Page 54 of Surprise Baby for the Enemy

I can’t touch him. I can onlybetouched, toyed with,tortured. I move how he moves me, hanging in his hands like a puppet. It’s a relief. It’s ecstasy. My back arches at the pleasure already building between my legs, my limbs straining as my body tightens, tightens,tightens.

Derrick grips me firmly from inside, tilting my pelvis up so I’m primed for his dick. I’m right on the edge, right about to fall over it, but he doesn’t let me go. His fingers pull free, and he presses his index to my mouth, ordering me to taste myself. I open my mouth, and he slides his fingers inside so I can suck at them.

“Good girl,” he praises. “I’ll let you swallow me next time. Would you like that? Would you like me to fill your mouth with my cock, Raleigh?”

I can only groan. Iwantthat. I want him to tie my arms behind my back, grip my hair, and fuck my face, whether I can take it or not. I’d swallow every drop of him and beg him for seconds.

“Next time, sweetheart,” Derrick repeats. “Tonight, I’m going to make sure you want to have more than one of my babies before we’re done.”

He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and presses his palm over it instead, just in time to plunge his dick inside me as deep as he can go. His hand muffles my scream as my pleasure releases and rolls through every inch of my body.

“You’re sohot, Raleigh,” Derrick growls, his words punctuated by each slap of our bodies. “Hot and bright as a firework. Just imagine how fucking beautiful you’ll be when you’re ready to bear my child-”

His thumb works at my clit, every thrust driving me deeper into the mattress and closer to the next orgasm. Carnal images flash behind my eyes, fueling my bliss. My belly, round after nine months of carrying this man’s child. My breasts, swollen with milk that Derrick is happy to drink. I see him worshiping my body through every stage of pregnancy, making me feel more and more like a goddess as our child’s due date approaches. And though I know the labor will be painful to endure, the catharsisof holding Derrick’s baby in my arms while Derrick holds me in his will be worth it.

I break again, and Derrick’s calloused thumb brushes over my cheek as his hand muffles my scream, smearing a tear into my skin. Pleasure shoots through my limbs, one wave after another, coming relentlessly faster and faster, until all I feel is ecstasy.

ThankgodDerrick still has his hand over my mouth, because if he didn’t, I’d be screaming his name uncontrollably.

As it is, the next time he drives himself into my body might still crack the bed frame in two.

“Fuck-Raleigh-” Derrick pants. “Swear I’ll be the only one who gets to use your pussy- Swear you’ll let me fill you up every night-”

I can only let out muffled whimpers, but they’re answer enough for both of us. I’m tied to this bed with my legs open, entirely at Derrick’s mercy. I wouldn’t be here unless I was willing to give him literally anything he wanted, to take anything he thought to give me.

When he slams into me one last time, when our bodies mold to each others’ shape, my back arches all the way off the bed. Derrick cums into me, his hot seed shooting deep inside me. Derrick takes his hand off my lips and replaces it with his. His tongue fills my mouth, and I taste wine and spice.

“Good girl,” Derrick whispers into me, wrapping his arms beneath me and letting his weight settle over my body. He’s still inside me, our bodies pulsing with post-sex bliss, and I hope he’ll stay that way as we fall asleep.

“Can we- do this again- tomorrow?” I pant.

“We can do it every day,” Derrick says, moving his mouth to my neck. “Twice a day. Whenever you like, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” I smile. My body is already settling into sleep, his weight and warmth and the satisfaction between my legs lulling me into blackness.

Derrick chuckles, running fingers through my hair, scratching my scalp pleasantly. “So polite all of a sudden. I should’ve tied you up ages ago.”

CHAPTER 29

Derrick

There’ssomething pulsing through my head as I mold Raleigh to the shape of my own body. At first, I think it’s her humming with pleasure, or maybe the sound of my blood pounding through my ears. Whatever it is, it’s getting louder. The room around us is getting brighter. The bed is getting bigger, pulling Raleigh and I apart-

I force my eyes open, then close them against the bright morning sun streaming in through the window. The pulsing I heard in my dream is just the insistent vibration of my phone, lost somewhere at the foot of the bed in a pile of my clothes. And Raleigh-

Raleigh is sleeping soundly at my side, her back to me. The bare curve of her shoulder tempts me to kiss it, to knead it with my hands. If my phone weren’t still ringing, I’d bury my face in her wild black curls and fall right back to sleep with her body pulled into my chest.

But my phoneisringing, and god knows how long it’s been doing that. Slowly, so I don’t wake Raleigh, I slip off the bed and fish my phone out of my pants.

The face of my phone displays a number, but no name.

I grab one of the blankets off the bed, sling it around my waist, and step outside the room. At the top of the stairs, I head into the attic to answer the call.

“Hello?” I say, pitching my voice low so it doesn’t carry.

“Good morning, Derrick.”

The sex-sated, sleepy looseness in my body vanishes. I’m awake, no matter how much I suddenly wish I wasn’t.

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