Filthy Daddy (Satan's Saints MC #2)

by Bella Love-Wins

  I’m feeling so lippy right now. “Okay, Mom. Pop that bag and let’s do this. I’m ready.” I look up at Tate. “We’re ready, right?”

  “Fucking right,” he says and hears Mom clear her throat. “Uh, yes we are.”

  Mom sets up the camcorder on a side table and starts recording, then moves to the open end of the daybed. Cindy and Debbie stand on either side of Mom, ready to help keep my legs up high to help the baby out. “Okay honey. We need you to roll onto your back now.” Mom parts my legs when I’m settled on my back.

  “I’m in labor, Mom.”

  “You are, honey. Baby will be here soon.”

  “Shit, this is what being in labor feels like. It fucking hurts like a bitch, Mom. No wonder more than half of the women in labor at the hospital maternity ward ask for the epidural. I think I want some of that right fucking now.”

  Mom smiles. “And you’re a nurse now, Molly, so you know full well that ship has sailed.” She doesn’t wait for me to answer because she notices I’ve started panting. “Oh good, honey. This is another contraction. I want you to take a breath and push. Right now.”

  I reach up for Tate’s hand, squeezing as hard as I can as I push.

  “OwwwwwwwEeeeeeeeeee,” I cry through the pain, pushing with everything I’ve got. My vaginal muscles tear and stretch and crack like someone is down there cutting me with a dull, dirty knife.

  “That…fucking…hurts. Oh God the pain, oh hell.”

  “Yes doll. That looks like it hurts,” Tate says in a soothing voice that only sets me off.

  “How the hell would you know!” I shriek. “That’s my vag getting stretched all to hell! Ouuuccccchhhh. Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God!”

  “You’re doing great,” Mom says from her spot between my legs. “You’re crowning, honey. Baby just needs another good push. He’ll be here and in your arms so fast. Can you give me another push?”

  “I don’t think so,” I pant out. “I can’t. It really hurts.”

  “You can do this. Come on. Let’s do it together. On the count of three. One, two, take a deep breath and three. Push.”

  “Oh Goddddddddddddddd!” I cry.

  “Yes, honey. The worst is almost over now. Baby’s head is out. If we can just get one last push, his shoulders will be next, and that’s it! Come on. I want to meet my grandson.”

  “Jesus fuck, another push? I can’t,” I whine, hardly able to pant, let alone get a big enough breath of air to push again.

  “Yes, you can. And you will. I’ll count to five this time.”

  Mom counts down. I dig deep. I find that lungful of air and give the last push. The ton of pressure on my pelvis eases up, and Mom cries out, “Yes! He’s here! You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”

  “He’s here? Baby’s here?”

  “Yes he is, love. He’s perfect. So gorgeous, and he looks so healthy.” She moves over to the basin of water and wipes off the bundle in her hand, clearing the airways as I weakly catch my breath, desperately wanting to see the baby.

  My baby.

  “Congratulations, kids,” Cindy says. “Your little one looks very sweet. Doesn’t he, Debbie?”

  “He does. He’s strong. And those eyes look just like his grandfather.”

  I glance their way for a second and take in the scene around me. As strange as it is, with all these virtual strangers here, I know I’m surrounded by people who will love and care for my little boy.

  “We have a baby, Tate.”

  “We do. You were amazing. He’s looking really good too.”

  “Sorry about your hand.”

  “It’ll heal,” he tells me, laughing.

  “Give him to me, Mom,” I beg.

  “Here you go. He’s beautiful.” Mom steps over to me with the little one and places him on my chest.

  “Oh my God.” I admire every feature on his tiny face. His eyes are shut tight, his cute little nose wrinkles a bit, his lips are so precious. And goodness he has a small cleft on his chin, just like Tate whenever he does a close shave. “Hi, baby. Look at you. This is our boy, Tate.”

  “It is. He’s perfect.”

  “He is.”

  “Do you want to hold him?” Mom asks Tate.

  “Hell yeah. I was just waiting my turn. You know, she did just stretch her vag to kingdom come to get him here… Crap. Sorry Mrs. Davenport… I figure she should have first dibs on seeing what popped out.”

  “Not what, honey. Who. Who popped out.”

  “Yes, he’s a cutie.”

  Mom picks the baby off of my chest and carefully swaddles him and puts him in Tate’s arms. I tilt my head to see Tate holding his baby for the first time. He’s in awe. It makes my heart wrench to see them together like that. Dad and son. Just as I’d hoped, they look amazing together. Like a real family. Something Tate wanted for as long as I’d known him.

  “Yes,” he said softly. “He looks just like me.”

  “He kinda does,” I agree.

  Tate leans over to kiss his newborn. “He does. And I’m not sure I’ll be letting him go anytime soon.”

  Chapter 31

  Tate

  Eight Months Later

  “It feels fucking good when you wake me up like that, doll,” I groan at the feel of Molly’s hand on my cock.

  She’s hardly touched me and my dick springs to life. I’ve been longing for her touch, but haven’t said much with all the hours we both work. Molly has a part-time nursing gig at the hospital where her mother works. She’ll eventually go full time, but for now, she’s at home with our son, Aiden, during the day. She drops him off at her mother’s house three nights a week, and I pick him up there whenever I get off early.

  The rest of the time, we’re together and inseparable.

  “I’ve been horny as hell since Aiden stopped breastfeeding all of a sudden,” she whispers.

