Chapter 22 #2
With a rough curse, I ripped my cock from her lips, releasing her head to catch the wet length in my fist. I jerked it hard with my fist. I was so close, but when her jaw fell open and her tongue rolled out the welcome mat for my cum, I lost it.
I came with a deep groan and sprayed my release on her throat and chest. Purposely—miraculously—avoiding her mouth.
For a long minute, all I did was watch the milky-white ropes of cum streak her neck and the top of her chest and savor the perfect sight.
And then I caught the slight shiver that went through her with the cool breeze.
I wasn’t even sure she noticed. The rest of her flushed and panting from a different source of heat, but I wouldn’t risk it.
I let my cock go, the rest of my release dripping to fertilize the grass, and slowly lowered my arm, bringing Daisy’s down with it.
Her hazy eyes drifted up to mine. “I thought…”
I cupped both my hands over hers and crouched down so my gaze was level with hers. Pressing her fingers to my lips, I murmured, “The first time I come inside you, Daze, you better believe it’s going to be in that pussy I’ve been dreaming about for four goddamn years.”
Her breath hiccuped into her lungs, and then, almost comically, she looked down at herself to see where my mess had landed before dragging her gaze up to me.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” I kissed her knuckles. “And you, little wife.”
I wondered how long I’d have to call her that for her not to tremble. I hoped forever.
And then I released her hands, moved to the side, and scooped her up off her knees, her squeal echoing out over the ocean.
“Max!” she cried out adorably, clutching her stomach. “You can’t—”
“Can’t what? Carry you?” I chuckled as I did just that. Even pregnant, she weighed what I would consider nothing compared to the weight of wanting her and having to hide it that I’d carried for years.
“What are you doing?” she murmured, burying her head in my chest.
I brought us to the house, not caring that my semi-hard dick bobbed in front of me with each step. No sense in putting myself away when I was far from finished.
Sliding the door open with my foot, I used my elbow to shut it, finding Daisy’s eyes once we were inside in the light.
“Carrying my bride over the threshold and up to the bath so I can clean her. Thoroughly.”
“Wow.”
I turned to see Daisy coming into the bathroom. I’d deposited her on the bed to relax while I went to draw her a bath. That clearly hadn’t lasted for long.
She stood just inside the door, staring at herself in the large vanity mirror. Messed hair. Swollen lips. Cum-streaked skin.
Fuck, she was a dream. My dream.
And tonight, she’d finally be mine.
I dipped my hands in the bathwater, confirming the temperature was perfect.
Hot but not too hot. Another minute and the tub would be full and ready for her.
I’d never been more grateful for the fast-fill feature I’d paid extra to install.
There was nothing more annoying than the time it took to fill the soaking tub.
By the time it was full enough to get in, I no longer felt like taking a bath.
The fast-fill fixed all that.
I turned off the faucet and caught Daisy’s gaze in the mirror. “Is it ready?”
My chin lowered slowly, the hum of desire buzzing stronger in my blood.
“Take your clothes off.”
My semi swelled at the wide-eyed stare she gave me. Like I’d just put dessert in front of her when it hadn’t been on the menu. She reached for the hem of her dress but then stopped.
“Max.” She chewed on her bottom lip, and I didn’t like the expression that came to her face. I didn’t like how she held her stomach as it happened.
“You know how I was thinking of you last night?” I said with a low growl.
Swallowing, she shook her head. “Tell me.”
“It wasn’t you not pregnant,” I rumbled low and rose to my feet, determined to cut off this shadow of self-consciousness once and for all. “I imagined you in that black lace lingerie I saw on the bed the day I brought you to the apartment.”
Her mouth rounded, and if I hadn’t just fucked those perfect lips, they would’ve been the first hole on my list.
“I imagined your full tits spilling out of the top and filling my palms. Your stomach straining against the lace.” My teeth ground together, drawing up the fantasy like it was carved in stone.
