Epilogue
“You sign right here, Mrs. McKenna.” The attorney hands me the thick black pen, pointing at the blank line on the last page of the tall stack of papers. “Once you sign, the deal is done and all the clubs will belong to the new owner.”
Jesse’s fingers rub in a slow circle between my shoulder blades, soothing me, as the air conditioning hums from the ceiling in the monstrous conference room at the top of the building belonging to Wilson, Barrington & Miller, Attorneys at Law.
“Ready for our new life, baby?” Jesse’s thick voice whispers against my ear. “It’s all up to you right now.”
The pen feels heavy as the tip connects to the paper and I loop-d-loop it around with my signature.
Katrina McKenna. God, it still feels so good to share his last name.
“Done.” Jesse plants a warm kiss on my forehead, then stands for a round of handshakes and rushed goodbyes, before pulling me by the hand and grabbing a package of paperwork from a clerk on our way out the door.
“You’re a millionaire, baby, how does it feel?”
I smile, because sure, it feels good, but what feels better is that we did this together. And we have plans on doing more things together, things for which we’ll need money.
Like a rehab clinic named after my brother. One that might help prevent someone else’s family being ripped apart by a drunk driver.
And birthing this baby that’s growing in my belly, making me have to pee every ten seconds.
Jesse hoists my rotund body into the passenger seat of the car. He bought it for my birthday last week, but he won’t let me drive.
Apparently, it’s too dangerous in my condition. Whatever. I know it will be there when my condition changes.
It’s a Dodge Charger. Yeah, it’s cliche and silly, but it was the car I thought was the pinnacle of cool back in high school and some things just stick with you.
As the engine roars under Jesse’s guidance, I already know where we are going. It’s been four hours since we left the house for our closing on the sale of all the clubs and I already know Jesse’s internal cock clock is overdue for its thrice daily Daddy time.
“You look tense, Daddy. Hard day at work?” I tease as he stomps on the gas, veering the car around a semi on the shoulder of the freeway, making me yelp and squeak in surprise. “In a hurry too, I see.”
“Keep it up, little girl, and you’re gonna see just how hard the day is going to get for you.”
“Yippee!” I bounce under my seatbelt, slapping my palms together, then wince as my boobs remind me that pregnancy has its downsides.
Jesse notices right away. He notices everything, which is equal parts incredible and amazing and annoying and frustrating.
“Now you see why I keep us on a schedule? Your little tender titties need some attention, don’t they, baby?”
I offer a reluctant nod as the warmth between my legs spreads, knowing what he has in mind.
When my milk started to come in at five months, Jesse was both turned on and worried, and he took me straight to the doctor without an appointment. The doctor, a female of course, assured him that although rare, it was possible for a woman’s milk to come in before giving birth.
He asked her about ten thousand questions about me and then about if there would be any problems for the baby not getting that first colostrum… I didn’t even know he knew what that word meant.
Once his worries were calmed, he couldn’t get me home fast enough to start feasting on my rapidly-engorging breasts.
He’s crazy, but I’ve never seen him so out of his mind as he was when that first spray of milk hit his tongue.
Since then, it’s becoming a big thing in our lives, and I gotta say, it’s hot.
“Tits out. I wanna see that milk dripping.” He growls as he takes the last turn off the main road toward our house. “Get ‘em out, baby. Daddy’s hungry. I’m going to feed you my cock too, don’t you worry. You’re gonna have a belly full of cream too.”
Turbulence rocks my insides as I spread open the slits on my nursing dress, unclip the top snaps on my nursing bra, and set my tits free.
“Oh fuck, yeah. That’s my girl. So sexy. God, you make Daddy’s cock fucking ache .”
By the time we get home, lust is turning him into a madman as my pussy gushes and the front of my dress is soaking wet.
Inside the front door, he sets me down after carrying me like a doll from the garage through the back hallway and toward the living room, where he sets me on the special feeding chair he had built which puts me at the perfect height for him to nurse while also spreading my legs to fuck.
It’s an interesting piece of furniture, and the few people we’ve had come into the house all comment on the unique design. His hands work fast, and within a minute I’m stripped to my birthday suit and placed into the special chair.
“Feet,” he snaps, nodding to his open palms, and once he secures them in the little footrests made to keep my knees wide and bent, he steps back with a look of triumph.
“Fuck, you get sexier every day.” The sunlight catches the darkness of his eyes as his chest heaves up and down. He strips his own clothes, leaving them in a heap, stepping into position as my belly tumbles and desire wraps itself around me like a dark hug.
His mouth surrounds my nipple in a sucking connection that sends wicked lust all the way into my curling toes. His sounds are eager and animalistic, resonating in the farthest corners of the room.
“So fucking delicious,” he mumbles around the mouthful of my flesh. “These tits and this pussy make me lose my ever-loving shit. Suck and fuck, suck and fuck, you drive me fucking nuts.”
