Page 21 of Shut the F*ck Up and Take this D*ck Like a Good Girl

As soon as the plug is free, the head of my cock takes its place, and the sight of her tightest hole closing around the head causes cum to squirt out of the tip. Gently, I work inside her passage until my pelvis rests against her cheeks.

Anal is an extraordinary treat I may only get to indulge in a couple of times a year because of how large I am. I intend to make this last as long as possible, but my body has other ideas. The euphoria of being inside Piper sets me on edge.

“You feel amazing,” I praise as I drape myself over her back, kissing her neck and up to her cheek. “Give me your mouth.” She does as I ask, and I lick inside, sucking on her tongue as I pull out and push back in. Her hips rock back into me with every thrust, making my eyes cross behind their lids and a deep rumble break free in my chest. She turns me into an animal, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Pulling from her lips, her gasp reverberates loudly in the quiet room, broken only by the sounds of my hips slapping against her ass. “Doll,” I grunt, grappling to hang onto my sanity. “You’re fucking Daddy up.”

She whimpers and presses farther back into me, her words disjointed as she says, “Daddy, I have to tell you…”

“Tell me what,” I growl.

Her mouth hangs open as I pound in on her. “Daddy, I-I-I-I’m pregnant.” Her body tenses at the confession, and I practically freeze, but she feels too fucking good to stop.

Biting her neck, I fuck her painfully until we’re both screaming, and any thought of making this last flies out the window because all I can think about now is marking her as mine.

Slipping a hand around to her front, I flick her clit with my thumb, and she jumps. She’s ready to explode, so I attack her swollen nub until she’s a screeching mess and trying to pull away from me. I don’t let her as I grip her hip with one hand and pound in and out of her until I grunt my release. Watching as I overflow her tight little hole, I pull out and let the rest of my semen squirt across her ass and back until I’m empty.

Sagging against her body, I rub the liquid in until Piper stretches out like a cat in heat, demanding more of my touch. Untying the ribbon from her eyes, she blinks at me with a smile that brings me to my knees. This woman fights me at every turn, yet the look on her face is nothing short of worshipful.

“Fucking love you, doll.” Taking her lips in an unyielding kiss, I don’t allow her a moment to catch her breath until I’m ready to. Turning her to the side, I kiss deeper, sweeping my tongue through her mouth until she submits to me. Only then do I withdraw slowly.

“Love you, too, Daddy.” She sighs as her eyes close, and I untie her wrists, rubbing and soothing where the rope encircled her before picking her up and carrying her to the shower. There, I spend time massaging her shoulders and washing her body as she sways on her feet, unable to move away from me.

Tilting her head up to see into her innocent little eyes, I ask, “You’re really pregnant?”

She transforms into my seductress as she nods. “Yes, Daddy. I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby.” Kissing over my heart, I hold her to me and thank my lucky stars that this woman was able to forgive all the disturbing shit I did before claiming her as mine.

“Thank you,” I whisper against her lips. She’ll never understand just what it means to me that she chose to be mine.

Epilogue Two

PIPER

Three Years Later.

“Where! Is! He!” I shout into the room full of doctors and nurses. I’ve been in labor for close to thirty-six hours, and my husband was unreachable for nearly twenty of them, and now, he’s fucking late, and I’m going to kill him.

“On his way from the airport. Please, Pipe, breathe.” I squeeze Marcus’ hand even harder, and I think I hear a finger snap when he whimpers and drops to his knees beside my bed. Amy and David are enjoying a cruise that Galen, Marcus, and I sent them on for their second honeymoon, or they’d be here.

I’m not supposed to be due for another month, but our twins, like their father, are impatient to make an appearance. Hael and her husband have our darling daughter on a Disney trip because I’ve just been so exhausted and needed some me time before the twins came. Which is how Marcus wound up being the one at my side today.

Galen had taken a job at my insistence because even he was driving me crazy. As soon as Marcus was able to reach him, he was on his way home from lord only knows where, and now, I’m eight centimeters dilated, and he might miss this.

“Oww, oww, oww,” Marcus whines as I’m hit with another contraction and squeeze again. It took Galen and me a long time to forgive Marcus—Galen longer so than me. But eventually, we came to peace with things, and Marcus has been nothing but supportive of our marriage. He’s been a wonderful uncle, as well.

“Don’t be such a bitch, little brother.” Galen enters, looking like he just crawled his way out of a jungle and hasn’t showered since I sent him on his merry way.

“God, you stink,” I mutter with a smile on my face and tears in my eyes. “I missed you,” I sob as I let go of Marcus and reach for my husband.

“Doll.” Galen leans down to kiss me, holding my head tight with one hand and the other on my belly, rubbing the way he does, which always soothes me. “I’m here. I’m sorry I left.”

My sobbing kicks up a notch, hearing that he feels guilty when I’m the one who sent him away. “No, it’s my fault. I said you should go.” His entire face softens, and I know I’m the only one who ever gets this look from him.

“No, baby doll, Daddy should have stuck around. I knew better.” He’s trying to take the guilt off my shoulders, and I love him even more for it.

“Oh, good, Dad’s here.” My doctor smiles at him, and I growl, feeling feral and obsessive. “Are we ready to push?” she asks, missing my reaction.

“It’s time?” Galen asks, surprised. The doctor nods and pats him on the shoulder. She knows how concerned Galen has been over this pregnancy and how stressed I’ve been.

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