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She whimpered, and I stepped closer, hand still wrapped around my aching flesh. A drop of precum coated my fingers, and I gave her taste, forcing my fingers past her luscious lips.

“Is it sweet or salty?”

She blushed, embarrassed to speak, and a low moan vibrated off my chest at her gesture. Getting her in the bed was simple, and once she was on her side, with her bare ass to my cock, I gave her bubble butt a nice smack. It wasn’t hard but strong enough to leave a light sting.

“Umm….I never did this while pregnant.” She said in a whisper.

I brushed her hair out of her face and placed a small kiss on her shoulder. “I know. Relax and let Daddy take care of you.”

With my dick lined up to her entrance and my arm firmly placed around her bump, I teased her hole, probing my throbbing head at her pussy. The anticipation almost killed her, and then I slid inside, her warmth cloaking my aching flesh like a heated blanket. I told myself I would go slow and savor this moment, but feeling her all over again after months had my pulse surged, and any ounce of self-control was desperately slipping away.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered before sliding out and then back in. Each thrust was harder than the next, and soon our breaths stuttered at the same beat.

“Fuck baby, you’re so damn beautiful.” Stretched moans escaped her lips, and then she gasped. Like a vice, her pussy clamped around my cock, and I released. I filled her up and coated her walls. Our breaths returned to normal, and it took everything in me to pull out. Audible dribbles seeped off her lips as I slid out, releasing the stream of come that pooled in her folds. Seeing what I did to her made me want to blow another load in her sweet little cunt, but I couldn’t force another round out of her.

CHAPTER6

Remy

Streams of sunlightwoke me from my sleep, and I turned to find Daddy already out of bed. I looked down at the crumpled sheets and glided my fingers through the warm satin threads that still smelled like him. Musk and wood. He held onto my bump all night, his strong arms holding me like a prisoner against his armored chest as his fingers massaged my scalp.

Sleeping hasn’t been comfortable since I lost the ability to bend down, but being in his arms made me melt. His stubbled chin on top of my head aided in all my worries evaporating into thin air. I felt safe, safer than I have ever felt before. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, snatching me from my thoughts. It was Samantha, asking me if I was still alive and if I had eaten. She knew how cranky I would get if I went too long without food or snacks.

When Jaime saw the text on my phone yesterday, I thought he would have called it quits right then. Cody wasn’t the father of my babies. We had a paternity test taken at the hospital. The whole ordeal was excruciating. I had to watch Cody pretend as if he cared, but I knew he didn’t.

He jetted out of the hospital so fast once the testing was done. I told him he didn’t have to worry about the results, and the sigh of relief he displayed once I uttered those words let me know that I had made the right decision to let him go. I didn’t want Cody in my life anymore, and I sure as hell didn’t want him in my baby’s life.

I tried to tell Jaimie that the babies weren’t Cody’s, but his cheeks were fire engine red, and I didn’t want him to blow a gasket. Seeing him so upset made me sick to my stomach. He was doing everything he could to make me feel safe and cared for.

My nose wrinkled at the smell of cinnamon pancakes, and hazelnut coffee seeped through the entire penthouse. I loved cinnamon anything, and I was thankful pregnancy didn’t ruin it for me.

“Baby girl?” He called from the kitchen.

His voice was tender. I rolled over, squishing the paternity pillow that laid next to me, and lifted. I slid my feet into the cloud plush slippers that waited for me below the bed and headed toward the door. As my slippers glided across the wood floor, maple-flavored bacon and crisp buttered toast invaded my nostrils.

My walk slowed to a saunter at the sound of a raspy voice echoing through the kitchen door. It sounded older and bossy. It sounded like his mother. He never talked about his family, and I knew the agency insisted that suitors kept personal details private from us, but Jaimie was a stranger to me.

It was an odd feeling, the idea of starting a family with someone I knew nothing about. I didn’t know his phone number or his last name. I pressed the shell of my ear against the door as I listened to the withering voice. Daddy remained silent, except for the ice cubes clattering against the glass as he slurped his liquor. I had no idea whose Jaimie’s mother was, but she had to be a force to reckon with to drive him to drink this early in the morning. The conversation started to die between them, but before I could push the kitchen door open, the next sentence stopped me in my tracks.

“Do you know if the babies are yours? Hmm?”

“It doesn’t matter if they are or aren’t mine. I’m still going to take care of her”

“Oh, well, you should know, Jaimie. Don’t fall into the poor whore’s web without knowing all the facts.”

“Mother!”

“Well, I’m not surprised; you’ve always made poor decisions. That’s why shares are down three percent this quarter”.

“That’s business-per-usual, mother, not bad business practices. Selling commercial property is not like selling a house.”

“Did you tell your uncle about your little mistake? He would want to know.”

“Why would I tell him?”

“Because there was a clause in your inheritance that your father never told you about, and of course, you wouldn’t have known because you never did read the fine print on anything.”

“What!”

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