Page 33 of Tiago

“You’re not going to make this easy.”

“Never.”He holds my gaze while he runs his fingers down the crack between my cheeks and drags them over the gusset of my panties where he flicks my clit through the cotton.“I’m going to tease you mercilessly so that you know how good we will be together.I’m going to cheat by edging you every single day until you beg me to let you come, until you beg me to marry you immediately because you can’t take the suspense any longer.My biological clock is pounding so loudly I can hear it ticking all the time.I’m going to be sixty-three when our oldest child graduates from high school.Time’s a-wasting.”

I do some quick math in my head.“That’s if I got pregnant today,” I point out unnecessarily.

He nods.“Yep.”

“You’re completely serious.You don’t want me to go on birth control for a while so we can enjoy some time together before we have a baby?”

He shakes his head.“No birth control, Reagan.Never.I want to fill you so full of my come that you can feel my sperm working its way toward the end goal.A week or so after we’re married, I want to wake up and find you wincing like Claire is because your breasts are tender from my success.I want to stare at your naked body every single day and watch as it changes for me.Watch as your breasts grow heavier every day, as your nipples grow thicker and harder, as your belly expands.I want to memorize every single moment.I want to sketch you as your body changes.Paint you as our child grows inside you.It makes me so hard to know that I will be the one to cause those changes.And as soon as you push out our first baby, I will get you pregnant again.”

My panties are soaked.I can’t believe his intensity about basically breeding me is making me so horny.It’s how he looks at me and how emotional he feels.Somehow, when I’m bigger than a house, this man is going to make me feel like I’m the sexiest creature alive.

“I’m going to get fat.”

He shakes his head.“You’re going to get more beautiful every day of our lives.”

“Who’s going to take care of all these babies you want to have?I’ll be exhausted.”

“We’ll hire help.We have the money for it.But I will never be the sort of father who leaves you to deal with our children on your own.I will always be here.I will go to them in the night, bring them to your breast, and hold them against your nipple.I will burp our babies while you go back to sleep and help you express your milk if they don’t fully drain it.”

My knees give out entirely, and I collapse against him.

He swoops me off my feet and settles me on one of his thighs so my legs are between his.He holds me in place with one hand around my waist and the other cupping my face.After kissing me reverently, he nibbles a path to my ear.

His whispered words make me swoon deeper.“If your teats get sore, I will massage them.If you need me to suckle them, I’ll do that.If you want me to express your milk by hand, that’s what I’ll do.We can buy a pump so you can sleep longer and I’ll feed the baby.”

A whimper escapes my lips as I squeeze my thighs together.His words are so indecent.His thoughts should send me running.The fact that he’s saying any of this out loud should scare me to death.

But I’m picturing the scenes he’s painting with his words.I’m visualizing a day a year from now when he brings our baby to my breast, holds him or her while he or she nurses, and settles the tiny human back in their bassinet to return to our bed.

I close my eyes, and my lips part as the scene continues to play out.Behind my eyelids, I watch my sexy, Dominant husband cooing to our child, burping it, changing it, swaddling it, and then coming to me.

I close my mouth and purse my lips.I picture him guiding me to my hands and knees so he can settle a bowl under my unmilked breast and milk me with his hand.A moan escapes my lips.It’s not quiet.It startles me.

Tiago tucks his arm under my knees, scoops me up, and stands.He carries me to the bed, deposits me gently in the middle, and climbs up to straddle me.

He’s larger than life when he hovers over me like this.He drops to his hands and knees and meets my gaze.“My girl is so very horny right now.”

I nod.My cheeks heat.

“I’m going to strip you naked and worship your body with my mouth.”

I shiver and nod again.God, I need that.

“You will come for me when I tell you to.Do you understand?”

My entire body trembles.How could he possibly order me to come?But I know he can.

“Tell me you understand, Reagan,” he demands.

“I understand.”

“I’m going to suck your nipples so hard they ache, then I’m going to do the same to your clit.I will torment all three for as long as I please, and you will come as many times as I demand.”

I swallow.“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.I’ve never called him Sir before.He hasn’t asked me to.But I feel extraordinarily submissive right now.I’ve done enough research in the past week to know that submissive women often call their Dominant Sir.

He growls.He likes my use of the honorific.“There’s a caveat.”

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