.”
Her thighs grew hard and tense, before I sensed them relax. I pulled my cock out all the way to the tip, enjoying the swirl of glistening pink that covered my shaft.
“You’re so fucking ready.”
She reached for my shoulders, gliding her small hands down my chest. I squeezed my hips forward, forcing my way into her again. A sound that was half laugh, half grunt, escaped me as her little pussy allowed five of my ten inches up inside her this time.
Her hands fell to the bed. Her fingers twisted into the silk sheets, clawing them off the mattress, and she jerked as she cried out.
I pulled back, sliding out of her. “Take all of me. Make room.”
This time, her hips lifted to receive me. Her body knew it wanted my cock, and it was caving, allowing me entry.
I bit my bottom lip and ogled the pink parted lips of her sex. Pinning her in place, I pushed my cock in more, and more, until the virgin barrier barred me. Gratification rumbled through my ribcage, and I wrapped my arms around her waist, pushing my mouth between her tits.
“Sorry, Baby.”
I didn’t give her time to process that sentiment, as I lunged forward, drawing a cry from her lips as I claimed her virginity. Her body turned to rock in my hold, fighting the momentary pain.
In two seconds, her pussy softened and opened up for me, welcoming me in with its slick walls.
“Fuck, yes!” I screamed, so loud the windows rattled, and I looked down between her legs.
I’d craved this view for years. To see my cock disappearing inside my Baby. We were joined now. We were one. Just like nature intended us to be. Forever.<
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I rubbed a hand over her belly, stroking back and forth.
“I’m inside you here. Here, babygirl.” I purred into her dark hair.
In return, she lifted her hips. “Daddy...Oh, you really fit.”
“I was born to fit inside your sweet pussy, Baby. And you were born to fucking let me burrow between your legs.”
“Welcome home, Daddy.” It was a raspy hiss through her clenched teeth.
Fuck. She remembered. She remembered what I’d said about her pussy being my ultimate home. I jerked inside her and caught her sweet, swollen lips in mine. Extracting my cock from her wet passage, I slammed inside her, full force, earning a sharp shriek from her mouth.
The brief pain made her legs wrap around my waist, her spine arching like a bow as she took all of me.
My restraint snapped. I pumped into her, hard and fast, claiming her as mine, marking my territory in her deepest core.
“You're mine. Forever. My sweet...sweet...babygirl.” I panted with every thrust.
“Daddy!”
“Oh. your cunt is sucking at my rod. You're so dirty for it.”
“Yes...”
“Should I put my babies up inside your belly?”
“Yes, please....” She moved in time with me, her hips jerking down to meet my thrusts halfway, making my cock’s head land that much harder and deeper. She was wild. Her nails dug into my hips as she pulled me in.
My Baby was a freak of nature. She was all timid and kind and sweet, but when I got my hands on her body, she turned into a crazy seductress that couldn't get enough of my big cock.
“Want more?”
“All of it. All of it, Daddy. Your cum...” She hesitated, then set me free. “Inside me... Please, Daddy.”
And that set me off. I growled as the head of my cock exploded, spilling a hot gush of my molten lust. I felt her cum at the same time, her pussy squeezing me tight and sucking me in so I couldn’t escape.
Hot jets of my release coated her insides. Her pliant little body jerked back, milking me, before it began rocking in delirium. I growled as another long spurt left my body, filling hers.
“Every drop of my cum is yours...for my lifetime.” My lips brushed her ear and I stuck my tongue inside, swirling a hot mess in there. My body lurched again and again, shocking me with the never-ending orgasm. “All yours, for you to take. In your pussy and down your little throat...” I panted. “And when you’re ready, up your gorgeous, tight ass.”
Her eyes shot open in surprise, and I chuckled, kissing the shock off those parted lips and grinning.
“Don’t worry, Baby. Not today. Not next week. Not next month. I’ll have to make room for my cock in your ass first.”
“How?”
I lifted my brows. She really wanted to talk about it. Right now. “I’ll open you up with my fingers a little. Then I’ll get some small toys to get you prepared. Then bigger and bigger toys...until your ass can fit my cock.”
She nodded, and the fear evaporated.
As I fell onto my back, I took her with me, still intimately connected.
She lay over my thundering chest, tiny and sweet.
I felt like an animal that had just won a head-on testosterone-fueled fight to mate. My Baby was marked with the scent and heat of my cock. No man would ever touch her, ever taste her pussy, ever fill her tight warmth.
“You’re mine, babygirl.” The relief, the agony of that statement, the pleasure, all mixed together in one wonderful cocktail that thrilled me. “Mine. All mine.” I stroked the bumps of her spine, and smoothed the hair off her face. “How do you feel?”
No answer.
“Chloe?”
Her breathing was low and steady. Her arms limp by her sides.
I wrapped my arms around her body to hold her in place, and ground my jaws together as my cock slipped wetly out of her.
“Just how I imagined our life together, Chloe.” I whispered to her. “You’re safe. Sleep, my love.”
