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His cock pulses at my back, hot and insistent. I so desperately want it back in my mouth, but to pleasure him this time, not just to keep it warm. So solid, so firm, so real.

Daddy Rex’s touches are delicate as his fingers skim up my thigh, skirting around where I cut myself. “You listen to me, my pet. You’re mine now. I will be the one to inflict pain upon you. Every morning and every night, I am going to bare your bottom and spank you until your brain shuts up. And when I’m not giving you the pain you so desperately require, I’m going to fuck you until you’re just a babbling mess.”

He draws his hand up to cup my mound, allowing his fingers to splay over my spread lower lips. Inch by inch, he slides his finger in, teasing me, tormenting me. It’s not enough. It will never be enough. Heat spreads over my skin, turning me into a blazing mass of aching need.

“I will give you the pain you need. Trust me. Trust Daddy. Daddy always knows best.” Pulling his finger out, he notches two at my entrance. “You are never to cut yourself again. If you need release, you will ask me. I will never deny you my beautiful omega. I crave nothing more than to have you a quivering puddle at my feet.”

With a groan, he sinks his digits deep into my pussy, making my soft moans intermingle with his feral sounds.

“Daddy will always take care of his little girl. Whether that’s pleasuring you, punishing you, or making sure you meet with your therapist weekly. More if needed. Your anxiety is nothing I’m scared of. I can handle that and more. I can handle you. Now ride my fingers, baby. Take the pleasure you need from me.”

Leaning back against his shoulder, I cry out as I move my hips in tandem with his insistent thrusts. So full, and yet not full enough. A loud moan ripples through the air as my pussy clenches around his thick fingers. I want his cock. I need his cock. I need him.

I fucking need Daddy.

CHAPTER 18

REX

God, she feels so fucking good around my fingers. I can’t wait until I spread her open and fuck her properly. Far better than Brody ever could. Not that I relish the idea of comparing myself to my son, but if I can interpret her words, he’s never really made sure her pleasure came first.

I brush her clit with my thumb, my cock pulsing as she grinds up against me. Her moans flood my ears until it’s all I can hear. Mine. All fucking mine. But even having her like this, feeling her pussy clench around my fingers, isn’t enough.

My teeth ache as the need to claim her pours over me like pinpricks of pain skittering down my spine. I won’t be satisfied until there’s no escaping me. I’ve come too far to have her slip through my grasp on a technicality like her leaving in six months.

She will never leave me. Though I have no idea where this obsession came from, I do know I won’t rest until she’s marked and swollen with my child. The fact that she’s on the cusp of a heat just makes my plans all the more achievable.

I suppose I should be grateful for her poverty. Those two-bit suppressants of hers may have worked with less viral Alphas, butnot with me. All it took was being in my presence for a little more than a week before her body rebelled.

Every now and then, I considered tampering with her suppressants, but I’m happy to know I don’t have to any longer. She will carry my child, and I won’t be the bad guy in her eyes. Not for this, at least.

Gritting my teeth, I pour all my obsession into my willing little omega. I tease her, torment her, take her to great heights of pleasure, only to pull back. Her whimpers and moans as she strains toward orgasm slam against me as if they’re a physical sensation.

Precum pearls at my tip and smears across the back of her dress. Gripping the fabric, I yank it up, exposing her back. With my fingers still embedded deep inside her pussy, I pull her against me and begin stroking my cock.

“Think you can come before me, sweet girl? Shall we see? Touch yourself while I finger fuck this pretty pussy. Beat me, and you’ll get a reward later.”

Her babbling response is incoherent as she lowers her fingers to her slicked clit. I continue to pound into her, groaning as she tightens around me. As good as it feels to stroke myself, my goal isn’t to actually win.

I want her to have this moment, to feel like she’s actually coming first, both literally and figuratively. I clench my jaw as I try to stave off my release, but she feels so fucking good rocking back and forth on my hips. Slick drips down, staining my pants, but I’m beyond caring.

Besides, who’s going to say a damn thing? No one. She’s my wife now, and I’ll take her where I want and when I want. The only thing that can foul up my plans is getting home before we’re done.

With one hand in her pussy and the other on my cock, it’s not like I can tell the driver to circle around. Leaning down, I skimmy lips against the smooth column of her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent.

“Better hurry, baby girl. Unless you want the driver to see you like this.”

Her gurgled squeal as she arches back against me causes my balls to clench so hard pinpricks of light dance before my eyes. I grip the base, staving off my impending orgasm. My knot swells, tingling as she grinds onto my fingers.

“That’s right, my luscious little wife. Fuck yourself on my fingers. God, you feel so good clenching around me like that. I can’t wait to fuck you, to devour you, to make you mine in name as well as deed.” Her pussy flutters at my words as soft whimpers flit through the car.

“I’m so close, baby. Where are you? Are you going to beat me? Come for me, princess. I know you can do it. Just relax and let yourself go. I got you. I’m not stopping until your slick pours over my hand.”

Her whimpers turn to frantic cries as her fingers continue to stroke her clit. Her inner walls ripple around me in a rhythmic manner, clenching and releasing, over and over. She’s close. So fucking close.

I pull out my fingers, ignoring her cry of protest. With a groan, I sink three into her, my body pulsing at how snug she feels wrapped around my thick digits. I invade her, fill her, and stretch her as I finger fuck the hell out of her.

Soon, her breath becomes erratic. “So close,” she whispers. “Please. Oh, please. Don’t stop. Please. Dear God. Almost. Almost. Oh, God. Almost there.”

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