Chapter 6
The next morning I woke up with Amelia wrapped around me like she never wanted to let go. She had slept pressed tight against my body all night, one leg thrown over mine, her face tucked into my neck. When I stirred, she made a soft, needy sound and clung even harder.
“Daddy…” she whispered, voice still sleepy and sweet. “Don’t get up yet. I need you close.”
Her hand slid down my chest and wrapped around my morning-hard cock, stroking me slowly. She was already wet — I could feel it against my thigh. The clinginess was new and addictive; she seemed almost desperate to stay connected, like she needed constant reassurance that this was real.
I rolled us onto our sides, face to face, and hooked her top leg over my hip. She looked into my eyes with pure devotion as I guided myself back into her slick, cum-filled pussy. We both sighed at the feeling of coming home.
I fucked her slow and deep like that — our bodies pressed together, foreheads touching, breathing each other in.
No pounding, just intimate, grinding strokes that let me stay buried inside her.
My hand roamed her body — squeezing her ass, cupping one heavy tit, stroking her belly like I could already feel it starting to swell.
“You’re so clingy this morning, baby,” I murmured against her lips, thrusting lazily. “You like waking up full of Daddy’s cum?”
She nodded, eyes glassy, arms wrapped tight around my neck. “I love it. I don’t want to be away from you even for a second. I want you inside me all the time.”
We stayed locked in that position for a long time — face to face, breathing together, kissing softly between moans.
I told her how perfect she was, how I couldn’t wait for her tits to fill with milk and her belly to round out with my child.
She whimpered and clung tighter every time I mentioned breeding her.
When I finally came, I held her close and pumped everything I had deep into her womb while she trembled through her own orgasm, whispering “thank you, Daddy” against my mouth.
We stayed like that afterward, still joined, her leg draped over me and her face buried in my neck. Amelia kept pressing little kisses to my skin, arms and legs wrapped around me like she was trying to merge with me completely.
Down the hall, I heard Katherine’s door open and close. She was probably getting ready to face another day of watching her daughter live the life she couldn’t give me.
We stayed locked together face-to-face for a long while, her leg still hooked over my hip, my cock softening inside her. Amelia kept nuzzling into my neck, pressing soft kisses to my skin and whispering how safe and full she felt.
But I wasn’t done with her yet.
I kissed her deeply, then gently rolled her onto her stomach.
She let out a soft, surprised sound but immediately arched her back, lifting her ass for me like the good girl she was becoming.
The sight of her like that — face down, ass up, my cum slowly leaking from her pussy — made my spent cock twitch with renewed interest.
I knelt behind her and ran my hands over the perfect round globes of her ass, squeezing and spreading them. “This ass is going to look so good when you’re pregnant,” I murmured, voice low and hungry. “Softer. Fuller. Made for me to grab while I breed you from behind.”
I spent a long time worshipping it — massaging the firm flesh, spreading her cheeks wide so I could see her dripping pussy and tight little hole.
I leaned down and licked a slow stripe from her clit all the way up, tasting the mess I’d left inside her.
Amelia moaned into the pillow and pushed back against my face.
I slapped one cheek lightly, then the other, watching them jiggle. My fingers teased her asshole, circling the tight ring while I pushed two fingers into her cum-soaked pussy. She whimpered and clenched around me, clearly loving the attention.
“You like when I play with your ass, baby?” I asked, pressing the tip of one finger just inside her tight hole while I fingered her pussy.
“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned, voice muffled by the pillow. “I want you to have every part of me.”
I kept playing with her like that for a while — fingering both holes, spanking her lightly, spreading her open so I could admire what was mine. Eventually I got hard again and slid back into her pussy from behind, fucking her slow and deep while my thumb stayed pressed against her asshole.
When I came the third time that morning, I stayed buried deep, grinding against her as I filled her once more. Amelia trembled beneath me, another orgasm rolling through her as she clutched the sheets.
I finally collapsed beside her and pulled her back against my chest, one hand possessively cupping her ass.
“Mine,” I whispered against her ear.
“Yours,” she breathed back, already sounding half-asleep and perfectly content.