Chapter Sixteen
Chloe
I REACHED DOWN TO ADJUST my gown, and caught a reflection of myself in the mirror.
I smiled, knowing this was exactly what Ryder wanted from me. I headed out of the canopy and down the path, turning to the right between two giant maple trees.
The path opened into a massive garden with white flowers cascading from a net all over the cordoned place. The orchestra rose, the guests spun around to look at me. But my eyes found him, azure-blue eyes shining from his place by the pastor.
His eyes were half closed, almost drunk at the sight of me. His hands were clasped together in front of him as he watched me with an intensity that made my stomach churn. Instead of standing to the side to wait for me, he stood right in front of the pastor. He claimed his ultimate right to see his bride from the front.
I smiled, remembering the words he'd said to me last night as we lay side by side: “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow, as my bride. I’ve waited too long.”
And now, as I walked toward him, I mouthed the words I knew he’d understand: Your wait is over.
A smile curved the corners of his mouth, but the intensity in his eyes didn’t falter. He knew that I was his, and he knew that we would be together. I’d asked him last night if we should sleep separately, if it was bad luck for him to see me the night before our wedding. He just grinned, shaking his head, and told me that he didn’t believe in bad luck. According to Ryder, he would protect me from that just like he protected me from everything else.
And I believed every word.
His eyes roved over the bodice of my strapless gown; my side-swept wavy hair with white flowers at my ear, the simple bouquet of white lilies I held.
I didn’t look at the guests. They meant nothing to me.
It was Ryder who had wanted this big wedding for me. The guest list comprised of his friends from the military, along with their partners. The only person among the guests that I truly cared about was Nanna.
But in that moment, I only had eyes for Ryder. He was all I wanted. He was my family. He was my everything.
The last three months of my life flashed across my mind. They were bliss. I’d only begun to truly live after Ryder brought me home and made me his.
I didn’t care about my old life. It wasn’t really a life. After being wrapped in the cocoon of true love, I knew exactly what kind of mess I’d led with my so-called family.
I’d spent the first twenty years of my life in a prison. I’d only just gotten free after serving a sentence that was too long for my humble sins, and then I’d found...
“Ryder!” I offered him my hand.
“Baby. You look like every dream I ever had.”
I bit my lip and smiled; he took my hand and lifted it to his lips. Finally, he shifted to the side so the pastor could take his place in the center.
I drowned happily in the deep blue of his eyes. Nothing mattered but him, as I vowed to love, cherish, and obey him. Tears blurred my sight as he made me his.
For the first time in my life. I had complete faith in someone’s promise. Ryder’s promises were set in stone. He'd always done what he promised—for me and for himself.
He'd promised himself that he would one day come for me. And he had. He'd promised me a life that was more heaven that reality, and he had delivered.
“I love you.” I mouthed, just as the pastor’s voice rang in the sweet, spring air.
“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
His lips swept down so fast I moaned in surprise. My breath caught as his mouth claimed mine, almost roughly.
A couple of his friends began to guffaw and call out for him to slow down. But Ryder never cared what anyone thought. He did what he wanted and he did it the way he wanted. And I was getting pretty damned addicted to that.
He was mine—all of him. And I was his wife.
I was gasping when he finally broke the kiss and I licked my bottom lip.
“Hello, my wife.”
/> Chapter Seventeen
Ryder
Epilogue—Five Years Later.
I threw a ball toward my five-year-old son, Jason, and hooted when he spun his little bat and struck the ball.
“Good job!”
“My turn!” My four-year-old son, Jasper, hurried over on his little legs to take his brother’s spot.
“Eye on the ball, all right?”
“Yes, Dad.”
“Good boy.” He missed and I hooted for him anyway. “We’ll try again.”
“I’ll get it this time.”
“Of course you will.” I caught a movement from the corner of my eye. My three-year-old son, Jax, was running toward me. “Hey, you guys are home.”
My eyes connected with Chloe’s. Her sweet body swayed sexily in the red tank top and blue denims she’d worn to the doctor’s office. Those were her outside clothes, but we still had our own special wardrobe for when it was just the two of us.
“God, I love you,” I hissed as she came close.
She laughed, lifting up onto her toes to kiss me.
Under the constant halo of my love, attention, and care, Chloe had blossomed.
The feeble, terrified little girl I’d kept an eye on while she was growing up, had found her true self in the protection I provided. She had no fear now, going out into the world as my wife.
Her shitty excuse for parents were locked up long ago, on charges of fraud, abuse, and kidnapping. Trixie had managed to escape authorities—because I’d made sure she would. Almost seven years after the warehouse incident, I still rewarded her for coming to my Baby’s rescue. She was living in L.A. now, working as a licensed hairstylist and going to school to become a nurse.
I’d come to the realization very late, that Trix was also a victim. A victim of being raised by those two assholes. Once she stopped drinking, once she distanced herself from her parents when they went on the run, she began to envision the good life she could lead.
I sent her a big check every year, to help her with her rent and tuition, and anything else she needed. I wasn’t in touch with her, but my lawyer was, and she always asked him to tell me she was very grateful for all I had done for her.