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He sinks his teeth into my skin and sucks on the freckle, my pulse that he loves so much. And my eyes sting even as I moan. A lump forms in my throat even as I push back against his thrusts, my pussy so wet that the juices are running down my thighs, soaking into my lily-white garter.
And I can’t help but whisper, “He’s… He’s leaving his mark on me, Daddy.”
Ledger grunts in my skin, satisfied and approving.
“And I think… I think he’s doing it on purpose.”
Another grunt. But this time he lets my skin go with a pop and asks, “Why’s that?”
“So when I… When I walk down the aisle and stand in front of the minister a-and the m-man I’m going to marry, everyone can see who I belong to. Everyone can see what he did to me.”
He grunts for the third time and takes a few moments to simply fuck me.
Simply move inside of me with abandon.
And I let him, not only because I don’t have a choice right now, but also because the more he makes me say these things, the less shocked I become.
Less shy and more free.
Because why shouldn’t I?
It’s the man I love and if I can’t let him claim me proudly in front of the world, then I’ll do it here. Standing at the window, watching the whole world as he fucks me from behind.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Ledger whispers like the devil in my ears.
The devil who’s my god. “Yes, Daddy. B-but I…”
“You what?”
“But I love it more when…” My breath hiccups when he hits me right on my G-spot, his piercings doing a number on me. “When he comes inside of me.”
He breathes out a puff of air that sounds suspiciously like a low chuckle. “Yeah, you do. It’s obvious, isn’t it?”
His hand leaves my ass and slides up to my belly. The belly that you can’t really see in the dress but you can feel it when you touch me.
And he does.
He splays his palm wide, cupping my bump, cupping his babies that are resting inside, and my pussy clenches over his rod at the blatant display of his possession and dominance.
At the blatant display of his ownership, not only of me but of them too.
“It’s obvious what you let him do to you,” he says, digging his fingers into my bump. “And look what happened.”
“Uh-huh, I got p-pregnant.”
“Yeah, you did,” he rasps, his hips slapping against my ass. “And now you’ve got a swollen belly that you run around hiding from the world.”
“I-I don’t want to though.”
“No?”
I shake my head, my vision blurry. “No.”
He moves his hand from my belly up to my chest. “And what about these fat tits, huh?”
I moan when he squeezes one. “They won’t…”
“They won’t what?”
“They won’t fit in my dress, Daddy.”
Another puff of air as he plumps up my flesh. “Of course they don’t. Because that’s what happens when you spread your legs for a guy and let him come inside you, isn’t it? You get bred. You get your belly full of his babies and your tits full of milk.”
I move my head back and forth, barely able to keep my eyes open now. Barely able to watch my father laughing with Mr. Vandekamp, completely oblivious to what’s happening to his daughter. Completely oblivious to how I’m breaking his rules and letting the daddy of my babies fuck me before I march down the aisle.
While he pinches my nipple and I whine again, jerking and jerking against him. Even so, I say, “Not yet, Daddy. My tits…”
“It’s going to happen soon though, yeah?” he whispers and then groans as if he can’t wait for it to happen, for my tits to get even fatter with milk. “It’s going to happen, and trust me when I say that guy, that fucking asshole, who put his babies in you, he’s not going to leave you alone. He’s not going to fucking let you go. He’s going to be on you, do you understand? As soon as you’re done feeding his babies, it’s going to be his turn to feed. And he’ll latch onto you. To your tits and drink and drink and fucking drain your titties.”
And I imagine that.
I can’t help but imagine that.
His mouth on my milky tits, suckling and drinking from me. While our babies sleep after being fed.
It pushes me so over the edge that I can’t help but claw on the glass and warn him, “Oh God, Ledger, I think I’m going to —”
“But you don’t have to worry about that now, do you?” he rasps, his breathing heavy and his strokes getting faster and faster. “You’ve still got time. For now, the only thing you have to worry about is how your cunt is going to be full of his cum as you walk down the aisle. How you’ll reek of him as you stand before that piece of shit fiancé of yours and he’ll have no clue that someone already got there first. Someone already beat him to your pussy. Someone already filled your womb and your cunt and made you his whore.”
