Rafael
All this fucking time, she thought I cheated on her. Just another reason for her to run, among the many others. A part of me wants to hate her for the pain she caused, but the other wants to love her and lavish her in my obsession.
“I’m so sorry, Rafael.” And I believe her, I believe my little doll when she tells me she’s sorry; I see it written as clear as day on her pretty little face.
I kneel on the bed and cup her face in the palms of my hands, using my thumbs to swipe away her tears. “I’m sorry you thought those things, Ellie.” It guts me she thinks I cheated, that I was capable of that when I hold everything I’ve ever wanted in the palms of my hands. Her eyes glimmer, the innocence in them obvious. She’s young and ran, made a dumb mistake that cost us both severely. But I know deep down she’s sorry and that she’s mine. “I only ever wanted you.” My voice is a whisper. Then I lick my lips. “Know your fucking worth, Ellie.” Her eyes flare, and she jolts as I stare at her. “Know your worth, because I know it.” A whimper leaves her lips. “I know you’re strong, independent, caring, and honest and, above all, I know you love with everything you have.” I swipe her tears away again. “Be the woman you were destined to be. Be my everything.” She nods, and I take a moment before I tell her my plan, the plan all along. “I want you to adopt him, Ellie. I want you to be Oliver’s mom. He wants that too.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, her lip wobbles, and I crash my lips against hers, sending her falling back onto the mattress. Our kiss is rugged, sloppy, and desperate. Pulling back, I stare at her swollen lips. “Say yes, Little Doll.”
She licks her lips. “Yes, Raf.”
My eyes widen at the nickname. It’s something nobody has ever attempted before now, but I need to hear it again. “Say it again.” I grind my cock against her pussy.
She rolls her lip between her teeth painfully slowly before she complies. “Yes, Raf. I want to be Oliver’s mommy too.”
I hold her head in place while I deliver another kiss to her lips before peppering them over her jaw, down the column of her throat, and over her chest. Her heart hammers beneath my touch, and I salivate, thinking about tasting her tits.
“Show me your body, Little Doll. Show Daddy what he created.” I sit back on my heels, allowing her to sit up and remove her top. Her tits bounce now, no longer tiny. They hold weight to them, milk for our son.
Milk for me.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I stand to push down my boxers and kick them to the side before climbing back on the bed. “Slip your plug out.” She opens her legs slightly, but I’m unable to see. “Open them up, let Daddy see.” I stroke my cock at the delicious sight of her removing the plug that keeps my cum inside her. “Lick it clean, Little Doll.” My eyes flare as she sucks the pink plug into her mouth, and the way her lips stretch over it has pre-cum dripping from my tip.
“Daddy’s dirty little doll.” I grin as I position my cock at her entrance. She bands her arms around my shoulders, pulling me toward her, and I allow it as I slide inside my little doll with ecstasy.