Page 78 of Broken Daddy

“Fuck, I want to come,” she gasps, trying to stay quiet as she rubs her ass against me. “Please, Nathan. Make me feel good. I’ve been thinking about this—” She breaks off into a choked sob as I slip two fingers just into her entrance. Her pussy tightens around them.

“You’ve been thinking about this? How long?” I growl it into her ear, reveling in the whimper and shiver my words pull out of her.

“Since—since last time,” she admits. “Before that. I don’t know. I think about it all the time. I—I want you to fuck me. Like you did in the bed that night.”

Chuckling darkly, I tell her, “I can’t promise that, Genevieve. I was a gentleman that night. Today, I’m anything but. I’ve been thinking about fucking you, too, and I’m not going to be able to take my time.”

Her pussy gushes as I press a palm against it, then pull my hand back to pump my cock. The slick of her desire is enough to create a delicious friction that has my head dropping back as I fuck my hand.

But it’s been weeks of getting myself off. No, I need more tonight.

I need her.

She’smine.

“Mmm, please,” she begs as I press a hand down on her lower back.

“Don’t move,” I warn. “Be a good girl for me and I’ll make you come.”

Slowly, I ease my cock into her tight pussy. She’s soaked, the muscles gripping me as I ease in. It takes all of my focus not to come right there. I made her a promise.

The first stroke almost undoes me. My eyes roll back in my head as I curse, pulling almost all the way out until her pussy throbs and tightens.

Then I thrust back in.

Hard.

Stretching her until she’s quivering, buried inside her with my hips pressing into her ass and my hand still on her lower back.

“Good,” I murmur, leaning over and reaching for her throat again. I tip her head up and back so I can steal a sloppy kiss, thrusting again in fast, short bursts. “You’re being so good for me, Gen. You want to come on my cock like this? You like when I fuck you against the desk?”

Her tits are dragging against the wood as they bounce, nipples hard and peaked. “Y-yes,” she mumbles, biting her lip. “Fuck, yes, Nate, just like that. Please. Can I—”

She doesn’t finish the question but snakes her hand between her legs.

“What?” I grunt. “You want to play with yourself while I fuck you?”

Her back is arched, perky ass slapping against me rhythmically. Gen whines and nods, her fingers working quickly.

“You can.” And then I demand, “Kiss me.”

She tips her head back and lets me devour her mouth again. I plunge my tongue between her lips, wet and messy, sucking and licking. The combination of her hot mouth and her wet, pulsing pussy almost pushes me over the edge.

I need to finish this before it’s too much.

Pulling her hand away from between her legs, I replace it with mine and work at her clit unforgivingly. Circling, pressing, giving it a gentle pinch that startles a yelp out of her. Gen’s legs are shaking beneath me. My cock throbs, thickening as I get closer and closer to the edge, balls tightening. I tower over her and pound into her harder, changing the pace of my fingers on her clit to an unpredictable rhythm.

She makes a strangled sound of pleasure, orgasming so hard I can literally feel her pussy milking me for all I’m worth. My body gives in readily, filling her with hot cum as I keep thrusting on autopilot, vision going black around the edges.

In that moment, my other senses take over. Her body is flushed, hot, her skin damp with sweat, her belly a little swell under my hand. In my other hand, her breasts bounce and jiggle.

When it’s over, I want nothing more than to sink to the ground with her. There’s something feral about this, about wanting to stay buried in her while she’s full of my seed. Somehow, I want her even more now that she’s pregnant with my child.

“Damn,” I breathe, trying to catch my breath. “You’re going to be the death of me, Gen Walker.”

She’s catching her breath, too, and doesn’t speak right away. Anxiety makes me wonder—is she regretting this? Is it just the hormones making her want me like this?

But her body relaxes against mine and I sling an arm around her waist, holding us both up on weak legs. Our breathing syncs and in that moment my life seems whole. Perfect.

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