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“Yes!”
“Ride you hard until you’re begging for me to plant my seed?”
“Always.”
“Then present yourself to me. Show Daddy that you’re ready to be a mommy.”
She presses her hips into the air, her face burying in the pillow at the same time.
I strip down, too, so there’s nothing between us. Skin on skin.
“Once isn’t going to be enough,” I growl as I slap my cock against her clit.
She moans and rocks back against me.
“I’m going to give you all the babies.” Her slick heat embraces my erection, the soft gash of her pussy giving me something to rut against, then thrust into. I mount her exactly as I promised I would, covering her from behind.
She’s so fucking little beneath me, a trembling girl, but her pussy is hot as fuck and already twitching. I wrap my arms around her, one hand going to her throat, the other firmly pressed against her breasts like an iron bar.
“You know what happens next?” I breathe in her ear. “After my seed takes inside you? It’ll make your tits all sensitive. Achy. And then big and milky. I’ll have to be so gentle with you when you’re pregnant. You think we’re already on a countdown to that? No more hard fucking once Goldilocks is bred.”
She mewls beneath me, her hips rocking back frantically.
I’m breathing hard on top of her, my balls churning for release. “Not until you’ve given birth to our child,” I whisper. “And then we’ll do it again.”
She cries into her pillow, her fists clenching it to her face, and then I feel the sweet spasm of her coming around my cock.
“Did you just come for me? What a good girl. What a very good girl you are,” I croon as I snap my hips forward, again and again. “Oh, Jesus, Abby. Fucking take it. God damn it, your pussy is too fucking tight for this world. Take my come, here it is. All for you. God…Abby…Uh…” The last snap of my hips drives her flat onto the bed, and I catch myself before I crush her.
Deep in her pussy, my cock pulses. Long, lusty spurts, exactly where she wanted them.
CHAPTER21
ABIGAIL
We sleep in. Justin makes the executive decision that we won’t drive all the way to San Diego today and tells me I can pick our next destination on this road trip—after I climb on top of him and ride him slowly.
It’s not that slow, once I get going.
I reprise my attempt from the last night to be a seductive ingenue, and I’m marginally better today. I get three lines into my sexy talk before I start blushing, and Justin takes over.
He’s better at it, anyway. When he calls himself Daddy, with that hard look in his eye, like a spanking is imminent, I melt for him.
Then we have a leisurely brunch before leaving the resort, and I’m glad we did because we hit traffic halfway to Los Angeles, and it’s dinnertime when we finally arrive at the hotel I’ve picked—one I’ve stayed at before, and one that is apparently a nightmare to drive to, and park a pickup truck at.
“It’s fine,” Justin says for the umpteenth time once we’re checking in.
For all the bluster that the company’s principal secretary made yesterday, my credit card still works today, so I booked us into a suite before we left Redding.
“Welcome back, Ms. Forrest,” the concierge says. “This way.”
Justin raises his eyebrows at me, and I shrug it off. So I get good service at certain five-star hotels.
We’re whisked to a private elevator, and up to one of the suite floors. It’s not even their best suite—I’m not spending that much of my precious, limited allowance on this—but Justin still whistles when he sees the room. “This is definitely worth fighting traffic over.” He waits until the concierge is gone, then drops his bag and charges at me. “But you’re still getting a paddling for the valet wanting to take my truck to God knows where.”
I hop over the nearest couch, then roll away from him, giggling. “I have the advantage,” I shriek as I sprint into the kitchen, which spills into a butler’s pantry, which…I think there’s a bedroom back here…
“Got you,” he growls, catching me from behind.
