Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

Walt

The headboard creaked under the strength of his grip, and he forced himself to loosen his hands before something broke.

He had self-control—at least he used to. Susan wasn’t making it easy to keep his hands to himself and let her play. Every touch, every kiss… every damned breath she exhaled drove him nuts.

If he hadn’t known better, he’d have thought she was tormenting him on purpose, but he wasn’t about to make her stop.

Not yet.

Besides, she wasn’t edging him like he’d done to her, so he supposed turnabout was only fair.

She squeezed the base of his cock, making him stifle a groan as she hollowed her cheeks to increase the suction.

“Fuck, babygirl. You suck me so good.” His thighs quivered with the effort of holding himself still. “Look at me. I want to see your face.”

Slowly, almost painfully so, she worked her way up his cock and let him go. He felt a scant moment of relief followed by loss. She smiled as she focused on his face with those big brown eyes.

“Maybe I should blindfold you,” she said after clearing her throat.

Without warning, he pulled her up his body, then rolled until she was under him.

“Maybe I created a monster.” He kissed her, silencing her squeak of surprise as he tasted himself on her swollen lips.

After wrapping her legs around his waist, she lifted her hips and moaned into his mouth. Deepening their kiss, he played with her nipples instead of taking her tacit invitation to thrust inside her.

Logically, he knew he could. She’d already told him she used contraception and was healthy—as was he. However, he wouldn’t take that step without discussing it with her first.

As if she heard his inner thoughts, she tightened her legs around him and reached blindly for the box of condoms on the nightstand. Before she could knock it to the floor, he grabbed the box and tore it open.

“Is this what you want, sweetheart? Do you want Daddy to fuck you?”

“Please,” she whispered as she lifted her head to kiss his throat. “I need you, Daddy.”

“What else?” He lowered his head and sucked a hard nipple into his mouth.

“Oh!” She tightened her hands in his hair, holding him against her breast. “More, Daddy!”

Walt bit down on the tender nub, but not too hard. When she cried out wordlessly, he swapped to the other one and nipped.

“Daddy!”

“What else, baby? Use your words.”

She tugged his hair to make him lift his head. “I want you to fuck me, Walt. I?—”

When she didn’t finish her sentence, he pinched her nipple between two fingers, eliciting a pained whine. “Tell me, baby.”

“I…” She hesitated, then said, “I want you to talk dirty to me, Daddy.”

“Oh, really?” Hiding a smile, he kissed a path from her collarbone to the sensitive spot under her ear, then purred, “I can’t imagine anything I’d like better than to tell you how sweet your pretty pussy tastes, and how much I want to bury my cock deep inside you.”

“I want that too.”

“And I suppose I should tell you how much I want to put you on your hands and knees and fuck you from behind until you scream for me.”

“Yes, please, Daddy!” Her breaths came faster, and she whined as she tried to position herself under his cock.

“Or maybe I should put a vibe in that tasty cunt while I fuck your ass. Would you like that, baby? Would you like it if I spanked you while I use that beautiful bottom for my own pleasure? Maybe I’ll make you come until you cry pretty tears for me because making my babygirl cry from pleasure gets my cock hard.”

For a moment, he wondered if he’d gone too far, but she lifted her hips and shuddered when he allowed her to brush her wet core against his shaft.

“Oh, god.” She squeezed her eyes closed and dug her short nails into his shoulders. “I want it so bad, Daddy.”

“Then tell me. Use those filthy, naughty words and tell Daddy what you want.”

It was one thing to build a fantasy with words. It was quite another to turn those words into action. Walt wouldn’t move forward until he was absolutely sure Susan wanted it.

“I want all of it.” Gazing at him steadily, she lifted her arms over her head and twisted her fingers around the headboard. “I’m yours, Daddy. I want you to fuck me bare and tell me you hope my birth control fails. I want you to tell me you’ll breed me and make me big with your baby, and then I want you to make me come until I cry just for you.”

He shivered with longing and took a deep breath in a desperate attempt to drive that long-held fantasy from his head. “If you consent, we’ll skip the condom, but?—”

“I know it’s too soon, Walt, but that’s my fantasy.” She sat up and cupped his face in her warm hands. “I want to picture it in my head. I want to imagine being yours. I want to pretend you’re breeding me, and even though it won’t happen, I’ll still be thinking about having a blue-eyed child that looks just like you.”