“I imagined you riding my cock like some fertility goddess, needing me to fill you up with cum. To keep you pregnant. To keep you full of softness and curves and sex appeal.”
I knew about my soft Dom kink, but the breeding one was new. No, maybe not new. Just unique. A kink gene only expressed around her.
“Now take off your clothes.”
This time, my command was met with no hesitation. She drew her loose dress up over her head and let it fall to the floor.
Fuck. A hoarse groan cracked from my throat, watching my fantasy become reality.
Her breasts strained against her thin lace bralette, her nipples hard and big and begging to be sucked. Shit. My fists balled, and I widened my stance, regretting my decision to put my cock away while she was in the bedroom because now, it was fucking painfully hard and trapped against my jeans.
Next, she shimmied out of her leggings, kicking them to the side and leaving her only in her matching bra and thong.
“Perfect,” I praised low, and if there was the smallest shadow of self-consciousness left, I erased it with the flick of my wrist that popped my jeans open again to relieve the pressure on my cock.
“See what you do to me, gorgeous?” Her jaw slackened as I palmed myself until the pain lessened. “Take off the rest.”
Now, she moved with nothing short of eagerness, unclipping her bra and letting it fall to the floor.
“Fuck, Daze…” I breathed out hoarsely, watching her blush spread lower on her chest, toward her nipples that tightened under my gaze.
I definitely wasn’t trying to hide the way I wanted her, but now, I couldn’t stop myself from stroking my cock through my jeans.
She was a goddess, the way her skin glowed.
The sight of her could bring me to my knees.
“Don’t stop.”
She hooked her fingers around her thong and drew the scrap of fabric down her legs just far enough to let it fall to the floor. She straightened, her arms wrapped over her stomach, and my heart stopped.
“So beautiful,” I murmured and watched how the compliment made her blush deepen and her thighs clamp together.
“Don’t do that,” I growled, and her eyebrows popped up. “I want to see how wet you are for me.” I pinned my stare to her pussy. “Spread yourself for me.”
A tremor ran through her, but her eyes remained locked on my face, sparkling with lust. She reached between her thighs, sliding her feet wider, and then spread herself open to my stare.
I clenched my teeth so hard, I was surprised something didn’t crack, and then adjusted myself for the millionth time. To see her like this—or kneeling in the grass or spread open on my bathroom counter—was pure torture, but to know she wanted to be tortured too was nothing short of heaven.
“You’re so fucking wet and perfect,” I told her, knowing she couldn’t see herself, and for some reason, that made it even hotter to tell her. “Feel how soaked you are for me.” My chin jerked, and without hesitation, she slid a finger through her pussy. “So needy for your husband’s cock.”
“Max,” my name trembled from her lips, and I watched her knees quake.
“That’s it. Stroke that clit.”
She was so swollen, it didn’t take more than one swipe of her fingers to send her into a shudder, her eyes rolling back in her head.
“Stop,” I clipped.
She stilled and whimpered, “But—”
“Not yet, my little wife. Tonight, you only come to my touch,” I promised, my body on fire with just how turned on she was from sucking my cock. “Now, get in the tub.” I stepped aside, offering her my arm to hold on to as she climbed into the steaming water.
“This is…amazing,” she hummed, sinking deep into the heat, her head falling back along the edge.
I moved to crouch behind her, taking the washcloth I’d draped over the edge in my hand and murmured, “Just wait.”
She inhaled sharply, trying to turn to look at me.
“Let me,” I said softly, extending my arm over her shoulder so she had nowhere to turn.
I dipped the washcloth in the water and then grabbed the bottle of body wash I’d set next to the tub, squirting a good amount onto it. Reaching my arms around her, I sudsed it where she could see.
“Let’s clean you up.”
Starting with her neck, I gently washed the slender column and then over her collarbones, teasing lower. And lower.
“Max.” She shuddered and tipped her head back against my shoulder, giving me a full view of her straining tits just under the surface.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
Daisy gasped as I closed one hand over her breast.
“Perfect.” I reveled in the feel of her.
