Chapter 14
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
CONRAD
Who knew I had so many tears inside me? I nearly choke on them and the love pouring off Mirabeth in waves, filling the emptiness that had been steadily carved out of my chest. It’s a powerful force to be reckoned with, and I grapple with my emotions as they, too, spill out of me.
“My princess,” I cry, yanking her right knee higher up my ribs to drive deeper inside her with my next thrust, her pussy more swollen than the last time I remember. “My princess forever.”
“Yes,” she says, breathing heavily against my lips, kissing me between each harsh exhale as our pleasure intensifies. “I hope our baby has streaks of red in their hair like you, Daddy.”
“Fuck.” I flex every muscle in my body, digging my fingers into her thigh and shoulder, trying not to cum already. “I think I like that more than ‘your highness’.”
“Yeah?”
“Almost as much as the idea of cumming deep inside you.” My dick swells as I increase my speed, stunned, as I am each time, that she’s so perfectly able to take all of me.
Mirabeth yanks my hair, arching her neck. “Only for the next nine months.”
A deep growl rumbles out of my chest, and I pinch her chin, stealing a kiss.
“You already know I won’t be able to stop.
” With a twinge of guilt, I confess, “I came a little inside you that first night before I could pull out, and when you passed out, I pushed it deeper with my fingers.” While that hadn’t been my intention, it became so each time we had sex afterward.
Mirabeth clutches my face, her eyes rounded. “Not cool…but so hot.”
My brows shoot up with surprise. “Damn right, it was. I did it at the party too.”
“I know. I didn’t want you to stop. That’s why I had to get on birth control.”
I let loose another growl. “That’s the second thing—no more birth control.”
“Until—”
“No. Never.”
“So bossy,” she says, locking her ankles around my back. “I love it when you act like you’re in charge.”
I laugh so hard that my stomach spasms, and I’m wholly unable to hold back my orgasm, forcing myself deeper, my spine bowing with pleasure that I no longer have to pull out to finish cumming on her skin. “Take it, princess. Take it all.”
Instead of luxuriating in the bliss of my orgasm, I tug her ankles until she unlocks them, then pull out and shimmy down the bed. I quickly plug her pussy with two fingers while I go to town on her clit with my tongue.
“Conrad,” she moans, her voice pitching higher as she threads her fingers in my hair, shoving my head down, her hips writhing.
“Cum for me, princess.”
The power of controlling when she orgasms is intoxicating. My softening dick springs back to life when, to my ire, her pulsating pussy pushes my cum out past my fingers. She may already be pregnant, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it all stuffed inside her for as long as possible.
I rub what has dripped down her thighs into her skin, then tell her, “Get on your knees.”
She’s quick to do as she’s told, laboring to catch her breath. She even lifts her hips as soon as I grab our pillows. She knows where this is going. I shove the pillows beneath her, propping her ass in the air, then sit up and shuffle forward on my knees, pushing inside her in one hard thrust.
Mirabeth squeals, bucking her hips, and I grip them to keep her steady. “I know you’re sore already, so I’ll make it fast.”
“Wait!” She sits up, squeezing my dick painfully tight, wrenching it to the side when she pats around the breakfast bar until she finds the remote.
I look over my shoulder when she turns on the TV and brings up the same recording we heard that first night. She skips to the first of several bookmarks she must have added afterward, then tosses the remote aside, dropping her shoulders to the mattress.
“You forgot to turn the volume up,” I tell her, reaching for the remote. I’ve never had sex while listening to someone else having sex, but I’m up for trying just about anything my hot, pregnant wife wants.
“No, I didn’t, Daddy,” she says, turning her head so I can see her face while she bites her bottom lip. “Just giving you a hint.”
I had downloaded the streaming app and listened to this recording often enough on my lunch breaks at work, going back to the scene that had made Mirabeth shoot up in bed that first night and scramble for the remote.
“You’re mine, princess,” I say instead of quoting the scene verbatim, putting my own touch on it.
“My wife. Mine to love and mine to fill.” I brace my hands beside her shoulders and growl low in her ear, “And I’m going to breed you over and over and over again.
We’re going to have to order more onesies for all the babies you’re going to give us.
Enough to fill out our own baseball team. ”
Her pussy is a vise around my cock, sucking me deeper. “Not, like, a whole team, right?”
I chuckle and kiss her shoulder. “You’re going to be a good girl and do what I say, when I say, and give me what I want, because it’s what you want too.”
She moans out, “Yes, Daddy.”
I’m so scared of cumming first again that I shove a hand under her hips and find her clit, massaging it with heavy pressure until she’s screaming out her second orgasm, forcing mine out of me.
“You’ll always be mine,” I whisper for what may be the thousandth time in the hour I’ve kept her propped up on the pillows with my cock plugging my cum inside her while she dozes in and out.
And the only reason I can bring myself to pull out and wake her is that I need to feed her and my baby—the first of many—before we head to the baseball field.
The only consolation, when I frown at my cum starting to drip down her thighs, is that she tells me, “I want to try sleeping with it inside me for real.”
“My cum or my dick?” The dick in question swings like a heavy bat between my thighs, already hot and ready for a third round to make up for lost time.
“Both,” she says with a yawn, wincing and crossing her legs, though, when I help her up out of bed. “Um, actually, maybe we should wait until tomorrow night.”
“Sure,” I say, though I know what she really wants, given all her bookmarks. All I have to do is wait until she’s asleep. “Tomorrow,” I agree out loud, following her into the restroom to get cleaned up, my growing smirk unfortunately giving me away.
Mirabeth doesn’t call me out on the fib, but she does roll her eyes.
What a good girl.