As if she heard his inner thoughts, she tightened her legs around him and reached blindly for the box of condoms on the nightstand. Before she could knock it to the floor, he grabbed the box and tore it open.
“Is this what you want, sweetheart? Do you want Daddy to fuck you?”
“Please,” she whispered as she lifted her head to kiss his throat. “I need you, Daddy.”
“What else?” He lowered his head and sucked a hard nipple into his mouth.
“Oh!” She tightened her hands in his hair, holding him against her breast. “More, Daddy!”
Walt bit down on the tender nub, but not too hard. When she cried out wordlessly, he swapped to the other one and nipped.
“Daddy!”
“What else, baby? Use your words.”
She tugged his hair to make him lift his head. “I want you to fuck me, Walt. I?—”
When she didn’t finish her sentence, he pinched her nipple between two fingers, eliciting a pained whine. “Tell me, baby.”
“I…” She hesitated, then said, “I want you to talk dirty to me, Daddy.”
“Oh, really?” Hiding a smile, he kissed a path from her collarbone to the sensitive spot under her ear, then purred, “I can’t imagine anything I’d like better than to tell you how sweet your pretty pussy tastes, and how much I want to bury my cock deep inside you.”
“I want that too.”
“And I suppose I should tell you how much I want to put you on your hands and knees and fuck you from behind until you scream for me.”
“Yes, please, Daddy!” Her breaths came faster, and she whined as she tried to position herself under his cock.
“Or maybe I should put a vibe in that tasty cunt while I fuck your ass. Would you like that, baby? Would you like it if I spanked you while I use that beautiful bottom for my own pleasure? Maybe I’ll make you come until you cry pretty tears for me because making my babygirl cry from pleasure gets my cock hard.”
For a moment, he wondered if he’d gone too far, but she lifted her hips and shuddered when he allowed her to brush her wet core against his shaft.
“Oh, god.” She squeezed her eyes closed and dug her short nails into his shoulders. “I want it so bad, Daddy.”
“Then tell me. Use those filthy, naughty words and tell Daddy what you want.”
It was one thing to build a fantasy with words. It was quite another to turn those words into action. Walt wouldn’t move forward until he was absolutely sure Susan wanted it.
“I want all of it.” Gazing at him steadily, she lifted her arms over her head and twisted her fingers around the headboard. “I’m yours, Daddy. I want you to fuck me bare and tell me you hope my birth control fails. I want you to tell me you’ll breed me and make me big with your baby, and then I want you to make me come until I cry just for you.”
He shivered with longing and took a deep breath in a desperate attempt to drive that long-held fantasy from his head. “If you consent, we’ll skip the condom, but?—”
“I know it’s too soon, Walt, but that’s my fantasy.” She sat up and cupped his face in her warm hands. “I want to picture it in my head. I want to imagine being yours. I want to pretend you’re breeding me, and even though it won’t happen, I’ll still be thinking about having a blue-eyed child that looks just like you.”
Without hesitation, he spilled everything he’d held back for way too long. “I want to put a baby in you, sweetheart. I want to run my hands over your belly and fuck you until you scream for me.”
He circled her throat with his fingers and squeezed gently until she gasped. “I want your birth control to fail. I want to fill you up with a baby because you’ll be a wonderful mother. I’ll worship every fucking inch of you, but I have one hard limit.”
Susan
Tears burned her sinuses, but she forced them back. As usual, she’d gone too far.
Why did she have to push so hard?
“I’m sorry.” She tried to extricate herself from his tight embrace, but he wouldn’t let go. “Do you need to safeword?”
He eased his hold on her and kissed her forehead. “No, baby. My limit is that you’re going to check off at least three things from your bucket list and finish college before I knock you up.”