Page 80 of Stay Baby Stay

“You want Daddy to touch you here?” he whispers. I nod.

He slides his hand into the waistband of my panties and cups me with nothing between us.

“You’re so fucking slick, baby,” he rasps. “Has your pussy been crying for Daddy?”

I whine softly as he dips between my folds, spreading wetness all over my clit. He paints small circles over the sensitive bud as I hump his fingertips.

My body feels more alive now than it’s ever been. I lose myself in the sensory experience of being completely surrounded by this man. Protected and secreted away from all the bad things and bad people in the world.

“I can’t wait another goddamn second to get inside you.” Cal tugs my panties down. I work them the rest of the way off as he frees his cock from his boxers. I feel the heat of him against my ass, silk draped over wood.

He angles the head of his cock between my thighs, gliding back forth along my soaked pussy. Each time he brushes my clit, a pleasurable burst of fireworks goes off inside me.

I lift my leg so he can enter me. My muscles are still new to this, and it takes a few seconds to adjust to the feeling of something so thick pushing into me. He holds his breath as he eases into me slowly, exhaling only when he’s fully engulfed. As he eases out and then glides back in, I can’t help the moan that follows.

Cal puts his hand over my mouth. “Shh, baby.”

He keeps his hand on my lips as he fucks me. Slowly and deeply and in total silence. As if he doesn’t want any distractions for either of us. Only leaving room for the slide and the press of our bodies. Together. I lose myself in the rhythm of his thrusts, in the force of his desire for me. Reaching between my thighs, he resumes stroking my clit as he works his cock in and out of my pussy.

I sense him letting go a little, pushing harder than before, like he’s losing control over his own impulses. I love the harshness of it, the ferocity. Him using my pussy to get off, as he works his fingers to pleasure me.

He needs this.Weneed this. A chance to let go, to forget, to release. The quiet echoes of discomfort I feel are nothing compared to the pleasure mounting inside me.

He slides two fingers into my mouth as my orgasm hits me, ricocheting through my pelvis at the same moment as a stray thought enters my brain: if something bad were to happen to this man, I would die. I would shatter into a million little pieces.

I bite down on his fingers as my inner muscles clench around his cock. His last few thrusts are relentless. His teeth scrape my shoulder through my shirt, as mine etch dents into his fingers.

He pulls me tightly to him, driving, burrowing. His cock throbs. I feel it go rigid inside me as his body tenses.

And he comes...and comes...and comes.

This is a dangerous game we’re playing, fucking without a condom. I could get pregnant. There’s a real possibility that I could already be pregnant.

A week ago, the thought of having a baby would’ve been absolutely terrifying. The thought of it scares me now, but not the way it used to. I think I could do it if I had a good, supportive man beside me. Someone nurturing and protective.

“I know what I want,” I whisper around his fingers. He withdraws them.

“What’s that, sweetheart?” he mumbles, his voice rough.

“You asked me to think about what I want for my future. I said I wanted a house. I know I want a play room for me, and a bedroom for Kenzie. But I think I might also want...a nursery.”

When he doesn’t respond right away, I assume I’ve either stunned him, or he’s fallen asleep.

Then I feel his lips on my neck, and his arms tighten around me.

“What does it look like?” he asks. “Paint me a picture with words.”

As I visualize and describe my dream baby’s dream nursery, there’s no doubt in my mind that this thing between us isn’t just about the things we do with our bodies.

I’m in love with Cal. I have been from the moment I sat in his lap the night of the party.

Before I knew his real name or where he lived, I knew he was a good man. I felt it instinctively, the same way I could tell he was the only good man in the room.

He brought me home and introduced me to parts of myself I didn’t know existed. Facets of my diamond heart that were too scuffed or tarnished to show themselves. He plucked me out of the darkness and held me up to the light, and I gleamed for him. I’m still glimmering…even now

“I am gonna do everything in my power to give you the life that you deserve, Holly,” he says. “I’m gonna catch the man who attacked your friend and end this nightmare for all of us. So we can start building a life together.”

“I want that so much,” I whisper.

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