Page 54 of Dead Man's Wish
“Not tonight,” I whisper in her hair before setting her onto the mattress with care.
She helps me shimmy off her nightdress as I kiss her like a man starved. The brief break of contact pains me. My day could be filled with just the brush of her lips against mine and I’d die a happy man. I step out of my shoes and climb onto the bed. She grabs my tie as I crawl over her, as if I’m not as close as I could be.
“You really enjoy using my ties against me.”
“You’re so fun on a leash.” I bite her lip at the remark and her back arches off the bed.
Sitting up, I remove the tie and unbutton my shirt. Bex trails her hands over her soft body and I’m jealous. Every bit of flesh she covers and teases leaves my cock throbbing. I’m sliding my pants and boxers off when she slips her hand between her legs. Soft, delicate moans weaken my resolve until I’m finally free and caging her beneath me again.
“You can get louder than that.” She doesn’t get a chance to respond as I cover her mouth with mine. Her hand brushes my cock as she slides me closer. I tease her with the tip as she grows desperate and impatient, writhing against me. “I want to hear it.”
I thrust into her with a single motion. She delivers, a piercing cry hitting my ears as I let her adjust. I move slowly, stretching and filling her to impossible depths. My name is a plea on her tongue that borders a curse. Her nails are digging into my shoulders, and when I tilt her hips, the grip of her pussy sends a tingle down my spine. I nod as her gaze loses focus and her abdomen tightens.
“Come, sweet girl.” My hand covers her throat as I press on the sides of her neck. “Show me what I do to you.” My hips stroke harder. A shaky hand moves to my neck before the sting of broken skin follows her nails down to my chest. My eyes roll with the mix of pleasure and pain. I want to live in these moments forever.
Her body crumbles with the force of her climax and she almost takes me with her. The column of her throat vibrates under my palm with her cry.
“I’m not stopping.” I flip her and pull her to kneeling. She doesn’t prop herself up as she recovers, and I don’t allow her that time. My hands spread the curve of her waist as I steady her.
This position slides my piercings over her most sensitive spot, and her wails are muffled by the pillow. I’m not gentle, not slow. It’s a punishing depth and her thighs redden with the sting of our contact. She’s in a fit of pleasure as she claws the headboard. Her back muscles are taut and for a brief second, I dream of painting her in my cum.
“This pretty cunt is so wet for me.” I raise a hand and crack it over her ass. My palm stings and I knead the soft skin as a red print begins to bloom. She’s lost in the pillows when I slow. I hold her ass in the air as I slide out and trace my tongue through her pussy. “So fucking delicious.” I bite her backside hard enough to leave a mark, but not enough to cause real pain.
When I let go, she falls to the bed. It’s my favorite thing to witness. She’s exhausted, worked over, and overstimulated in the best ways. Her thighs are wet, her arousal and cum running down.
“Baby, look at me.” Her head lifts, but it’s not enough. “Look at me, Bexley.”
I reach out, moving her hair out of the way and guiding her onto her back. Her lids are heavy as she watches my advance. On my knees, I wrap her legs around me and bring her ass off the mattress. Guiding myself inside, I look up to make sure she’s watching us. I hold her face, and she nuzzles into the touch.
“I love you.” My thrusts are slow and deep again. There’s a heat and tightness building in my core. “You’re everything,” I push out against the restrictive euphoria wrapping around my body.
My cock pulses, and the breath leaves me as thick, hot cum fills her pussy. She looks at me like I hung the moon, and I find myself still falling more and more in love with her. My hand trails over her stomach and stops below her navel.
“You’re gonna be such a good mama.” She smiles at the sentiment and bites her lip in mischief.
“Does that mean I get to call you Daddy now?” My eyebrow rises at her uncanny ability to catch me off guard every time.
“I can get behind that.” I lean down, bringing her mouth to mine and stealing every ounce of love she has.
Some . . . odd months later
Jaiden Wells
Today was a whirlwind of emotions.I watch Bex sleeping in the hospital bed surrounded by extra blankets and pillows. Her hair’s pulled up in a high bun and a streak of gray starts above her ear. I’m not allowed to point it out, though, because God forbid her hair start graying before her thirties. Every stage we’ve experienced together, she’s been radiant. Every change in her body was magnificent, and I loved her more and more as time went on. I thought I knew strength, that at one point, I’d witnessed her strongest moments.
But I was wrong.
Looking at this little bundle who didn’t even reach from my fingertip to my elbow, I realize there’s no limit to Bexley’s strength and capability.
“Cora Jae,” I start, keeping my voice low so I don’t startle anyone. “Congratulations, first of all. You managed to arrive not on time and with all the chaos your tiny self could muster.” I straighten the small pink-and-blue hospital beanie that slipped off her head. “I really can’t fathom that this moment happened or that your head fits in the palm of my hand. You are quite possibly the tiniest little human I’ve ever seen. I think my hospital bracelet is wider actually.” I glance over at Bexley. “Don’t ever tell your mom I said that. She was cussing up a storm and breaking all my fingers to get you here, so she’ll feel very different about how big your head is.”
Cora suckles on her pouty bottom lip, kicking her legs in the swaddle blanket.
“I didn’t think this was a possible future for me. Your mom has a decent family to offer you, but you’ll realize later that Daddy doesn’t. We can answer those questions when you’re older, but for now, understand that everything I have to give is yours.” I take a deep breath. The whirlwind of emotions is back. “I wasn’t the best person growing up. Then, I met your mom—kind of—and I wanted to change that. She inspired me to be better and I was. I am. We all have our faults, and I’ll never judge you for any of them. For you, Cora, I promise to be the best. You deserve it; Mama deserves it. If you need me, I’m there. I will always show up with no questions asked to pull you from the deepest trenches.”
I close my eyes as a couple of tears fall onto her blanket. Her little fist moves underneath the swaddle and I cover her body with my hand to keep her feeling secure.
“I didn’t have the best mom and had an even worse father. But that’s not the case for you. Your mom is . . . unlike anyone I’ve ever known. You couldn’t have found a better one. The examples I discovered came way later in life, and when you meet Papa Noah, you’ll understand. I will give you everything I didn’t have—love, attention, a confidant. You have zero depth perception or awareness, but Daddy is a big son of a bitch—don’t tell Mom I said that—and anyone who tries to hurt you will quickly realize it, too. I will fix everything to the best of my abilities. I will hunt to the ends of the Earth to keep you safe.” I pull Cora to me, planting a soft kiss on the top of her head.
A chill works down my spine as I lie back on the cold vinyl couch. Placing Cora in the center of my chest, I pull the ends of the blanket loose. She’s warm against my skin and my hand covers her entire back as I hold her to me. The nurse was adamant that both parents be involved in skin-to-skin and she’s right. The bond between child and parent grows stronger the closer I hold her to me. I can’t be all the things Bexley will be to her, but I can offer our daughter this now and so much more in the years to come.
“Goodnight, Little Bird.”
