Lily
Two Months Later
It’s raining.
Not the kind that lashes and screams, but the soft kind. The kind that makes the whole world feel like a lullaby.
I’m curled up in his lap, wrapped in his hoodie, watching the drops slide down the window.
His hand rests over my belly. Sticky between my legs from when he had me on all fours just an hour ago. I’m showing now.
Just a little.
Enough that his touch lingers there more often than not. School’s over, I graduated early. Top of my class thanks to Daddy.
He’s quiet. But I know that silence.
"How many times do you look at me like that in a day?" I whisper.
His thumb circles my belly.
"Every damn time I blink."
I turn in his arms, and his eyes are molten.
"You did this to me, Daddy."
"Damn right I did. And I’m not done."
I laugh, but the sound turns into a sigh when he kisses me. It’s not the greedy kind.
It’s the forever kind.
He pulls back just enough to speak against my lips.
"I still remember the first time I taught you how good Daddy’s mouth could feel on your special spot."
His hand strokes down my back.
"Now look at you. Full of my baby. Wearing my ring. Still calling me Daddy like it’s your favorite word."
"It is."
He smiles then his eyes flick to the envelope beside us.
The one from the courthouse. He grabs it and opens it.
Inside: two pieces of paper. One with my new last name. One confirming the marriage license we finalized last week.
I watch his throat work as he reads it. Like he’s done a hundred times since we got married. When he looks at me, there’s something almost broken in his expression.
"You’re really mine."
"Wasn’t I always?"
He lifts me in one movement, throwing me down on the couch, stripping off his shirt, lowering his massive frame half-covering my body with his.
He kisses the curve of my stomach, licking down my chest.
"Let me show our baby what devotion looks like."
I open for him. My nails dig into the rigid planes of his shoulders, muscles jumping under my grip as I haul him down onto me.
“Push it inside me,” I gasp against his throat, my fingers clawing up the ridges of his back like a woman possessed. “I want to make you feel good.” His roar shakes the room. His cock is a white-hot brand between us, thick and throbbing like it always is.
My blood flares when he rips open his jeans with one brutal hand, freeing that monstrous length to spear between my wet folds.
And then he’s moving—hips pistoning. “Can’t wait another second,” he growls, the head of him stretches my entrance.
“Now, please,” I whine, twisting beneath him until he growls low in his throat.
I love that sound. His fingers claw into my hips as he plunges inside, driving the air from my lungs, stealing every coherent thought with one brutal thrust.
“Look at you…” His voice cracks. “So tight it’ll break me.”
The feral look in his eyes says everything. He grinds harder, fingers twisting my nipple raw until I’m clawing at him like prey.
“These little tits are going to grow with your belly and I’ll suck on them until the milk spurts out,” he snaps, yanking my leg over his shoulder to drive deeper still. “Are you going to come inside me again Daddy?”
“Always baby. After I spurt inside you, I’ll let you clean me up with your mouth, then I’ll give you a hot load down your throat. How does that sound?”
I moan in answer. “So good.”
When the peak hits us both, his cock pulses inside me and his roar tears the air—I drown in it all.
His come floods me in thick waves while he buries his face at my neck, growling promises of our future.
“I was always yours,” I whisper against his sweat-drenched temple, clinging as we sink into the aftermath.
“I know,” he says his voice raw as he pulls out slowly.
“I’m going to eat my cum from your pussy only because you’re already growing my baby inside you so you don’t have to hold it in anymore.
” A furnace ignites between my thighs the moment he shifts to his knees, lowering himself, his hands sliding up my legs.
I’ve counted every night since we both gave in in his office. He makes me feel greedy for craving more.
“Yes,” I pant, bracing on trembling palms. His curse vibrates against my skin as he buries his face, the daylight coming through the windows of our home.
One swipe and I’m unraveling. He’s relentless as always, licking and sucking.
“Spread wide for Daddy.” I comply, knees trembling wider, splayed open.
The pressure builds faster than it should—my back arches as he nips my clit, a deliberate scrape that makes my vision blur.
Before I can speak, I’m a gasp trapped in my throat as he drags his palm up my thigh to the apex of my heat, pressing down with deliberate pressure.
By the time he’s finished, I’m crying.
He kisses my tears.
Whispers, "Daddy’s right here, baby. Always."
And I believe him.