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Fuck, I’m moving too fast and babbling nonsense, but I can’t stop myself. The truth comes pouring out of me along with all the cum I’ve stored up just for her.

I grip the back of Bella’s neck and see the tears glistening in her eyes. “Really?” she asks with a hint of wonder in her voice.

I let out a horse laugh. “What do you mean, really? It's all I’ve wanted from the moment I first laid eyes on you.”

“That’s what I want too,” she breathes with a shy smile.

Joy like I’ve never known fills my entire being. “Then let Daddy take you home and worship you forever.”

Bella wraps her little arms around me and buries her face in my chest, and I know in this moment, that I'm never going to let her go.

My Bella. My love. My life.

My obsession.

EPILOGUE

One Year Later

Bella

I bitemy lip as I look at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing a baby doll that opens up in the front to show off my slightly swollen belly.

I lay my hand protectively over our daughter. Simon was thrilled when he found out we were having a daughter. He's already just as protective of her as he is of me. He’s going to be an amazing father.

I grin when I think of how psycho he's going to go when she gets old enough to start dating. I truly do pity the boys that want to date her. They're going to have to go through hell because I already know that no one is ever going to be good enough for Simon's daughter.

I glance at the clock once more. I can't wait for him to get home. I have a surprise for him to show him just how much I love him. It's not like it's a special occasion or anything. I just truly do enjoy doing nice things for my man.

The day he rescued me from the guy my father was going to marry me off to, he brought me home to his apartment, and I haven't been away from Simon since. I've never gone back to my father's mansion, and good riddance. The man never cared anything for me, and as far as I know, he hasn't looked for me. As soon as I didn't come home, he just wrote me off since I was no longer useful to him. I'm sure he was furious, and I'm sure he's written me out of his will, but I don't care about any of that. All I care about is Simon and the family we're starting together.

Shortly after Simon found out I was pregnant, he moved us right outside the city to a cute little cottage all our own. It’s not much, but it’s perfect for us, and we both love it.

I’m still a dancer, though it’s no longer the most important thing in my life. Simon is at every performance I give, but I’m on leave while I’m pregnant. I’m not taking any chances of harming our baby—not that Simon would stand for that anyway. He’s almost comically worried about me. He acts like I can barely walk on my own now, much less dance or pick up anything that weighs more than a pound.

I hear Simon’s car door slam outside and jump up and run to the front door. I'm like an over-eager child as I run and jump into his arms as soon as he walks through the door.

He catches me easily and plants a kiss on my forehead before he sits me down gently and admonishes me, “You shouldn't be running in your condition, princess—”

His voice trails off as his eyes sweep over me. His eyes darken with desire when he sees what I'm wearing. “Christ, are you trying to kill me?” He groans.

I grin up at him impishly and twirl my fingers around the hem of the baby doll. He hisses in a breath, and my eyes flick down to the erection tenting the front of his trousers. So perfect for what I have in mind…

“I just wanted to greet my daddy with enthusiasm like a good girl,” I tell him as I drop to my knees in front of him and slowly pull his hard length from his zipper. He groans as his heavy weight falls into my hands. Moisture is already beading his tip, and I lick my lips in anticipation.

He's so big and thick that I have to put both hands around him to stroke him as I gently kiss and lick and suck on just the tip of his cock.

“Fuck yes,” he groans as he spears his fingers in my hair. His head falls back, his eyes closed in euphoria as I worship his cock.

There's nothing I love more than giving my husband a blowjob and making him feel like the king he is. He's my savior, my husband, my everything. My life would be nothing without him, and I love giving him pleasure. I love the way it drives him insane when I get him to the brink of exploding and then edge off before building him back up again, slowly edging him until he’s shaking and panting.

“Bella,” he growls as he tries to pull back from me. I know what he wants, but I impose my will on him this time. I dig my hands into his thighs and take him as deep as I can into the back of my throat.

“Jesus!” he screams out. I feel the underside of his cock pulsing before I'm rewarded with his salty essence. I swirl my tongue along the tip and sensitive underside of his length, silently begging him to give it to me.

His hands fist in my hair as he lets loose a hefty roar. His seed blasts into the back of my throat, and I melt, practically purring with contentment as I immediately swallow and swallow, trying to keep any of it from spilling over, but of course, my husband comes so much that it starts leaking out the side of my mouth.

His legs shake as he looks down at me, his eyes darkening as he growls, “You're going to drive me insane, you know that?”

I cock my head to the side coquettishly as I quip up at him, “I thought you were the one who drove me around?”

“Oh, I’ll drive you,” he tells me as he pulls me to my feet and then hoists me up into his arms. His cock is already hard and ready to go again as he thrusts it deep inside me.

“I love you, Simon,” I gasp out the only truth in this world that matters anymore as I wrap my arms around my husband and hold on for the ride.

“I love you too, princess,” he groans out before he captures my lips with his, his tongue twining with mine as our bodies move together, creating the most perfect dance of our souls.

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