Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Connor couldn’t take his eyes off the pretty plug twinkling in the bathroom lights as Bliss shifted back and forth. His cock was so damn hard it might explode. Again, who was punishing whom?
Unable to stop himself, he grabbed her ass, pressing the red-jewel base of the plug nestled in her bottom.
Not too hard. Just enough to put pressure on all the right places.
The way her thighs tightened, and her fingers clawed at the counter, was proof enough, but the throaty moan of desperation was icing on the cake.
One day, he’d sink his cock balls-deep in that ass, but it would take time to get her ready for that. He would never do anything to make her lose the love it was obvious she had for ass play. Could his babygirl be any more perfect for him?
His smile appeared devious in the mirror, even to him. Let’s see if he could stir up trouble.
“Ah, baby, your pussy is weeping your sweet juices.” He traced his fingers lightly from her shoulder to her hip, pebbling her skin as he went. “Is there anything Daddy can do to help?”
Hmm, the sound his question evoked that time was more of a groan. He knew how much she needed him. He could see her need. He could smell it. All that was left was taste.
Dropping to his knees, he drew his tongue up her slit from clit to core, gathering her sweet cream as he went.
She had the sweetest pussy he could imagine.
He kept the pressure light and teasing, alternately pushing and tugging the plug.
She tried to back into him to gain more pressure.
He paused long enough to land two sharp smacks directly on top of the plug.
She screamed, and he thought for a minute he’d pushed her over the edge into climax. He spread apart her labia, denying her the ability to clench her muscles. Poor babygirl.
“You’ll come when and if I say you can, and not one second before, naughty girl.”
He’d never thought of himself as a sadist, but her guttural scream of frustration went straight to his already painfully hard dick.
After a few more swipes of his tongue, just to prove his point, he stood.
Gripping her hair at the crown, he lifted her face and kissed her, coating her face with her juices.
“See how wet you are, sweet girl? Daddy wants to watch your sweet juices glisten on your face while he fucks you. Are you ready for Daddy to shove his cock deep inside you?”
Desire had deepened her eyes to a blue so deep they were almost black. Through clenched teeth, she growled, “Yes… yes, Daddy.”
Time for the lesson to begin.
Standing, he lined up the tip of his shaft with her opening, making tiny movements in and out before plunging balls deep into her wet channel, where he remained planted.
He took several deep breaths to stave off his own climax. This was going to be hard on both of them, but this lesson was too important to mess up by coming the second her heat enveloped him.
Gritting his teeth, he stayed completely still. “Here’s how this is going to go, Trouble. I’m going to shove my cock deep inside you and stay there until you tell me something you like about yourself.” His voice sounded like he’d just swallowed cut glass.
Her brows almost disappeared into her hair. If he hadn’t already used every functioning brain cell he had in the effort not to come, he’d have laughed.
“What? Nooooo.”
The panic in her voice wasn’t as amusing. Did she really fear she couldn’t think of things to say? He might have to make this a weekly exercise.
“Yes,” he ground out. “Every time you name something, I’ll move. The faster you name things, the faster I’ll go. If you want to come, you’re going to have to earn it.”
“That’s not fair. You are so mean.”
“You must not need to come if you can waste time calling Daddy names. Now name something you like.”
“I, um, I like my hair.” The relief that swept her face was adorable.
He was a man of his word, so he pulled almost all the way out and plunged in again. And waited.
“Daddy!” she squeaked. “Please, I’ll make a whole list at the table. I need you to move!”
He was almost ready to squeak himself. Fuck, this was hard. “You know what to do.”
“Argh! Okay, um, my eyes! I like my eyes.”
He fucked her again. Out. In. Pause.
“I love your eyes, babygirl. What else?”
“I… I… I make good babies.”
Out. In. Pause. “Again.”
“Please! Um, I’m a good teacher!”
Out. In. Pause. “Again.”
“I make a mean PB&J.”
Okay, that made him laugh. Out. In. Pause. “Again.”
“I care about people.”
Out. In. Pause.
“I can sing—well, in the shower.”
Out, in, pause.
“I’m honest.”
And they continued. Each time, she gave him something.
Soon, he had a rhythm going. The muscled walls of her pussy quivered. He started naming car parts and reciting baseball stats. Anything to keep himself from blowing his load and ruining everything.
