Page 23 of The Club Princess

“Now I know why Gage has been screwing off lately. You’re fucking irresistible. He’s a strong man to walk away,” he whispers into my ear, kissing the shell of it as his fingers drift to pull at my panties. The other is still sprawled across my swollen stomach. “If it were me, I would never leave your tight cunt. Stay buried overnight.”

Licking my lips, I help take off my underwear and breathe out. “You should.”

His hand pushes at my thigh, and I open my legs so he can push a finger into my already soaking pussy. “Should what?”

“Keep yourself inside me all night after you’ve already had your fun,” I gasp when he adds a second one.

“Hmm. Who told you about that? Gage?”

“I feel how sore I am the next morning, but you’re never there,” I pout.

He sighs. “I know, baby. Next time, I’ll stay all night and won’t even share with Gage. How does that sound?”

I nod, losing my ability to talk as my chest rises and falls rapidly with his increasing touch. It’s getting harder to do anything as my belly grows, including catching my breath.

“You’re carrying our boy,” he whispers, kissing my hair as his fingers pump in and out of me. “You know how incredibly sexy it is to see you pregnant.”

“Shaw,” I whisper, hating that he just told me about our son like that.

He clicks his tongue. “Is that what you call me, baby?”

My pussy clenches around his fingers. “No…Grandpa.”

He growls in my ear and pulls his fingers out. He kicks at my feet. “Open your legs, hands on the mirror, and bend over so I can see that ass, fucking brat.”

I do what he says, keeping my head straight as I watch him. His fingers run along my white panties before he pulls them down and bares me to the cold room. Metal clinks as he undoes his belt and unzips his jeans.

“I’m dying for a taste of your sweet pussy, but we don’t have a lot of time, and I need to be inside you.”

“Please fuck me,” I whimper as he steps up behind me, his huge cock running along my wet folds. He pushes into me, stretching me so deliciously before pausing. His fingers twist into my hair, and he pulls my head back, I gasp.

“You think you’re cute calling me grandpa when that very well could be my damn kid?” He seethes, his dark eyes staring at mine through the mirror. “Huh? I’ve come inside this greedy cunt as much as Gage has, haven’t I?”

I try to nod, but he keeps my head still as he thrusts forward, forcing me to take the majority of him. I moan, uncaring if we’re heard.

“You’re a fucking slut for your daddy’s cock, aren’t you?” He rasps his gaze at where he’s disappearing between my legs. I gush at his words; it shouldn’t turn me on that he talks to me like that. But just like when Gage taunts me for being his whore, I’m getting wetter.

Shaw thrusts deeper, and I cry out, my fingers and toes curling. His cock throbs as I tighten down on him.

“Aren’t you? Answer me,” he demands.

“Yes!”

He smirks, pulling my hair a little more. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, pushing my ass into him for more.

He groans, letting go of me to slide both hands onto my belly and burying himself fully inside me. “You’re a fucking sight.”

His fingers knead at the taut skin of my stomach as he starts pumping in and out. I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of him.

“You think you can reach yourself, princess?” He rasps, picking up his pace.

I shake my head, uncaring if I get off. “Just come inside me.Please,” I beg, flicking my eyes to his and smirking. “Then you can taste your little princess’ pregnant pussy full of your cum when we get home.”

“Fuck,” he growls, his cock throbbing as he comes. Each spurt of his seed coats my walls in warmth as he holds himself deep against my cervix. “Who taught you to talk like that?”

I bite my lip. “You and Gage are the only men I’ve fucked.”

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