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CHAPTER13
She’s a real Good Girl~Carter
Six Months Later
"Can we just live here?"Brooklyn mumbled from the other room. We were in the Maldives for a little impromptu pre-honeymoon. Six months had passed since I asked her to stay with me forever. I proposed to her a week after she officially moved into my house.
"Is our penthouse no longer up to par?" I asked, stepping into the bedroom.
"It's all right, I guess." She enjoyed getting under my skin and being a little brat.
"And this vacation suite? Does it meet the future Mrs. Castle's standards?"
"It'll do." The words dripped from her lips nonchalantly.
I peered in her direction as I poured myself a drink. Her luscious pregnant body was sprawled out on the bed, and her eyes locked on the blood-orange sky. She complained about the shape of belly because it was in the shape of a B and often tried to hide it from me, but I was stubborn. No matter how many dips it formed I wanted her naked at all times with her belly on display for me to touch, kiss and admire. I stared at her, and I knew she could feel it because her mouth twitched in a smirk. God, she was perfect. Like unreal. We've been here for a couple days, and it's been bliss. Once she accepted my invitation to move in, I let her re-decorate to her liking. Positive that I would come home one day to pink walls and a bedroom full of stuffed animals, she shocked me with her good taste. Soft couches, accent pieces, and flavorful candles littered our home, and it was perfect.
I let my father know that I was done letting him push me around. Giving him an heir to Castle Realty was less of a priority than loving my fiancée. I made sure he understood that when the twins were born, they wouldn't be part of the family business. They would grow up like every other kid, eat junk, go to summer camp, and get dirty. A "luxury" I never had.
"What are you thinking about, Daddy?" she asked as she struggled to roll over on her back.
I swallowed my sip. "You. Did you call your brother?"
I hooked Lincoln up with a studio apartment, but he had to agree to get his GED. Turned out the kid was pretty damn smart. He enrolled at Stonebridge Technical college and majored in mechanical studies. I asked Aiden if he knew anyone who could give the kid a chance with his record and wouldn't ask questions. Lucky for Lincoln, Aiden had a friend who owned a towing company. His name was Dylan.
"Yeah. He has tons of homework, so he didn't talk long."
"Mmhmm."
She turned to face me and then rolled her head back to the other side. She was so fucking cute. I rounded the front of the bed, forcing my length into her line of sight. She used to look away. Now she just licked her lips and teased me.
"I gave you all this. A good girl would tell daddy thank you…"
"And if I don't?" she purred.
I bit my lip and grabbed the sheet to yank it off her. "Then daddy might have to rip it all away."
She shrieked, her body curling up defensively, and I pounced on the bed. I straddled her, putting my hands on either side of her head to cage her in as I leaned down, devouring her neck.
"You smell like candy."
"I taste like it too…"
I pulled away enough to look at her. She gave me a small "innocent" smile, and I kissed down between her breasts, down over her Pooh Bear belly, taking my time around her navel because it made her giggle, and I fucking loved how girly and cute that sound was before my mouth closed around her sweet cunt. Fuck, it was sweet. Very sweet.
"What is that?" I asked, focusing on the round candy between her lips.
"Cherry cordials," she said, holding her hand open. "Compliments of the hotel. You want one?"
I bit the candy out of her hand. It had a chocolate shell with syrup on the inside and, of course, a maraschino cherry. The juices spilled down my chin and onto her hard nipples when I bit into it.
I grinned wickedly before licking it off. My touch made her back arch and her lips part. Soft whimpers left her lips, and my hand found her sensitive clit. I worked it and refused to break my eye contact. I now knew exactly how to make her wither, and it didn't take long for her to reach the edge. She had sensitive nipples that begged to be sucked and a clit that responded if stroked in a rapid movement. Her hands found their way into my hair as she gasped for air. Her body froze, and that little cry that made my cock a dripping mess oozed off her tongue. I took until she forced my mouth from her pussy. I resisted because I loved making her cry in pleasure and witnessing her become a mess under my touch. I lifted and focused on the jerking movements her body made from my tongue.
"Oh, we aren't done, sweetheart. Not even close."
"But you already filled me up this morning and afternoon. I can't take anymore." She pouted her lips in protest.
I stroked her soft cheeks, wiping away the leftover tears of pleasure I made her shed. Her hair was in two pigtail buns, and her soft feet were covered with a pair of fluffy pink socks.
