Page 40 of Possessive Daddy

Given that another natural side effect of pregnancy has been an increased libido, I don’t mind the soft touches and the sweet romantic way he needs every drop of whatever my body makes.

“You taste extra sweet this morning, baby. Must be all those strawberries you had yesterday.”

My mom has been growing strawberries in the greenhouse, and she gave me two bushels. I think I ate them all before supper, and still, we went over to the ice cream shop for cones later that night. Moe’s does really well this time of year, and while we all help out at the shop, my father is playing a huge role in the day-to-day operations. He says it’s a thank you for building them the new place. Honestly, it’s been good to see him out of the house again.

Rhett leans into my neck and growls low, the warm heat from his breath relaxing every nerve. “Daddy needs you, baby girl.” He trails his heat back to my breast and suckles again at my tit. “Ass up, head down.”

God, I love this about him. The way he commands me. The way he demands my body.

Already soaked, I flip over and bend forward, resting my head against the soft sheet that still smells like the unique masculine, woody smell that only he has.

“Good girl,” he growls, rubbing his hand up over my back before squeezing my shoulders. “You know Daddy loves his baby’s body. So soft and tight.”

I moan and wiggle my ass backward until I feel the head of his thick cock pressing up against my sopping seam.

“That’s a girl. You need Daddy, don’t you?”

“Please!” I whine. “My pussy is throbbing. I need you so bad! Fuck me and fill me up!”

“You know Daddy loves it when you beg, princess.” He slides inside slowly, and even after two years, I still feel a pinch as his big, thick dick spreads me wide.

“Oh God,” I moan, gripping the sheets as my tits spill out of my nightgown and my expanded stomach brushes against the bed. “Right there.”

“Did Daddy hit the spot, little girl?”

My throat tightens as his cock brushes the magic spot again. I won’t last long now. Once he’s in this place, the whole game is over. I don’t know what it is about being pregnant, but it’s made this position easier to get to than ever.

“Keep going,” I pant, gripping the sheets tighter, trying to hold myself in place as he drives his massive frame into me again and again.

“You’re squeezing me, baby girl. Come on. Come for Daddy.” He drives into me over and over, my pussy tightening around his cock as the head presses into the back wall of my cervix. God, it feels good. Really good. So good that pressure builds in my thighs, blooms into my pelvis, and within seconds, my entire body is convulsing against his touch.

Rhett grunts and comes along with me, his big hands gripping my hips tighter as he empties his balls inside.

“My God.” He leans forward and kisses my back, the rough scratch of his beard tickling me as he moves. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” I say, collapsing onto my side, my tits leaking milk onto the sheets I just washed yesterday.

Rhett folds down beside me, his massive frame forcing a creak through the mattress. “You can’t love me more,” he says, kissing my forehead. “It’s impossible. I already love you most.”

His eyes are closed, his breath is shallow, and I know that neither of us are getting out of this bed an hour early like we planned. This is another thing that’s prevalent on the farm.

Love.

Sweet, wild, possessive, feral love. The kind that makes you want to stay in bed and forget every other responsibility.

And I, for one, can’t get enough of it.