Page 93 of Mister Stark

I tiptoed as much as I could with my enormous belly and tried not to let the hardwood creak. I got to the door frame and peeked inside. He had a sweet side that I expected to be floored by. Instead, my body heated from the sexiness of him.

Daxon didn’t have his shirt on, and he had his back turned towards me. His blue jeans hugged his perfectly tight ass and hung low on his hips. My gaze wandered up to the dip just above his waistband and the bit of hair there. The curve of his backside made my mouth water, and I wanted to crawl my hands up the fitness of it. I wanted to feel his heat come off his body as I made my way up to his broad shoulder blades. They held strength and moved with each stroke of the paintbrush. I had to clear my throat from all the pent-up sexual tension and he spun my way. I had startled him and a splash of grey paint hit his cheek, but he didn’t flinch a muscle.

His eyes locked on my belly, and he warned. “You aren’t supposed to be in here, young lady.”

He stepped closer towards me with the paintbrush in his hand. His bare feet walked over the white sheets he had laid out on the floor. He looked over the covered furniture he had built with those powerful hands and it made me lick my lips. His power turned me on and I wanted to toy with him, even though I knew I shouldn’t. I had danced with this monster for far too long and it made me want more. It made me want to give into our wicked game we played and the urgency pumped from within me.

I raised my eyebrow at him and teased him. “You know I don’t like being told what to do, daddy.”

“Paint fumes aren’t good for the twins. I thought we discussed this.” He argued as he grabbed my wrist and twirled me around. “Why do you always have to defy me, princess?”

My backside pressed up against his bare chest with my breasts rapidly rising and falling. The pent-up tension between us was close to bursting, but I held myself together. This was our twisted game after all and one I had started.

I ran my hand down his brawny arm and felt his toned veins underneath it. It made me shiver with need, but I kept on and grabbed onto his paintbrush. I pulled it from his hand when he least expected it and broke from his lustful embrace. I twirled around and playfully splashed grey paint on his chest. His reaction was full of surprise as he glared at me, but it soon turned to amusement when he saw the smile on my face.

“I defy you because you’re way too serious sometimes and you should lighten up, daddy.” I giggled as my smile widened and I handed him back the paintbrush.

I stood there and admired his handsome form. Grey paint on his sculpted cheekbone and a bit of shaded color covered his toned torso. He was a sight an artist could create and not be guilty of it. Daxon Stark was a magnificent-looking man. Even with a bit of grey paint.

“Anything for you, princess.” He admitted with a smirk.

I licked my lips at the sight of him and breathed as I tossed my hair over my shoulder. “Well, I’m headed for a shower soon, but I think you might need one more than I do.”

He licked his lower lip and flicked me a smile. It was a devilish look, and I knew he was up to something. But it wouldn’t match what I had done.

I spun around and walked out of the room, but his voice echoed behind me. “Two can play this game, princess.”

I was in a playful mood and answered back over my shoulder. “We’ll see about that, daddy.”

I continued down the hallway and didn’t glance back. His stare burned into my backside the entire way, but I ignored him. I had won this match and my stomach grumbled. I craved a snack for my victory and a nice chocolate chip cookie would do the trick.

I headed downstairs for a quick bite to eat and found the pantry. Extra-large chocolate chip cookies wafted my nose and my mouth watered. I took two. One for baby A and one for baby B, I convinced myself as I bit into the first one.

The chocolate melted in my mouth and sent my taste buds into overdrive. With each bit, the babies kicked, and each jab made me giggle with delight. They grew more and more each day, but they squished in there. One baby sat on my bladder twenty-four-seven and the other one jabbed at my rib cage. It was a constant battle and one I never won. I always ended up exhausted and ready for them to come out. I just had to remind myself it could be any day now and to enjoy them protected inside of me while I still could.

I walked back up the stairs as I ate the last couple of bites and felt much better. More energetic than before as I hit the top floor and headed towards my bathroom. A nice, cold shower would do the trick and get my mind back on track. Not lost in Mr. Tall, dark and gorgeous.

I fussed with my wavy hair and walked into the bedroom. The adjoining bathroom caught my eye, and I made a puzzled look at the door. It was slightly ajar, and I didn’t recall leaving it like that.

I slowly pushed it open and steam rose upward into my face. I swatted it away with my hand and it cleared. But my gaze landed on something far more interesting.

Daxon in the shower. His hand was around his firm cock as he leaned against the glass and fisted himself. He was masturbating in the shower.

My shower. The shower he knew I was going to use, but he beat me to it. Literally.

His eyes caught sight of me as he beat his gigantic dick and the sound of it echoed throughout the bathroom. The walls tossed around his groan as he pounded himself within his tight grasp and my body temperature rose. The sight of him getting off in my shower did me in, but I held back.

I needed to resist him and put up a fight. He wouldn’t win, no matter how hard he tried. I moved in here for our babies. He didn’t want to be with me. He wanted to have sex with me and I wanted that too, but I couldn’t let him toy with my heart. I couldn’t give in to him and I wouldn’t. But my body sure begged me too.

So, I stood there and watched him. Watched him moan for me, pleasure himself for me and plead with me to give into temptation. It tempted me and turned me on, but I had to remain in control.

“You like what you see, princess?” He growled as he fisted his firmness and stared at me with lust. “This is all for you, darling. Come in here. Daddy wants to have his way with you.”

But I defied him.

I refused to listen, and I knew it made daddy unhappy, but I didn’t care. He didn’t have control; I did. I wanted him to understand that.

“Not so fast, daddy.” I breathed as I waved my index finger at him and leaned against the doorframe.

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