DADDY AT THE ALTAR

by Claire St. Rose

  I got off the table, and he turned. I knelt in front of him and took his head into my mouth. The moment I started sucking, he groaned. He tasted salty and delicious. I felt my body grow even hotter, and if the melted, slick feeling in my panties were anything to go by, I was more than ready for him.

  I sucked him off, meeting my lips with my fist around the base of his cock, and with the other hand I squeezed his balls. He had his hands in my hair, guiding my face towards his body, pushing himself deeper into my mouth.

  I stopped when his breathing became ragged. I didn’t want him to finish, not yet.

  When I got up, he looked at me with greed. He found the top of my own pants and pulled them down without ceremony. Crouching in front of me, he looked up at me. He wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled me closer to him. He pressed his lips against me through the underwear and blew until hot air filled my crotch area. I moaned. He moved his lips against me, and the sensation just made me crave him that much more. He pulled down the panties, ran a finger through my slit, and when I shuddered, he followed with his tongue. He only licked once, slipping over my clit, and my body jerked.

  He stood up and pushed me gently so that I got on the table again. He let me lie back. I let my legs fall open, ready for him to do whatever he wanted. His eyes slid over my naked body like he was drinking me in. I knew when he looked at my sex because he groaned. His fingers found the slit again, and he moved them up and down in the wetness before he pushed them into me.

  I moaned when he did. He took the opportunity to kneel down and put his mouth over me. Pumping his fingers slowly in and out of me, he licked and sucked on my clit. Everything fell away. My whole world was reduced to his mouth on my clit, and his fingers inside of me. The heat in my body expanded and intensified until I felt like I was a ball of light. I was on the edge, but Daniel kept me there, not letting me topple over until he said so. The control was arousing. The feeling on my sex and in my body was orgasmic. I gasped and moaned, struggling to keep a lid on it.

  Then he let me have my release, and it shattered through me, ripping my insides open like a whirlwind. I curled on the table, hips bucking against my hand. I was vaguely aware of papers falling to the floor, and I didn’t care. The orgasm, what Daniel was doing to my body, was all I could think about—and I rode it out.

  When it finally subsided Daniel was right there, pushing into me. My body—just tightened from the orgasm—was stretched to its limit as his thick, hard member pushed into me. I moaned louder than I should have. He held onto my legs, using it as a point of leverage to get as deep as he could. Then he leaned over me, looked me in the eye, and started fucking me.

  It was the best sex. Every time we did it, it was so much better than I remembered it to be, and I always remembered it to be mind-blowing. Daniel held onto my hips to keep me in place as he pounded against me. The desk moved across the floor, inch by inch, as he banged it out of place, pushing into me. His length moved in and out of me, and I gasped and moaned.

  I was nearing another orgasm, and it rocked through my body in no time at all. I felt my insides clamp down on Daniel, milking what he hadn’t given me yet.

  A moment later he pulled out. The emptiness left a complaint on my lips, but he took my hands and pulled me up, planting me on wobbly legs. He turned me so that I was back against the wall where we’d started, and he lifted my one leg, hand wrapped around my thigh. He pushed into me again, and I gasped.

  This was all him. My body felt like jelly after the two orgasms. He was the one holding me up against the wall, stopping me from falling. And he pushed into me again.

  This time he took it nice and slow, his cock moving in and out so casually I wanted to scream. He was building up more sexual heat, but he was holding back on me, driving me crazy. He smiled at me when he did it, too, a mischievous smile that told me he knew exactly what I was doing.

  “Daniel, please,” I begged him. I cried out something that was just a mix of syllables.

  As if he’d had enough of torturing me, he let me go, pulled out, and then spun me around. I braced myself on the desk as he pushed into me from behind. The urgency and the strength I’d been craving was there now. He rammed into me and started bucking his hips against mine, pumping hard and fast. I held on for dear life as he fucked me. His strokes shorted, his speed increased, and his cock thickened. He was going to release soon. And if he kept going like this, so was I.

  He was first to orgasm. I felt him shoot his load into me, coating my insides, claiming me as his. His release triggered my own and I orgasmed a third time. This time my body did was it was meant to do, milking him, pulling every last drop out of him. We moaned together, and he leaned his upper body on mine so that the weight was almost unbearable.

  He pulled out of me with a wet sound. I turned around, smiling at him. He looked flush, which only made his eyes seem bluer. He pulled me into him and held me, skin on skin, and I felt so close to him it was as if we were one person.

