Epilogue
Marty
“Shit. You’re squeezing me so fucking tight,” Griffin grunted, his words hoarse against the shell of my ear.
“Daddy,” I moaned, working my hips as much as I could, so far gone into the moment I didn’t even hear the water splashing around us probably sloshing over the tub and onto the tiled floor.
“You feel so good.”
“Shit. Daddy,” I whined. “Please.”
“Please what, spitfire? Please get you off? Please breed you?” he gritted through his teeth as he powered through fucking me harder. Rougher. My tits bounced, and water and bubbles splashed around us.
Griffin was in a mood. I loved when this dark, domineering side of his popped up in bed, but fuck, in a bath? It was even hotter.
“Get up,” he ordered, gently tapping the side of my thigh. “Get up and ride my face.”
“But I want your dick, Daddy,” I whined, squeezing my muscles together, making my little hole as tight as I could for him.
“Shit! How am I ever going to get you to listen, little girl, when I’m incapable of saying no to you?”
“Shit. Oh!” I was so close to the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm I could almost taste it. By the way he was holding back, not giving me all of himself, I had a feeling he knew it, too.
“You stay on my dick, it’s going to take longer to come. Not going to let you come for a while, spitfire.”
“But, Daddy, I love coming on your dick.”
“Be a good girl and—“
“No,” I argued, impatience and need getting the best of me. I got up from the bath and immediately turned to face him, dropping to straddle him.
“Fuck!” we both cursed at the same time.
Our mouths crashed and lips fought for domination I was more than happy to hand it over to him as I rode my man to oblivion.
“Griffin…” I panted against his mouth. “Daddy.” I was so close, I was right there.
“Come. Come for me, my pretty, little brat.” His hips rose to meet mine every time I dropped down on him. Powerful. Hard. Incredible. The way his dick still stretched me created that bite of pain that only heightened the pleasure.
“I’m, I’m, I’m—“ Black spots started to appear in my vision.
In that moment, he jackhammered into me, and when he thrust one more time, I came.
Hard and long. Warmth flooded my body as he filled me.
Bred me. It was so fucking beautiful, so fucking incredible, I felt like my soul left my body only to tangle with his for a moment before slowly floating back down.
“Fuck, baby,” Daddy groaned happily. “Shit.” He gasped, trying to catch his breath as his hands stroked the top of my head. “You okay?” He pulled me back to get a better look at me. “I didn’t take you too hard?” The concern in his voice was clear as I shook my head.
“Perfect.”
“Yeah, you are.” He smiled softly. “You look so fucking good in this tub,” he praised, and like usual, I felt like his words made me glow from the inside out.
Not only was this biker daddy mine now, he was also my husband.
We’d gotten hitched down at the club after a fight night where a judge had done a small private ceremony for us.
We’d been happy. Life had been good. I’d gone back to school to get my cosmetology degree and was working at a salon the Steel Sinners owned just off the Strip.
“Mmm.” I smiled and rested my head back down on his inked chest “You don’t look half bad yourself, Daddy.
” He was a sexy-as-sin bad boy. The thing people didn’t know was that my bad boy biker daddy had a heart of gold he reserved just for me.
The man treated me like a queen, and in return, I treated him like my king.
“Mmm, Daddy, huh?” Griff’s voice deepened. “You think we got it this time?” he asked quietly, and the smile on my face grew.
It was crazy.
We had been together for two years to the day, married for eighteen months, and here we were, on the second month of trying to create a family.
I still couldn’t believe my life. After we got together, everything changed.
Sure, there had been dips in our blissful life, but like we reminded one another, the hard times only made us appreciate the good ones that much more.
“If not, we can always try again,” I whispered, pressing my lips to the M tatted over his heart for me. I could feel him preening with sheer male satisfaction.
“We can try again in a couple of minutes.” That had my head popping up to look at him.
“Minutes, huh? You think you can recover that quickly, old man?”
“Baby, for you, I think daddy could stay hard and give you three loads.”
“Hmm,” I pretended to think about this before I forced myself to get up and carefully stand to get out of the tub.
My legs were still a little wobbly from the orgasm he’d just given me, but I was steady enough.
He simply looked up at me from where he still lay in the bubble bath.
“Show me,” I challenged, and I loved to watch that smile grow on his handsome face before he got up and chased me into the bedroom.
He might have only got two more in me before needing a break, but I was pretty sure it was the first that knocked me up.