I skim my palms down his shoulders, feeling every sinuous movement under the smooth skin.
He draws on my tight nipple and there’s those zinging little firecrackers going off as the milk comes down, generous and warm into his throat.
I throw my head back onto the padded neck rest on the back of the chair—he thought of everything—and hold my breath as the familiar sensation of the broad tip of his cock applies pressure to my opening.
My belly takes up a good part of the space in between us, but Jesse’s cock is no match for even my pregnant belly. I’ve grown into someone that’s me, but also so different.
Jesse taught me so much about myself. How far I was willing to go into that lost, little girl part of me to heal her and allow her to have the lover and daddy she deserved and needed.
Wet demands erupt between my legs as Jesse’s mouth switches to my other breast, his hands squeezing at the aching fullness as he drives his hips forward, pressing me into a ball as he enters me halfway in one thick thrust.
It’s so hot, milk sprays from my exposed nipple in little white glistening arcs.
I move against his forward pressure, wanting more, more, all of him. Those thick veins throb in my opening as the heavenly sensation of being filled by my Daddy takes me in waves of lust and wonder.
“Good girl. You’ve learned to take Daddy like a champ. Sweet and dirty. My private little cockslut. That’s what you are for me, right, baby?”
Harsh fingers squeeze each breast as he sticks out his tongue, milk spraying over the hard angles of his face as his cock slides in and out, finding my limits then retreating before driving forward again and again.
My sopping wetness makes obscene noises as Jesse’s mouth returns to suckle, harder, harder. He pulls and draws and fucks, jarring my insides and blanking my mind.
It’s a privilege to have him like this. So full of me, so pleasured and fulfilled by what my body offers. We are joined in ways I didn’t understand two people could be.
“Daddy makes it feel so good,” I mutter in celebratory honesty as his hips churn in deeper, longer strokes, matching the long suckling of his hot mouth.
We fit together like that for long, pleasure-filled minutes, until the urges take over, and I beg for what I know only he can give me.
“Put it inside me. All of that cream, Daddy. I want to feel special.”
His eyes glide upward, darkness taking them at my words, and he curses around my flesh until he finally releases my breast, covering me, bringing his forehead to the top of my head and stuffing every inch of his thickness into my welcoming body.
“You are special. You're the only special girl that will ever know Daddy’s cock. And it’s the only cock my special girl will ever know, isn’t that right?”
I nod, mouth wide, begging him to move, move, move, as he rakes his teeth down my neck to the nape.
His hips move faster, harder, frantic and desperate.
“I put all that cream inside you and made you my special girl. Made you round with me, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I huff between thrusts as that tension starts to gather behind my belly button. “I’m always here to be special for you. Only you. Always you.”
The tremors start in my core, bolting outward, up and down and around and around, turning things inside me outward, wrong into right and light into dark.
“Daddy!”
His breathing is ragged, his pace wild as he chases down the pleasure that’s tearing me apart.
“That’s right, I’m your fucking Daddy. My tight, wet little girl. I have to fight off every motherfucker that looks your way. They see how special you are. They all want what’s mine. But no one will ever touch my girl but me.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“You’re a good girl. You fuck like I trained you, just for me. You take my cock like you’ve been waiting for it your whole life. And you have, haven’t you, baby? Waited for this cock your whole life?”
It’s true, and I nod into the next wave of orgasm as he follows me over the precipice. The delicate muscles of my insides do that magical dance as I squeeze around him, wanting to give him everything he wants or needs. An explosion of warmth fills me, giving me a dark satisfaction, knowing that I offer this man all of me, and it makes him come undone every time.
What a gift.
The orgasms rock us together until we are panting and spent. Jesse’s hand is on the top of my head when we come down, his head resting on mine, my breasts clenched in each of his hands.
I love his manly, incoherent sounds after he comes.
He’s so much more than I thought I could have, but everything I wanted.
He’s the only man I ever loved.
He gives me the permission to be me, but the boundaries to stay safe. Delicate, invisible chains that I never want to be unshackled from. I keep them, always, around my heart.
“I love you, baby. Always.”
“I love you too, Daddy. Always.” I wriggle and writhe, and then something happens. “Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?” He pushes up, his cock slipping out of me as I swallow and admire the hunk of man that makes me so happy.
“I gotta pee. Bad.”
He chuckles, sweeping me against him, breaking into a slow jog toward the nearest bathroom as I choke back the giggles that only threaten to have me peeing before we reach our destination.
I still wear black sometimes, but my closet is now filled with a mixture of the things that remind me of who I am to him, but also that remind me, I can be whoever I want as long as he’s standing behind me. Ever watchful.
Always loving.
“Daddy?” I ask, as he lowers me to the floor.
“Yes, baby?”
I grin, and kiss him, and whisper the words I’ll never stop saying for the rest of my life. “Thank you, Daddy.”