  “Kid’s loss is my gain,” I answer, kissing her free hand. “Wait, hold on.” I tilt my head and listen to both the baby monitor on the bedroom chest of drawers, and for sounds behind our closed door. “Sounds like he’s still asleep.”

  Tugging her nightshirt over her body, she springs up from her side of the bed and climbs on top of me. “We should hurry. You know he’s figured out how to get out of the crib a few times now. Every time he’s this quiet, I can’t help but worry. But I need you inside me so bad this morning.”

  I look up at my old lady, brushing her jet-black hair out of her face and admire her smile. I run my hands over the rise of her exposed breasts. They’re so ready for me to take them into my mouth, one by one. “Fuck, just ride me, woman.”

  Molly lifts my t-shirt up my chest and over my head. She traces delicate fingers over my shoulders and down my arms. Her hands skim along the contours of my chest and stomach. Then she ducks her head to me, briefly kissing my chest before moving to my neck, kissing and nipping it as my dick gets harder than slate. I need to feel her tight, wet pussy clench around my shaft again. She lifts up her ass and grips my shaft, pressing the thick tip at her opening. I can’t wait any longer and neither can she. Gripping her hips, I pull her down hard on my dick, burying deep inside of her.

  “Oh, God. That feels so fucking good,” she moans. She rests her hands on my shoulders, her fingernails digging into my skin as she rolls her hips. And I do it again.

  “You like that?”

  “I fucking love it,” she moans, eyes barely open. She off in her world, riding her pleasure to the next level.

  Molly slides her hands up, and I lift my head to suck and feast on the fullness of her breasts while I thrust into her at this new angle. She’s so wet, and so fucking tight. It’ll be damn hard not to fill her to overflowing. Any second now. Molly reaches a hand down in between us, pressing two fingers over her clit, whimpering from all the stimulation that gets her closer and closer to orgasm.

  Her hips move wildly, and I can’t help but to grasp the flesh of her ass and raise her higher, almost to the tip of my dick, then thrust back into h
er hard and fast. She starts to shake.

  “Yes,” she moans and gasps into my shoulder. “I’m gonna come, baby. Yes.” She arches her back and lets out a deep, throaty moan. Her whole body convulses as she comes.

  I don’t stop. My thrusts get deeper, harder. I’m enjoying the tightness of her as her inner walls pulse around my cock, pumping and milking me, taking me closer to the edge. Her muscles tighten around my shaft some more, gripping me like a fist, holding me inside of her, coaxing me to come too.

  Molly is weak, spent, sated. I take over. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I flip her onto her back. She smiles absently and plants her hands on my hips as I piston deep inside her. Her nails anchor into my ass and squeeze each cheek, begging me without words to give her my seed, nice and deep. I’m in the moment, too far gone to say a word. She finishes me off that way, her hands gripping on tightly until my body tenses and I explode inside of her.

  “Fuck,” I groan, enjoying the heights of coming so completely. I’m breathless, gasping for air as I finish. I open my eyes again after a short while and find Molly looking up at me with a satisfied smile.

  “You’re full of surprises, woman?”

  “Always. I want another one.”

  “For real?”

  “Yes. A girl I think. Can you hook me up?”

  “I’ll have a good time trying until it happens,” I tell her, grinning broadly.

  I pull out of her and stretch out beside her. Pulling her into my arms, I breather in her scent and catch my breath as our bodies come down from that natural high. I’m not in a hurry to get up, but just then, the door swings open.

  Aiden is up and crawling into our room again. Molly somehow finds the edge of the sheets and pulls it up over us to her breasts. I’m not too sure why. The kid has had his fill of her tits and got to know every inch before he weaned himself off of them.

  “Good morning, Aiden,” she coos to our eight-month-old. “Who’s so good at sneaking out of his crib?” She stretches out her arms to him, and he crawls further inside the room, babbling his baby talk as he goes. I look at the two of them from my spot on the bed. Never in a million years did I think this would be my life…and I love it.

  “Get over here, little hell-raiser,” I call to my boy.

  Aiden changes course and crawls to the foot of the bed and around to my side. When he makes it there, the kid puts his hands out in front of him, straightening his legs until his diaper is up in the air. Then he grips on to the side of the bed and stands. On his feet now, he shakes his head of blond locks to get some of his hair out of his face, blinking his sparkly bright blue eyes at us.

  “Da-Da.”

  Molly sits up as quick as lightning. “Tate. Did you hear that? He just called you Da-Da!”

  “Yup.”

  “He hasn’t said Ma-Ma yet, but God, this is awesome! Say it again, Aiden,” she coaxes him. “Say Da-Da.”

  “Da-Da?” little Aiden repeats as a question.

  My heart explodes with more love that I thought was there, and my chest swells with pride.

  “Hell, yeah, it’s your Da-Da.” I reach over the side of the bed and sweep Aiden up into my arms, pulling him tight to my bare chest. “You just made your old man so proud, little man. Keep buttering me up like that and we’ll have you in your own little leather cut and all patched up with the Saints in no time.”

  “Just be sure not to say that when my mother’s around.” She grins and looks at the two of us. “Oh, and Aiden, Ma-Ma’s next. Not Granny. That can wait, or you and I are gonna have a problem.”

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  Long time ago, in a paranormal daydream far away, I wrote Filthy Daddy as a bear shifter romance called MC Bear My Baby. The characters were the same, with a little extra.

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