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She breaks me too. Cracks me wide open and sweeps into every crevice remaining in my heart and soul. They light up like the sun, my obsession with her growing, growing, so vast it's overwhelming. And still it's not enough. Still, I want more of her. Until she runs through my veins and I exist purely on her. Her love, her light, her smiles.
I flip her onto her back with a roar, throwing her legs up over my shoulders. And then daddy really goes to work. My hips crash into hers, my balls slapping her ass as I fuck my way into her soul, claiming every inch of her along the way. She screams her pleasure, clawing my arms, begging for more, more.
It's a good thing we have the place to ourselves because my princess is a dirty little girl. She demands everything I have, begging for me to go harder, to fuck her deeper. I bite her nipples, tormenting them with pleasure and pain that only spurs her on. I'm rough with her, rougher than I should be. She loves every damn minute of it.
We come together, her screams of ecstasy echoing around the room. I lose track of everything but her as her cunt locks down on me anddaddyechoes in the corners. I slump against her, holding my weight off her on my forearms. Even though I'm exhausted, I can't stop touching her, though. I run my hands all over her curvy body, placing worshipful kisses everywhere I can reach.
"I love you," I pant between kisses. "I love you. You did so good. God, princess. Daddy loves you so fucking much."
"Mm," she purrs in that sweet voice that never fails to wreck me. "I love you too, daddy."
My heart overflows, and for the first time in my life, I know true joy. It's this. It's her. And it's fucking perfect.
Epilogue
Devin
FiveYearsLater
"Shh," I whisper, holding my finger to my lips as my daughter and I stand outside of Jude's window at the clubhouse, preparing to sneak in. He's been in Houston, signing contracts with a nonprofit a former client opened. Five years ago, Betty was charged with attempted murder for shooting her abusive boyfriend. Jude got her off on the charges and her life really turned around. She now runs a nonprofit that helps domestic violence victims find legal representation. Jude's law firm just signed on to represent her clients pro-bono. I'm so freaking proud of him.
Then again, I'm always proud of him. My husband is one of the most amazing men I know. He's selfless and caring and will do whatever it takes to help those who need it. I love him more and more every damn day.
"Shh," Dylan whispers back, giggling.
I fight a smile, shaking my head. She's terrible at sneaking. Then again, she's only four. To her, everything is an adventure meant to be undertaken at top volume. I love seeing the world through her eyes. It's so different than the world I grew up in, and I love that for her and her little brothers. They've never spent a single day knowing fear or what it's like to be locked away from the world.
Jude would never allow that. He is our most fierce protector and our most devoted line of defense. Nothing harms us. Nothing even gets close. I know there have been scares over the years. But he never lets them touch me or our babies. He never lets me stress or worry over them. He just handles them.
I appreciate that so much. I appreciatehimso much. My life is a fairytale because of him. I slipped into his bed and found that it fit me just right.Hefit me just right. He's fit me just right every day since. My grumpy daddy bear is my world, and I'm his. I'm as obsessed with him as ever. I don't have to ask to know he feels the same. He shows me that every day.
When the kids go down at night, my beastly daddy comes out to play. He's as unruly as ever, unable to keep his hands off me. He fucks me like he can't stop, sometimes over and over again. And when I can't take anymore, he gets to have his fun. He pampers and spoils me like a true princess. In those moments, I'm the most cherished little princess in the world. And he's the most satisfied daddy on the planet.
We have to tone it down around the kids, but even then, he always makes a point to take care of me. He makes sure I know that I'm his little princess. Most days, I eat on his lap. He carries me around, cooks for me, and spoils me rotten. Not a day goes by when he doesn't take time to hold me and our babies. We are so loved.
I think most of his brothers know about the dynamics of our relationship at this point, but no one judges us. They simply accept us for who we are. The wives do too. Truthfully, I think a few of the brothers are a little kinky too. Women talk! I know way more about their sex lives than I ever needed to know. But I love them all so much! They are the sisters I never had.
Dimitri is married now too. His wife is amazing. I adore her so much. She's shy and sweet and perfect for Dimitri. He treats her like a queen. I love seeing him so happy. It's all I've ever wanted for him. Even Uncle Dante and Constantine found love in Silver Spoon Falls. I never thought I'd see the day my uncle fell in love, but he fell like a ton of bricks.
Life looks a lot different now than it did five years ago. It's bigger, brighter, and so much fuller. I love every moment of it. Especially the ones when my family is all together. Nothing makes me happier than having all the people I love in the same place.
"Are we going in, mommy?" Dylan asks, tugging on the hem of my shirt.
"Yep," I whisper. "But you have to be quiet as a mouse so we don't wake him up or we'll ruin the surprise, remember?"
"I a'member," she says, rolling her little blue eyes like I'm annoying her. I swear she does not get that from me. Jude says she does, but I think he's crazy. She lifts her little arms, impatient for me to pick her up to help her climb through the window.
I haul her up over my pregnant belly, saying a pray that Jude is still asleep. If he wakes up with me climbing through his window, he's going to spank me. Which is kind of the point, but I'd prefer to enjoy my punishment later and not get the lecture I know I'll get if he actually catches me crawling through the window. He's so bossy! Every time I get pregnant, he gets extra protective.
I don't really mind, but I'm not very good at following the rules either. The truth is…I like it when my grumpy daddy bear comes out to play. His punishments are my favorite. Finding ways to earn them is one of my favorite things to do.
I never put myself in harm's way, but Jude thinks anything more than walking across a flat surface is the equivalent of skydiving. Considering that he had steps installed under his window the first time I crawled through when I was pregnant with Dylan, I think I'm pretty safe here. He would beg to differ. So I misbehave to remind him that he is not the boss of me, as much as he likes to think he is.
I help Dylan onto the steps and then clamber onto the bottom one to peer through the window. Jude is passed out in the bed, one arm thrown over his eyes. My stomach flutters when I see his bare chest. His leg is bent at an angle, pulling the sheets down to reveal that he's wearing boxers. Thank goodness. Dylan does not need to see what is underneath them. She already asks a million questions a day.
"It's daddy!" she says, bouncing excitedly. "Look, mommy! Him is here!"
"I know, baby girl," I whisper. "You gotta be quiet."