He was waiting for one specific thing she should be proud of, but he wanted it to come from her. But she was teetering on the edge. He needed to take over and bring them both to release. One more thought. One more statement of her self-worth.
“I AM A GOOD MOTHER!” She screamed the words out, tears streaming down her face.
And there it was. Fucking finally.
Grabbing her hips, he drove into her. Deep. Hard. Fast.
God, he hoped she was close because there was a limit to how long he could hold on.
Her body went rigid. She used the leverage of the counter to meet his thrusts as she screamed out his name. Her pussy squeezed his cock like a vise, and his control snapped.
He pounded into her without mercy, not that she was complaining. Within seconds he bellowed hers as he shuddered with his own consuming release. It sapped his strength, and he gripped the counter surrounding her with his entire body.
He kissed along her shoulder and neck, unable to get enough of her. “Babygirl, I’m so fucking proud of you. You are everything you named and more. How would you like Daddy to light a fire so we can roast marshmallows?”
After he’d removed the plug and cleaned them both up, they sat in front of the fireplace while he threaded marshmallows onto their sticks. It hit him what they’d just done. Once again, he made love to his girl ungloved.
“Babygirl, do you still have the contraceptive implant you had in Vegas?” He asked softly, his thumb brushing over her temple as she leaned back against him.
He loved these quiet moments, the world shrunk down to just the two of them, the crackle of the fire behind them, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest.
She nodded. “And this time, I haven’t been taking any medicine, so it should be working fine.”
He let out a low hum of relief, the tension in his shoulders finally loosening. That small nod meant so much more than words could convey. He’d sleep easier knowing Bliss was safe, that their future could be theirs without surprises looming over them.
That was good. He enjoyed every minute he spent with Sadie, Sophie, and Nori, but three babies under the age of one was a heaping handful. Four babies under two… He couldn’t even go there in his head.
He hadn’t known if he would be able to handle being in the house with three babies. Not because of them. They were the most beautiful, intelligent, happy babies he’d ever seen. He’d punch any man who said differently.
The thought made him grin despite the exhaustion gnawing at his bones. His life was chaotic, messy, loud, and yet perfect in ways he never could have imagined. It was a lot, but it was his kind of lot.
With her leaning back against him, he pictured this being his life, Bliss, and three amazing daughters. It didn’t scare him anymore. Someone somewhere was smiling down on him when they put Bliss in his life. Her name was perfect. She filled his life with Bliss.
And it wasn’t just her name. It was the way she fit into his arms like she had always belonged there. The way she softened the edges of his world and made the house feel alive. Everything about her, from her stubborn streak to her tender heart, was exactly what he needed.
Could that be his life?
Could he really be lucky enough to have a life filled with all this love, all this laughter, and all this madness? He let himself imagine it. Quiet mornings with Bliss. Every vision was brighter than the last.
Bliss finished her toasted marshmallow and snuggled close, putting her head in his lap. Her lids were almost closed, and her voice slurred. Yawning, she nodded. “That was amazing, Daddy. I love you.”
“Sleep now, Trouble. Tomorrow will be here before you know it.”
“I can’t fall asleep without Tipsy,” she said with a slur.
“Well, I’ll get her for you. Where is she?”
“Seagull’s gots her, Daddy. She swooped in a stole my Tipsy. And she din’t even used her today at the hearing. You can make her give my Tipsy back, Daddy?”
Oh, he’d get her Tipsy back all right. “Daddy will take care of it, babygirl. Now go too sleep.” But he was too late. She already had.
His hand stayed on her shoulder, stroking her hair, memorizing the feel of her in his arms. Her words, soft and sleep-laced, were a promise and a balm all at once. He wanted to trust those words, but he couldn’t.
As exhausted as she was, she couldn’t know what she was mumbling. But he prayed she meant them because he loved her, too. He’d never admitted it, even to himself, until now. Now, Bliss—and everyone who came with her—was his for the rest of his life.
Once they made it through tomorrow, the second day of the hearing.
But tonight, he would let himself just breathe her in. Just hold her close and let the quiet of the night fill the cracks of a day gone wrong. Tomorrow could wait. Tonight, it was just him and his babygirl, and that was enough.