The soft, heavy weight as it spilled from my fingers, the tight bud of her nipple pressing into my palm.
Latching my teeth to the side of her neck, I nipped and licked the patch of skin as my fingers teased her breast in tandem.
Pinching and rolling, pulling and flicking.
It didn’t take minutes before she was arching into me, begging for more.
“Please, Max.”
I’ve dreamed of hearing her beg for me, and I don’t think I’ll ever stop.
I gave her breast another squeeze and rolled the tight peak under my thumb once more, hearing the water groan as she arched into me. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she moaned, and so I did it again, her body arching more sharply.
“So sensitive,” I muttered, shoving the knowledge—and a different fantasy—to the back of my mind to play out another day. Right now, I wasn’t going to survive much longer if I didn’t get inside her. “Bend your knees.”
Water sloshed as she moved, her knees rising above the water. Slowly, I slid the washcloth up her thigh and then draped it over her knee.
“Good, now keep them spread to the side of the tub,” I muttered, moving my head to the corner of her neck and her ear.
Sinking my free hand back into the water, I trailed along her stomach, following the darker line that ran down the center of her swollen belly all the way down to the juncture of her thighs.
I groaned roughly when I found her soft heat.
“There’s that needy cunt. So puffy and ready for me.” I stroked over her clit, and her arms shot off the sides of the tub and latched around mine like they were a life raft.
“Max!” she cried out.
“Relax, baby,” I husked, teasing the swollen bud before dipping into her entrance, sinking into her muscles with a rough groan. “Fuck, you’re tight, Daze.”
I pushed one finger inside her, her muscles revolting. Damn. She was going to need at least one orgasm, if not two, before I even had a shot at fitting my cock in here.
“Max…” My name hitched a ride on every sigh and moan that left her mouth, and I was addicted to the sound of it. Addicted to the feel of her. Addicted to her.
“You feel so good, Daisy,” I praised, slowly pumping my finger into her as my thumb brushed a merciless rhythm over her clit. “Better than all my dreams. So much better.”
She whimpered and clenched around me.
Gritting my teeth, I worked two fingers into her. “Need you to relax for me.”
She quivered, and I thumbed her clit faster.
“God, Max, that feels…” She dug her nails into my arms, her hips rising now to meet my hand.
“Tell me.”
Her head swayed. “I need more. Please.”
She felt fucking combustible. Shaking. Begging. Straining.
“I’m going to make you come, Daze,” I growled into her ear, my other hand starting to tease her nipple again. “And then I’m going to fill this tight cunt with my big cock.”
“Please,” she panted, gasping not for air but for release. “Please. Please.”
“Is that what you want?” I moved my fingers faster, feeling her clit swell against them. “You want to come for me?”
“Yes.” Water splashed over the side of the tub as her hips bucked into my hand.
I swirled her clit harder, feeling her fingers claw into my arm. “Show me how good you can come for me. Let me feel how good you’re going to come for me, my little wife.”
“Max!” She shattered—and sent a wave of water crashing onto the bathroom floor as her body bucked and bowed with release.
Black spots chewed at my vision as I pushed two and then three fingers through her clenching muscles, preparing them for what was coming.
“Perfect,” I murmured over and over as she came back down, her breath slowing, her trembling starting to still. “You are perfect.”
“Max, that was…” Slowly, her head turned, wide, glazed eyes sinking into mine. She was beautiful. She was mine.
“Just the beginning,” I rasped, attempting a playful smile, but my cock was too damn hard for anything about me to come off as playful right now.
Sliding my hand up her body, making sure I left no curve untouched, I cupped the side of her face.
“You don’t know what you do to me, Daisy…
what hearing you scream my name does to me. ”
“Max…” Her lashes fluttered, her eyes suddenly searching for anywhere to land that wasn’t on me.
“Daze.” I framed her chin in my fingers, forcing her head up and scouring her expression. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
Her lips peeled apart, and a deeper color stole over her cheeks.
“There’s something I have to tell you.”