Page 71 of Very Bad Things

“I’m sorry,” he pants, looking down at me. “I’ve had so many fantasies about coming on those lips.” I drag my tongue across my lips, tasting his salty release. “Oh, you like it, don’t you?” He smiles, rubbing his thumb across my lip as he gathers more of his release and slips it into my mouth. I wrap my lips around the tip of his thumb, biting down softly. “So naughty.”

He reaches down to release the belt from my neck. “Go wash your mouth out, baby. Now it’s my turn to decide what I want to do with you.”

I strip out of my clothes while I’m in the bathroom, walking out slowly to see him sitting on the end of the bed.

“Now that is a vision I want for the rest of my life.” He holds out his arms toward me as I approach, pulling me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. “You are so beautiful, baby, so stunning.” His lips find mine and the kiss is soft and warm. His tongue is demanding, his hands gripping my waist as he pulls me against him. “I will never tire of kissing these lips, of holding this body, of tasting you.” He trails his warm breath down my neck and over my collarbones as he tells me how much he loves me.

I push his shirt from his shoulders, dragging my nails softly over his skin. “Are they still there?” I ask, looking for the marks from my fingernails.

“They are.” He chuckles, dragging my fingertips down to where they’ve scarred.

“Oh my God, I was joking.” I trace the small mark I left on him. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you dare apologize. I want to be covered in your scratches and bite marks. I wear them like a badge of honor, baby, knowing I can make you lose complete control like that with me. Hell, maybe I’ll tattoo them on me.” I laugh and he leans in to bite down on my nipples. “Or maybe I’ll just mark you as well so that you have a permanent reminder that you belong to me.”

He lifts me, turning us around as he lays me on the bed. He removes the rest of his clothes, slowly crawling up my body as he peppers my skin with kisses.

“I want to know there’s no part of you that hasn’t had my lips or tongue on or in it.”

“Did you really get yourself off to thoughts of getting me pregnant?”

“Mm-hmm, many times.” He runs his hand over my breasts down to my belly. “It’s not just the thought of coming in you with nothing between us; it’s about knowing that you’ll be growing a part of me inside you. The idea of seeing your belly swollen, your breasts full, your hips widen… probably some evolutionary biology kink that dates back to caveman or something but it’s more than that. It’s not just a fantasy; it’s the idea that our love manifests into a human that is equal parts both of us.”

“So poetic.” I fight back tears at his words. Carson and I never got to this point in our relationship. Sure, we talked about having kids one day, about the fact that we both wanted a family, but we never expressed desires like this. “Is that why you said you weren’t worried about it on the boat after we didn’t use protection?”

“Yes. I knew even then what I wanted with you. I knew you were going to be mine.”

“Presumptuous much?” I laugh.

“Not at all. I saw the way you looked at me, the way your body responded to me. You wanted me to take you, to control you… And now, I want to ravish you. I want to worship every inch of you.” His hands trail down my thighs as he sits back, pushing my legs apart. “I want to devour your delicious pussy until you’re dripping off my tongue.” He doesn’t hesitate, leaning in to drag his tongue up my slit as his shoulders press my knees wide.

Within minutes I’m coming undone on his tongue and he’s sliding himself inside me. It’s not rushed or frantic. It’s slow and deep, his eyes on mine as he reminds me that I’m his. When we find our release together, he’s still on top of me, kissing my lips sweetly.

“Now, I’m going to flip you over and defile you.” He grips my chin gently, my eyes locked on his. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, so deep that you’re not going to be able to sit down for a week as punishment for leaving me. Every time you move or breathe, I want you reminded that my cock is the only cock that will ever be inside you again. I’m the only person who will ever bring you pleasure again. I want you screaming my name so loud that every time you hear it after this, your body will ache for me.”

22

WESTON

“Daddy?”

I crack my eyes open, the sound of Daisy’s little footsteps coming down the hallway toward my bedroom.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Daphne scrambles awake, trying to slide off the bed before Daisy enters but I grab her arms.

“Hey, hey, where do you think you’re going?”

“I don’t think that telling her we’re seeing each other by having her walk in with me in your bed is a great idea.” She tries to wriggle away again but I stop her.

“Seeingeach other?” I reach for my shirt and hand it to her so she feels more comfortable. “We aren’t seeing each other, Daphne. We’re together as in getting married as in I very well could have put a baby inside you last night.”

“I don’t think it happens that quickly but—”

“I’m serious, let me handle it. It will be fine.”

The door slowly cracks open as Daisy trudges into the room. She drops her rainbow unicorn stuffed animal and bends down to pick it up before crawling into bed with us, completely oblivious. I pick her up and swing her around so she’s facing only me.

“Morning, Daddy.” She yawns, stretching her arms overhead. “I don’t want go to school today.”

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