Page 142 of Until I Find You

I kiss her and as our lips are entangled, I part her legs and slide myself into her delicate folds until I find my way inside.

Camilla’s moan courses through me. I swear she gets more sensitive every time we have sex. “Deeper, please, deeper…”

I push myself inside, my jaw dropping as I husk out, “Your body belongs to Daddy, baby girl.”

“Nngh, yes, my body belongs to Daddy.”

I glide my hand down between her legs as I thrust into her and begin to play with her clit.

Camilla’s body jolts, and she almost curses. Almost. She bites back on it, teeth gnashing into her lower lip.

“Good girl…”

“Touch my breasts, Daddy.”

“That’s–”

“Pleasetouch my breasts, Daddy,please.”

I move my hand to her chest. “I love when you beg.” I begin to caress her breasts, alternating which one gets attention.

Her nipples have grown more prominent, hardened in the cool night air.

I pinch them. Delicate at first.

“Yes, Daddy, yes, keep doing that…” Camilla’s eyes roll back.

As I roll my hips into her, my balls growing tighter with every motion, desperate to release inside, I continue to massage her.

She whimpers and moans, burying her head into her arm.

My hips move faster and faster, though my muscles strain. It’s primal, out of my control. “Fuck, baby girl, fuck, Daddy needs to come.”

Camilla says nothing. She grabs my hand that is holding tight to her breast and moves it down to her stomach, sliding my palm over the mound. She presses my hand down under hers and lifts her chin so she can see me.

Our eyes lock and for the moment, I feel like we are the only people in the universe. She is mine, and I am hers. Together, we’ve created life for ourselves.

Her mouth drops open, and she comes, her body jolting and a scream tearing out of her. It is sudden and unexpected, so much so that when she clenches around me, my release is immediate.

I gasp, my moan stuttering from the back of my mouth, curse words tumbling out too.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she cries out, almost like she’s under a spell. “Don’t look away, keep going.”

I try to pump my hips as best I can, though she’s milking me dry. I don’t want to let her down, want as many of her gorgeous mewls as possible.

However, all good things must come to an end.

My body gives out, no strength left, muscles aching.

I drop my lips onto hers, kissing her hard, just as my body collapses. I drop my head into her curls and let exhaustion overtake me.

Camilla moves her hips back on me, trying to get every last ounce of pleasure as she continues her squeaking string of yeses until there is nothing left, and the room is bathed in dark and silence.

Our hands don’t move from her middle. I’m half expecting the baby to wake up and finally let me feel.

No such luck.

She lets out a deep breath and a few minutes later, falls asleep in my arms.

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