Page 37 of Jealous Convict

“Yes. Daddy.”

He grunts like he’s in pain. “Fuck, baby. Fuck.” He swoops down and slams his mouth over mine. We kiss like we’re in battle, his tongue flicking desperately against mine. I bite his top lip and he nips my bottom lip.

I feel another gush of liquid heat between my legs, coating the crown of his steel length where it’s poised at my entrance.

“I’m sorry, kitten. Daddy might be a little rough. I need you so damn much. Forgive me, okay?” he begs.

“It’s okay. I need you too.”

Another pained, purely animal growl erupts from his lips.

Then he’s thrusting into me with a shout.

My scream sears my throat as he fills me to bursting, driving my body to that mind-bending pinnacle between pleasure and pain.

Just like in the prison, his intense stare devours my every reaction and I have a lot to give. I’m coming before the third thrust and I’m already dying for more.

“There’s my greedy little kitten. Did you miss Daddy’s cock?”

“So much!” My sobs are almost as loud as my screams and I’m aware my nails are digging into him with the desperation to hang on. But he doesn’t care so neither do I.

With the feverish way he’s invested in my pleasure, I could probably skin him alive and he’d shrug it off and keep fucking me.

“Show me, then. You’re not taking all of me yet, baby. Daddy’s got a few more inches for you,” he growls into my mouth, licking my tongue in between words. “Are you going to be a good little girl and take it?”

My head bobs frantically on the pillow even as alarm rips through me. But in the next moment, I remember who he is.

He’s the man who kept me safe from rapists, murderers and other vicious criminals at his own personal cost.

He’s the man who promised to return to me.

And though it’s taken far longer than I wanted and the kind of loneliness, fear and heartbreak I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy, I know he’ll take care of me now. “Yes, Monroe. Give it to me. Please.”

With a vicious snarl, he pulls and slams back in.

Stars explode and blur my vision. Pain crests then dissolves into pure, unrefined pleasure. He pistons inside me like a machine, his heavy balls slapping my ass.

“What a brave, good girl you are, taking all of me so well.”

His praise ramps up my pleasure and he hisses when I tighten around him.

“Ah, you love being Daddy’s good girl, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as bliss crashes over me. “It’s…you feel so good.”

“Not as good as you feel,” he grates, bottoming out inside me so hard, the tendons on his neck stand out. “I thought my imagination was good enough to remember how incredible you feel, but this…fuck, the real thing…baby, I’m your slave. You know that, don’t you? You give me this beautiful smile, this tight as fuck cunt morning, noon and night and whatever you want in this world is yours.”

“You. I only want you. Oh please, please, please. More!”

My begging is the trigger that sends him over the edge. With a roar loud enough to be heard in a ten-mile radius, he slides a hand beneath me to grip my ass, then pounds into me with mind-bending thrusts that snatch the last coherent thought from my brain.

He bellows his release and I feel his hot spend filling me up. And up. And up. “Christ, I can’t stop coming. You do this to me, baby. Squeeze every last drop out of me.” Hot kisses pepper my cheeks and jaw before he seals his mouth to mine, then gives a rough laugh. “Not that I’m complaining. It’s my honor to keep that pussy filled up. My duty to not rest until you’re carrying our baby.”

I barely manage to stop myself from tensing and I blow a relieved breath when he keeps rumbling on about how he intends to make me pregnant.

How he can’t wait to see me barefoot and fat with his seed.

I cling to him as I catch my breath, and think of how to break the news to him that he doesn’t need to devise ways to knock me up. That he hit a home run on the first try.

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