  “Let’s get out of here,” he said. I agreed. I wanted to go home. I wanted to cuddle up to him in bed and spend the afternoon under the covers, sleeping, cuddling, fucking some more.

  I could do this for the rest of my life, I realized. And I wanted to. Daniel and I were going to get married, and everything was going to be all right. For both of us.

  The biker I’d met in the emergency room had become everything to me. And I wanted it to stay that way.

  We got dressed. When I unlocked the door, we left the office, hand-in-hand. I didn’t care who saw us. We walked to the car and drove home, ready for the next step in our lives.

  “I love you,” Daniel said as we drove. I looked at him and smiled.

  “I love you, too.”

  THE END

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  HE WANTS MY BODY, MY WOMB, AND HIS RING ON MY FINGER.

  Hammer is just looking for someone to nail.

  That much is obvious.

  But what I didn’t know is everything else he wants:

  Like a wife and a baby.

  I’m the newest cop on the force.

  Being a female in uniform means everyone is trying to get a piece of me.

  I fend them all of, no sweat...

  Until Hammer.

  He’s an ex-soldier, a fighter, a biker...

  Bad news all around.

  I know i should stay away.

  But when he offers to show me how to handle my body, I can’t say no.

  Needless to say, our lessons didn’t stop on wrestling mat.

  He took me to his bed and taught me a few more things.

  And God, I loved it.

  But this is all happening too fast.

  I’m a cop – the last place I belong is in a biker’s bed.

  Especially one in the middle of a complex web of crime and lies.

  Falling for Hammer might cost me everything.

  I just hope I can pay the price.

  ***

  I’LL DRAG HER TO THE ALTAR AND BEND HER OVER RIGHT THERE.

  The pretty doctor never asked for me to enter her life.

  But fate brought me here.

  And I’ve laid down my claim.

  This one is mine now.

  She can blame my brother for all this, if she wants to.

  He’s the one who got poisoned and ended up half-dead on her operating table.

  That’s where it all started.

  But once I got a glimpse of her sexy body in that lab coat, I knew exactly how it was going to end.

  With the doctor bent over and my ring on her finger.

  She saved my brother, so I have to thank her properly.

  And I’ve got a couple filthy ideas in mind.

  But it’s not all fun and games with me.

  It’s a dangerous world.

  And I’m a dangerous man.

  S
he’s gonna have to trust me if she wants to stay alive.

  But I can make one promise I’ll never, ever break:

  As long as you’re mine, baby…

  No one is gonna lay a damn finger on you.

  Because I’ll kill any man who touches my wife.

  ***

  HE GAVE ME A BABY AND LEFT ME ALONE. UNTIL NOW.

  The biker gave me a gift: his baby in my belly.

  Then he left me to raise her myself.

  But just when there’s finally hope for my daughter’s future…

  Gabriel comes storming back into town.

  It was a night to remember.

  The biker’s mouth…

  Hot and persistent…

  Taking me higher and higher than I ever thought possible.

  But just as suddenly as it started…

  He was gone.

  Not all of him, though.

  He left something behind.

  Something small.

  Something precious.

  His baby in my belly.

  It’s been years since then.

  I have a life now – it’s me and my little girl against the world.

  I work hard to provide for us, but she’s worth every second.

  Someday, I’ll get her out of this place.

  At least, that’s what I used to think.

  But when Gabriel rides back into town, all bets are off.

  Because when he learns he has a daughter…

  He’ll do whatever it takes to stake his claim to her.

  And to me, too.

  Try as I might, there’s no stopping him.

  The bad boy always gets what he wants.

  ***

  I’M GONNA PUT A BABY IN MY DAUGHTER’S TEACHER.

  Single dad biker? I’m one of a kind.

  My daughter Opal is my whole world.

  And if her spitfire teacher thinks she’s going to come between me and my baby girl…

  I’m gonna have to teach her a lesson or two.

  I didn’t ask for a daughter.

  But as long as she’s my responsibility, I’m gonna be the best damn dad I can be.

  That means teaching my baby girl everything I know.

  How to ride a bike.

  Throw a punch.

  She ain’t gonna be a damsel in distress.

  Not on my watch.

  But her teacher seems to have an issue with my parenting style.

  And when she gets in my face to tell me how to raise my daughter…

  It ignites something in me.

  It won’t be enough to yell back.

  No, I need to break this woman down.

  I’m going to take her.

  Own her.

  And when it’s all said and done…

  I’m gonna put my baby in her belly.

  ***

  The biker wanted me raw and ready.

  Some mistakes haunt you for life.

