Page 17 of Four Fiances & I

Christian continues to hold his head back to the point I can't see if his eyes are open. The brat in me comes out before I can stop it.

“Eyes on me, Daddy.”

Christian's head snaps down as he stares at me, my mouth once again filled with his cock as I smile around it.

“Oh, Baby girl.” There is a warning in his tone, even though he has a big smile. He wraps my long ponytail around his fist before pulling my head back, so I have no choice but to let his cock fall from my mouth.

“What have I told you about topping from the bottom?” he asks, looking down at me as his grip on my hair tightens. “On your feet.”

I stand whilst keeping eye contact. Christian grips my chin and tugs my hair, forcing me to look up at him.

“Do I need to remind you why I’m your daddy?” he asks with a playful grin, his dominating tone causing my sex to clinch.

“Maybe?” I tease, smiling as sweetly as possible, and I give him my best puppy dog eyes.

Christian doesn’t give me a chance to argue or brat any further as he spins me around and pushes me forward so I’m bent over the counter—his hand slides across my throat before tightening slightly.

“Look at me in the mirror,” he demands. When I look at our reflection, I see my strong, sexy man standing behind me, his hand around my throat as he dominates me just the way I like it.

“I’m going to fuck that cute little pussy of yours. The whole time, I want your eyes on me in our reflection. Every time you look away, I will spank you, reminding you who's the top in this relationship. Do you understand, Baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I reply as my sex clinches and his hold on my throat tightens slightly.

I love being choked; it’s a serious kink of mine. But then I was kidnapped and strangled in a way that nearly killed me. It took a long time to recover and to trust the guys, but slowly, they reminded me that just because one arsehole treated me that way, my four men never would. They were always patient and reminded me how much I could trust them until I could enjoy it again.

Christian grabs my underwear and leggings, pulling them down roughly. I know I won’t be able to spread my legs far with them only around my knees, but that just adds to the thrill as I know when he impales me, I will feel it more.

Christian places his hand between my legs and spreads my sex open, running one finger through my lips, feeling how wet I am.

“I think you’ve been enjoying yourself. Does it make you wet sucking on Daddy’s cock?” He leans in further, so his lips press against my neck as I gasp before moving to my ear. “Use your words, Baby girl,” he warns, causing my stomach to tighten.

“Yes, Daddy. I love the feel of your cock in my mouth, but I prefer it somewhere else.”

Christian grins at me in our reflection as his fingers slowly push into me, making my knees shake as the pleasure builds from that one simple touch.

“Good, because I have no desire to come down that sweet throat of yours. There’s somewhere else I would much rather finish.” Not giving me any warning, Christian removes his fingers and thrusts up into me, filling me with one move, causing me to cry out as my body is pushed against the counter. It’s not pain that makes me gasp for breath is the utter overwhelming pleasure that overcomes my whole body every time one of my guys enters me.

“Eyes up, Baby,” Christian chastises before spanking me. Each of the guys knows every one of my limits, and even though I have safe words with them all, I nearly never have to use them. I know Christian demanding ‘eyes up’ is his way of watching for any show of discomfort or displeasure.

“You are so beautiful,” he moans as he starts working his cock in and out of me. “I love the way your eyes come alive as I fuck you, giving you everything I have,” he growls as his grip on my throat tightens again as he forces my head a little higher, controlling everything from the pace he fucks me to the direction I’m looking. His spare hand flattens against my lower stomach before sliding down so he can start rubbing my clit as he picks up speed. His grip on my throat loosens a little, just enough for me to catch my breath. The flood of oxygen pushes me closer to the point I’m about to orgasm.

“Daddy!” I cry out as he lets go of my throat altogether and wraps my ponytail around his hand again. This time instead of pulling my head back, he leans me further over the counter and starts pounding into my pussy, as if to destroy it and me, for all other men, bar his brothers.

“Daddy’s got you, Baby girl,” he growls through gritted teeth as his assault on my clit intensifies, and I scream through an orgasm which destroys me on the inside and out.

“Fuck!” he curses as I know I must be clamped around his cock, which is now pulsing inside of me. Christian roars out as he climaxes, filling me with his seed.

“Your greedy little pussy is milking me of every last drop,” he moans as he leans his head into my shoulder. “I think it wants you pregnant as much as I do,” he adds, kissing my shoulder and letting me up from the counter where I’ve been gasping for breath, trying to recover.

“Not yet,” I smile over my shoulder. “You promised.”

“I know; it doesn’t stop me from wanting it more than anything in this world, though,” he answers, stepping back and pulling his trousers back over his hips. I turn so I’m leaning back against the counter.

“There was me thinking you wanted to marry me more than anything in this world.”

Christian closes the distance between us and places his hands on either side of me, caging me in so I can’t do anything but look into his eyes.

“Nothing in this world will stop me from marrying you. Being your husband will be my greatest honour.” Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulls me against his as he cups my cheek. “Being a father to your children will just be the icing on our perfect little family,” he adds, kissing me gently. “But I promised not to rush you, and I will always keep my promises to you.”

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