Without hesitation, he spilled everything he’d held back for way too long. “I want to put a baby in you, sweetheart. I want to run my hands over your belly and fuck you until you scream for me.”

He circled her throat with his fingers and squeezed gently until she gasped. “I want your birth control to fail. I want to fill you up with a baby because you’ll be a wonderful mother. I’ll worship every fucking inch of you, but I have one hard limit.”

Susan

Tears burned her sinuses, but she forced them back. As usual, she’d gone too far.

Why did she have to push so hard?

“I’m sorry.” She tried to extricate herself from his tight embrace, but he wouldn’t let go. “Do you need to safeword?”

He eased his hold on her and kissed her forehead. “No, baby. My limit is that you’re going to check off at least three things from your bucket list and finish college before I knock you up.”

“I—”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t pretend, Susan. It just means we’re not going to do it tonight.” He brushed his thumb under her eyes to wipe away burgeoning tears. “Because I do want it, but I want you to have your dreams first. Okay?”

“I…” She sniffed and let her head fall to the pillow. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He kissed her gently, painfully sweetly, erasing her tears with his achingly soft touch. “With luck, we’ll get triplets. I want all girls so I can spoil them.”

She laughed and shook her head. “I’m calling red on triplets.”

“Twins, then, but college and three things off your bucket list first.”

“Forget the bucket list.” She wrapped her fingers around the headboard. “Fuck me and leave bruises, Daddy.”

“Yellow on the bruises,” he retorted. “Green on the fucking you.”

“Fair enough.”

Susan wanted the bruises though. She wanted to look at them and remember their night forever but understood his trepidation.

How had she gotten so lucky? Walt was… everything. Even though she was nervous, she wanted all the things he said and more. He would make it perfect for her—even if her wishes wouldn’t come true right away.

Then again, she didn’t really want them to. He was right. She wasn’t ready for children, and although she couldn’t imagine her life without Walt in it, their relationship was too new and fragile. Susan didn’t dare risk it. She certainly didn’t want to tell him about the last entry on her bucket list, even though it was most definitely crossed off.

For now…

She packed her mixed-up emotions in a mental cage and knocked the box of condoms off the nightstand.

Walt’s eyes crinkled with humor and he booped her nose. “Naughty kitty.”

“Purr?”

“I plan to make you do exactly that,” he murmured. “Right after I make you scream my name.”

Lowering his head, he kissed her as he eased his thick shaft into her welcoming channel. He captured her pleasured moans with his lips on hers and thrust hard, stretching her almost painfully. She gasped at the throbbing sting, but it felt so darned good.

His large body covered hers, and she had a faint, unpleasant memory of Edward rutting over her as he pumped into her like a jackrabbit, but it disappeared under Walt’s slow, methodical thrusts, angled to catch every sweet spot she had.

She tightened her legs around his hips and sank her nails into his ass, desperate to hold on, determined to never let go.

“Touch your clit, baby.” He trailed kisses down her throat and nipped hard. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

“Yes! Please, Daddy!” She reached between their bodies and touched herself, gasping at the overwhelming surge of need coursing into her belly.

“Maybe I should fuck your ass until we’re ready for you to get pregnant.”

The soft, gravelly words should have scared her, but her core tightened around him, making him hiss out a breath.

Before she could gather enough air to reply, he asked, “Do you like that idea, little girl? Do you like the idea of being on your hands and knees while Daddy fucks your ass?”

“Oh, god!”

“Daddy,” he corrected. “You pray to me now.”

Walt’s order mixed with her ongoing confusion about how her faith would look post-Shepherds. She might not believe in God so much anymore, but she believed in her Daddy.

Lightning burst behind her closed eyelids as she shattered in his arms. The tempest swept her along, stealing her words and thoughts as it tossed her under the waves.

As if from a distance, she heard him shout her name. She whimpered his, unable to force anything louder than a whisper past her trembling lips.

“Again, baby.” He slipped his hand under her bottom and lifted her to meet his violent thrusts.

Tears slipped from her eyes, not of pain, but from the surfeit of sensation. He stilled, then kissed the wetness away and murmured, “Sweetheart, give me a color.”

“G-green, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He dug his fingers into her ass and brushed his lips over her ear. “Your tears make my dick hard, baby. Rub that sweet clit. I want you to come again.”

Blood rushed into her head and her vision darkened as another climax gathered strength in her core. Her heart pounded erratically, making her wonder if she would die from the overwhelming pleasure.

She wouldn’t mind.