Page 31 of Addicted to the Bad Boy
My cock pulses inside her, and I feel her pussy clench down on my hard-on like her body is trying to keep me from moving. I’m so pent up that I’m already on the edge. Fuck it, might as well get it over with so I can go again.
“I’m gonna come in you, Mira,” I say firmly, snatching her roughly by the hips. “I’m gonna shoot my load so deep so if there was ever any doubt that you were pregnant, it will be gone.”
“Yes, Finn,” she cries out. “I want it. Do it!”
Her hips rise up, welcoming my heavy thrusts as I drive every inch into her soaked valley. I’m hitting her sweet spot when I bottom out deep, and I know she’s getting close too. With every single drive from my hips, I feel her cervix against my crown. I fuck her faster, harder, until there’s no coming back.
“I’m gonna breed you now, baby,” I groan, feeling my balls tighten. “And you’re gonna take it all.”
“Yes!” She moans.
I go off and watch as both her hands snatch the comforter as I pull her right up against me and empty my enormous load into her womb. Her hot cunt pulses as she joins me in orgasm and buries her face in the bed to stifle the loud screams as they force their way from her mouth.
Coming with my princess is like soaring straight into heaven. Being wrapped in the most incredible feelings the world has to give me. Golden yarns of love tying us together, solidifying the bond between us.
“I love you,” I tell her, kissing up her back, covering every inch of her skin as I pin her down beneath me.
“I love you, baby,” she giggles as the aftershocks of her orgasm cause her body to quiver. I shift my hips and feel that my cock is still hard inside her. Very slowly, I tilt my hips back and rut back inside her, causing her to gasp.
“That’s right, princess,” I whisper. “I’m still good to go, and I’m gonna show you just how much I love you, and how you’re gonna be mine forever.”
EPILOGUE
FINN
Five years later…
It’sa little past dawn when I slip out of bed, being careful not to disturb the soft, warm little bundle curled up against me. I’ll let Mira sleep. She needs it. But as I stand, I look down at her beautiful, smooth, bare leg, tangled up in the sheets, the sun catching a patch of her tousled hair. It’s been five years, and she’s still the most beautiful woman in the world to me.
And she’s mine.
Every inch of her beauty belongs to me.
Smiling, I head down the hallway toward the kitchen, but I don’t make it very far.
“Daddy!” A blur of curly brown hair and striped red pajamas slams into my leg. Our oldest daughter, Josie, wraps her arms around my thigh and looks up at me with eyes that match her mom’s completely. She tries to climb me, so I hoist her into my arms. Only four years old and she already rules my damn heart.
“Hey there, honey. Already awake?” I ask, pecking a kiss on her cheek. “Isn’t it a little early?”
Josie giggles and gives me a messy kiss back on the ear. “I heard your footsteps and thought you might be leaving again.”
That one hits me in the chest like a fist. I hardly ever have to travel for work anymore—not since Slate made me a full partner at Black Iron Bikes last year. It used to be a regular thing as I was the only one he trusted to make specific deliveries, but now that we hired Brian, I get to spend more time at home with my family.
And thank God for that, because when I am gone, Josie’s counting every second until I come home.
“The only place I’m going is the kitchen, sweetie.” I smile, lugging her down the hall on my hip. “You want some cereal?”
Josie pauses to think, then asks, “Can I have some chocolate milk?”
I know I should tell her that she can only have chocolate milk after she’s had her breakfast, but what can I say? Being a dad’s turned me into a softie—at least around my children. So I can’t stop myself from smiling as I look at her as I give in.
“Okay. Just don’t tell Mommy,” I say with a wink.
“Yippie!”
I set Josie down by her chair and take a bottle from the fridge. Behind me, I hear the soft pitter-patter of familiar feet, which I recognize without even having to look. I turn and see the twins, Jessica and Emily, standing there looking sleepy. Jess has her favorite stuffed dragon, and Emily has her hippo.
“Dadda…” Jess mutters quietly. They must have just crawled out of bed when they heard Josie and me walking down the hall.
