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My hand comes to his head, and I run my fingers through the strands of his hair to keep him close.

“Fuck, daddy. I need you to touch me, to fuck me.” I groan.

He lifts his head and gives me a mischievous look.

“You want me to fuck you, princess?” He smirks, leaning back down to suckle on my nipple again and draw more milk from my breast. “Then beg for it.”

“Please, daddy. I need you.” I pant out. “Please.”

“Good girl.” He purrs, dragging his hands over my breast and down my belly.

He shifts my dress up to bunch it around my waist above my belly. When he reaches to pull down my underwear, I shift my hips to help him get them off.

Exposed to him now, I shiver when his calloused fingers skim along my inner thigh and up to my center.

“I love seeing you pregnant. Knowing I did this to you.” He says, taking a moment to give the stretch marks on my belly kisses. “I’m keeping you pregnant as often as I can. You know that, right? We’re gonna fill this house with kids that look just like you.”

He looks up at me with such genuine joy that I can’t help but fall in line with his imagined future.

“So long as I get at least one little boy who’s a carbon copy of his father.” I sigh as he runs a finger through my folds and up to my clit.

“Anything for my queen.” He says, his focus now completely on my center, completely mesmerized.

With that, he dives in, putting his lips against my cunt. He buries himself in my center, sucking on my clit and swirling his tongue around it in a gentle pattern of circles. The rhythm he sets with his tongue drives my desire into a roaring storm, the wave of pleasure threatening just at the edge of complete release.

Pausing his relentless efforts on my clit, he leans down to lick me from ass to clit, the sensation sending shivers through my whole body. He returns to his earlier task of sucking my soul out of my clit until I’m panting and whining with need.

“Please, daddy. I need your cock.” I beg. “Please, daddy. Please.”

Looking up at me, his beard glistening with my wetness, he gives me a truly devious smile.

“Does princess want my cock?” He murmurs, rising from his knees and unbuttoning his jeans as he stands.

When he gets his pants undone, his cock springs free from the confinement of the tight jeans, but his briefs still cover him.

“Yes. Please.” I pant, reaching for the waistband of his underwear, desperate to free his cock so he can fuck me.

He helps me push the garment down, and his beautiful length is revealed to me. I quickly take it in hand, relishing the hardness as I move my hand up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, princess.” He groans at my touch.

I tighten my grip to drag him by his cock to my core, lining him up so I can feel his tip at my entrance.

He laughs. “Eager girl.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me, please.” I beg.

Taking control of his dick with his own hand, he runs his tip through my folds until I’m shivering with need.

“Please.” I moan just as he presses the first inch in with the head of his cock.

He’s slow and deliberate with how he enters me, each push in and out dragging on in agonizing pleasure.

The way he fills me feels amazing. I feel full and complete.

“Marshall.” I squeak when he picks up his pace. “Fuuuck.”

Soon, his thrusts are relentless, plunging in and out of me at a rapid pace.

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