Page 33 of Daddy's Naughty List

“I—”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t pretend, Susan. It just means we’re not going to do it tonight.” He brushed his thumb under her eyes to wipe away burgeoning tears. “Because I do want it, but I want you to have your dreams first. Okay?”

“I…” She sniffed and let her head fall to the pillow. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He kissed her gently, painfully sweetly, erasing her tears with his achingly soft touch. “With luck, we’ll get triplets. I want all girls so I can spoil them.”

She laughed and shook her head. “I’m calling red on triplets.”

“Twins, then, but college and three things off your bucket list first.”

“Forget the bucket list.” She wrapped her fingers around the headboard. “Fuck me and leave bruises, Daddy.”

“Yellow on the bruises,” he retorted. “Green on the fucking you.”

“Fair enough.”

Susan wanted the bruises though. She wanted to look at them and remember their night forever but understood his trepidation.

How had she gotten so lucky? Walt was… everything. Even though she was nervous, she wanted all the things he said and more. He would make it perfect for her—even if her wishes wouldn’t come true right away.

Then again, she didn’t really want them to. He was right. She wasn’t ready for children, and although she couldn’t imagine her life without Walt in it, their relationship was too new and fragile. Susan didn’t dare risk it. She certainly didn’t want to tell him about the last entry on her bucket list, even though it was most definitely crossed off.

For now…

She packed her mixed-up emotions in a mental cage and knocked the box of condoms off the nightstand.

Walt’s eyes crinkled with humor and he booped her nose. “Naughty kitty.”

“Purr?”

“I plan to make you do exactly that,” he murmured. “Right after I make you scream my name.”

Lowering his head, he kissed her as he eased his thick shaft into her welcoming channel. He captured her pleasured moans with his lips on hers and thrust hard, stretching her almost painfully. She gasped at the throbbing sting, but it felt so darned good.

His large body covered hers, and she had a faint, unpleasant memory of Edward rutting over her as he pumped into her like a jackrabbit, but it disappeared under Walt’s slow, methodical thrusts, angled to catch every sweet spot she had.

She tightened her legs around his hips and sank her nails into his ass, desperate to hold on, determined to never let go.

“Touch your clit, baby.” He trailed kisses down her throat and nipped hard. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

“Yes! Please, Daddy!” She reached between their bodies and touched herself, gasping at the overwhelming surge of need coursing into her belly.

“Maybe I should fuck your ass until we’re ready for you to get pregnant.”

The soft, gravelly words should have scared her, but her core tightened around him, making him hiss out a breath.

Before she could gather enough air to reply, he asked, “Do you like that idea, little girl? Do you like the idea of being on your hands and knees while Daddy fucks your ass?”

“Oh, god!”

“Daddy,” he corrected. “You pray to me now.”

Walt’s order mixed with her ongoing confusion about how her faith would look post-Shepherds. She might not believe in God so much anymore, but she believed in her Daddy.

Lightning burst behind her closed eyelids as she shattered in his arms. The tempest swept her along, stealing her words and thoughts as it tossed her under the waves.

As if from a distance, she heard him shout her name. She whimpered his, unable to force anything louder than a whisper past her trembling lips.

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