Page 128 of Wanting What's Wrong

Seven months later

“Shhh, you’ll wake up Mom. Don’t make me stuff a sock in your mouth again.”

“Then stop making me come so hard,” she stutters, my fingers in her hair as I admire her ass riding me reverse cowgirl.

It’s one of the only positions she likes now that her belly is getting bigger. She’s five months pregnant and fucking sexier than ever. My baby’s having a baby and my world is perfect.

Mom is asleep down the hall, here for a visit. It’s easier now that we built our new house in Brooklyn. Old white plantation style on six hundred acres of rolling Irish Hills. Ponds, barns, trails, chickens, whatever Lennie wanted, I made happen.

“I’ll never stop making you come, baby. Never. Now, ride Daddy hard. I like to see that ass bounce, hear those tits smack together. I want the full show.”

She moves faster, faster, as I hold her hips and grunt with each thrust.

“Like this?” She twists her head around, poking out her tongue. “You like to teach me how to do it just right, don’t you, Daddy?”

“Yes, taught you to be a good little fuck, didn’t I?”

She nods as I smack her ass, then grab and push her forward onto all fours, her tits hanging down as I rail into her doggy style without missing a beat.

The world has adjusted around us. I left the agency, my heart wasn’t in it anymore. When Lennie saw this place and admitted to me how much she really wanted the small-town life… How could I not give it to her?

I had more money than I’d ever need, and my investments and holdings would feed a small army until I die. I nailed the Century City real estate deal the week Lennie and I came back to LA from Michigan, and it’s set up Davis to live like a king.

The money is great but it’s not what makes me happy.

Family. That’s what I always wanted. I thought it was success and power, but this is it. My dick in my babygirl, her belly full of me, and the world is my oyster.

We married at the courthouse two weeks after the whole blow-up, with just Mom and Davis in attendance. By the afternoon, we were back at the house in LA, packing up and ready to start our new life. I bought Lennie a big fat diamond ring, which she loves, but can’t seem to tolerate wearing. It’s okay, but I needed something on that finger so the world would know she’s fucking mine.

So, after some discussion about what would feel comfortable for her to wear, I had a rubber wedding band made similar to those wrist things people wear. It’s soft and pliable in lavender and green swirls with ‘She’s Taken’ cut into the outside. She loved it so much, she made me get one as well only mine says, ‘Don’t Touch My Daddy’. I wear it with pride.

I’ll do anything for my girl. Anything.

Ryan wasn’t charged in the whole mess because he was a minor at the time of the fire. The media attention around it all pushed him into rehab, where he needed to be. From what I hear, he’s doing better and working on reviving his career. He has a new agent. The female agent I fired that day at the party. Good luck to them both.

His father took a plea deal and moved to Jersey. Meredith divorced him and her career is hotter than ever, the evil monster that she is. But, I don’t give a shit. It’s behind us, where it should be.

“Fuck, yes. Milk my cock, while I milk these tits.” I reach under and grab Lennie’s swollen tits. It’s unusual, but her milk has already come in. Maybe it was that I suckled on her for a few hours a day, until her body finally gave in and gave me what I wanted.

I squeeze her sweet milk out as I pound into her, our bodies slapping together.

“You’re my little hucow, pregnant and milky for me.”

“Daddy—” She lights up, her core squeezing giving me the signal she’s on the edge. I pinch her nipples, drive down deep until she clutches around me and goes off.

She’s my baby, my wife, my lover, my best friend and soon, the mother of my children. She is still technically employed by the agency because I promised never to fire her and that’s a promise I intend to keep.

She gets a paycheck every two weeks. And she will, for the rest of her life.

I release as she wrestles through her orgasm. We fuck whenever and wherever we can, and my mother has taken to ear plugs when she visits.

I opened up a small garage in town. Doing some tinkering and training up some young mechanics that may not have a career path anywhere other than the state penitentiary. I have asmall but growing collection of motorcycles and cars at home as well and although I enjoy them, I understand now, love isn’t for things.

It’s for people and Lennie’s at the top of that list.

Lennie said she’d always wanted to be a full-time, stay at home mom and I’m all in. She’s got the poor kiddo’s life all planned and I know she’s going to knock that dream out of the park.

I started as her stepfather. Then became her boss. Then her Daddy and her husband. Soon, the father of our brood and always, first and foremost, her protector, her confidant, and her secret keeper.

And we have plenty of those.

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