Page 27 of Big Bodyguard
“I can’t,” I gasp, my hips jerking against his hand. “I need you, Daddy, please.”
He shoves me back on the bed, stripping me fast, until I’m bare and trembling beneath his stare, and then he takes a long moment, drinking me in, his jaw clenching.
“Christ, you’re perfect. Mine.”
He lowers himself between my thighs, his mouth sealing over my entrance. The first swipe of his tongue makes me cry out, my back arching off the bed. He eats me like he’s starving, licking, sucking, sliding two fingers deep inside me until I’m clawing at the sheets.
“Jack! Oh my God, Daddy—please…don’t stop—”
He growls against me, the vibration sending me spiraling. His hand pins my hip, keeping me still as he licks me harder, faster, until the orgasm crashes through me, shattering, wracking me with waves that leave me shaking.
I’m still gasping when he looms over me, dragging his mouth up my body, biting, kissing, until his cock is nudging at my entrance. He grips my face, forcing me to look at him.
“Feel what you do to me,” he growls, and then he thrusts inside, slow, deep, filling me to the hilt.
I scream, my nails digging into his back. He’s so big, stretching me, claiming me.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grits, hips grinding against mine. “Your pussy was made for Daddy’s cock.”
I can’t answer. I can only cling to him as he begins to move, long, punishing strokes that make me moan his name with every thrust. His hand finds my throat, not squeezing, just holding, making me feel completely possessed.
“Say it,” he demands, his eyes blazing down at me. “Tell me who owns this pussy.”
“You, Daddy!” I scream, my hips bucking of their own violation.
He continues to fuck me in long, deep strokes until I’m right at the edge, teetering on the brink of breaking apart. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him faster.
“Good girl,” Jack growls against my mouth, his pace relentless. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you so full you’ll never forget who you belong to.”
His thumb finds my clit, pressing down in rough, delicious circles. The added friction makes my entire body shudder. I’m gasping his name, chanting it like a prayer, my voice breaking with every thrust.
“Come for me, princess,” he orders, his voice gravel and heat. “Come all over Daddy’s cock.”
That’s it. The final push.
I scream his name as my orgasm rips through me, my body clenching tight around him, pulsing, squeezing. The room tilts, my vision whites out, and still he’s driving into me, holding me through it, making it last until I’m boneless beneath him.
He groans, his thrusts turning frantic, rougher, his face pressed into my neck. “Fuck! Gonna fill you, baby. Take it. Take all of Daddy’s cum.”
And then he spills inside me, thick and hot, pulsing as he buries himself deep. His roar vibrates against my skin, primal and raw, and the sensation of being so full sends another wave of aftershocks trembling through me.
We collapse together, tangled in sweat and breathless kisses. He holds me tight, still inside me, his lips brushing my temple as our chests rise and fall in sync.
For a moment, we lie still in the silence.
Then he pulls me into an aggressive snuggle, groaning satisfactorily in his chest.
“So, princess…” he murmurs, voice still hoarse. “What was that news you were so excited to tell me?”
I grin, still dazed, running a hand down his chest. “Oh, that.”
I giggle, my heart racing as I finally let it spill. “I’m pregnant.”
For a beat, Jack just blinks down at me. “Pregnant?” he repeats, like he’s making sure he heard me right.
“Mm-hmm.” I drag my nail teasingly across his chest, smirking through my blush. “Knocked up. Bun in the oven. Your swimmers won, Daddy.”
It seems to take a second to process the information—I can almost see his thought process—but then I see it. His entire face changes. The hard, controlled mask he always wears cracks wide open, and raw joy floods in.