  I let the biker have me exactly how he wanted – wild, reckless, and raw.

  Then he left me in his dust, just like everyone said he would.

  But he also left a baby in my belly.

  It was a mistake to sleep with him.

  But God, not many mistakes feel that good.

  My knees still quiver at the memory.

  His body – chiseled, inked.

  His hands – aggressive, strong.

  His words – filthier and more dominant than I ever thought possible.

  He had me every way he could.

  And then he left me alone.

  Well, not quite alone.

  There was also the matter of the baby.

  It’s been a year, and I’ve tried to forget about him.

  He’s not coming back – or so I thought.

  But when Jackdaw hears he has a son, he comes roaring back in town.

  He’s coming to claim what’s his.

  My body.

  My soul.

  And our child.

  ***

  I LIVED MY LIFE INSIDE THE LINES… UNTIL HE CAME ALONG AND WRECKED IT.

  Strict. Careful. Safe.

  That’s how I lived my life.

  But then Micah came crashing in…

  And showed me how to be a bad girl for him.

  I was raised to obey authority, not to question it.

  So when Micah said he wanted to make me his…

  I didn’t know how to say no.

  Not that I wanted to.

  He was six and a half feet of muscle, tats, and a bad attitude.

  And God, he drove me crazy.

  I’d never met anyone quite like him before.

  Never encountered a man who could make me feel so many different things.

  Passion, anger, panty-melting desire…

  He knew how to press every button.

  But everything in this world has consequences.

  And if I want to be with the bad boy, I’ll have to pay the price:

  With everything I’ve ever loved.

  ***

  Saul won’t stop until he owns all of me.

  I’m already sick of this podunk Texas town.

  But I’m a movie star, not a hillbilly.

  At least, that’s what I used to think.

  Until Saul showed me what I really am: his property.

  He was just another faceless muscle man on set.

  Keep pedestrians out of the shot, beat back the paparazzi – that kind of thing.

  Normally, I wouldn’t bat an eye.

  But Saul was different.

  He wasn’t just muscle – although he definitely had plenty of that.

  He wasn’t just tough – although one look from his steely eyes had me trembling.

  He was so much more.

  He was either a monster or an angel.

  A sinner or a saint.

  He’s going to either bend me over his knee and break me completely…

  Or make me fall for a man I never meant to notice.

  But one way or another, Saul is going to make me his.

  ***

  I’m back. Time to reclaim what’s mine.

  They forced me out with a gun to my head.

  I’ve spent four years dancing with the devil in cartel country.

  I’m coming home now.

  And when I do, I’m gonna have my revenge on the bastards who wronged me.

  I’ve got a fire in my belly and fresh scars on my skin.

  I’m angry.

  Hell, I’m more than angry.

  I am righteous fury itself.

  They stabbed me in the back.

  Betrayed me.

  The snakes, the cowards…

  They took everything I ever gave a damn about.

  And I’m about to do the same to them.

  But when I kick down the door, something stops me in my tracks.

  A girl with a look in her eyes.

  It’s a look I’ve never seen before.

  Somewhere between a dare and a plea.

  It says, “Take me…if you can.”

  Believe me, baby:

  After I have my way with you, you’ll never want another man again.

  ***

  The more she loves me, the more I’ll ruin her.

  She found a monster, not a savior.

  I lose my control when I’m near her.

  I wanted to break her.

  I never expected her to like it.

  I’m not a hero, and I don’t rescue damsels in distress.

  I made it clear from the moment I met her.

  From the moment I tasted her.

  I’m not going to save her.

  I’m going to break her.

  Make her gasp.

  Make her beg.

  Make her scream.

  Make her into something she’d never dare to imagine.

  Not before she came to me.

  Not before I made her my property.

  ***

  This isn’t love, and I’m no prince charming


  Once I had a taste, I had to have more.

  To take her. To own her.

  I want her at my mercy.

  And I intend to make her scream.

  I only cared about my best friend, my dog Joker, until some bastards took him away from me.

  I was on a rampage to kill them all.

  I thought she was one of them.

  Until I had a taste of her and something in me snapped.

  Now, there’s no way I’m letting her go.

  Not until she’s given me everything I wanted.

  I want to make this very clear.

  This isn’t love.

  This is ownership.

  And before this is all over, I’ll make her my property.

  She’ll be at my mercy.

  With a ring on her finger.

  A kid in her belly.

  Day after day, and night after night.

  ***

  I’LL MAKE HER MY PROPERTY AND THEN I’LL PUT MY BABY IN HER.