Page 16 of Her Fiance’s Father

This is where my cock belongs. Stretching her pussy to my fit. Spreading her open and filling her up until she can take no more.

I thrust in hard, burying my shaft up to the hilt. My balls clap against her asshole as her pussy clenches down around my dick. This is it. I can’t take any more. And she’s right there too.

I should be hearing something right now. That tiny little voice in the back of every guy’s head—the one that tells you to pull out or you might get the girl pregnant. But it’s not there. In fact, there’s another instinct that’s completely taken me over. One that’s telling me to fill Katie with my cum. To breed her. To put a baby in her, make her the mother of my children and keep her by my side for the rest of our lives.

“I’m gonna come in you,” I tell her, my voice low and firm, unmoving like a mountain.

Her lips tremble for a fraction of a second, then she nods. “Yes. Come in me.”

I stare down into her beautiful eyes, searching for a hint of hesitation. But there’s none there.

She’s not afraid. She wants this as badly as I do. She knows this is where she belongs.

With me.

My body tenses, and my cock jerks. I wish I’d licked her juicy little cunt before taking her, but there will be plenty of time for that later.

Her pussy clamps down as I go off inside her.

“Come with me,” I grunt, spraying my seed deep in her juicy hole, filling her to the brim. “Come, angel.”

Her entire gorgeous body snaps taut. Her back arches, her mouth falls open, and she starts to quiver. I feel every single wave of her orgasm as it rolls through her, and tiny moans fall from her lips.

“You’re mine now, Katie,” I grunt, emptying my balls. “No one else’s. I took your cherry, and I filled your pussy with my cum. You belong to me now.”

“Yes.” She nods, finding her voice. “I belong to you, Daddy. Only you.”

“You love it, don’t you? My hot cum filling you up?”

Her pupils dilate, and she nods faster. “I love it.”

Capturing her lips with mine, I press my tongue into her mouth as my cock jerks one last time, emptying the last of my cum into her.

I slump down against her, wrapping my arms around her as we kiss. Christ, I could stay here forever. The heat from her body, her personal scent, the silk touch of her pussy on my cock.

This is where we belong.

I’m not even sure how long we lie there together, but at some point, her breaths grow deep and slow, and I realize she’s fallen asleep. And not long after, so do I.

When I wake up, Katie and I are spooning together on the couch, a small beam of morning light streaming in through the window. We must have shifted during our sleep.

She looks so angelic as the golden light hits her face. I don’t have the heart to wake her.

Instead, I carefully get up, slip on my briefs, and go into the kitchen. I’m not sure what Katie likes for breakfast, but who can turn down bacon? Especially the stuff I buy.

I make bacon, eggs, French toast, and pancakes. I even get the fruit salad out along with fresh-squeezed orange juice. I’m just setting the syrup by the plates when I hear the most adorable yawn and turn to see my angel walking in. She’s rubbing her eyes sleepily, wearing nothing but her T-shirt.

My blood heats up, rushing to my center. Damn, I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it through breakfast without fucking her again.

“You cook?” she asks. “Thought you’d have a private chef.”

“I do. But I wanted to make something for you.”

She slides right up beside me and purses her lips, as if to say kiss me.

And I do.

My whole body heats up, not just with lust for her tempting half-naked body but with a sense of satisfaction I’ve never once felt. This girl isn’t after me for my money. She doesn’t want the status of hanging off my arm. I trust her. And it’s important she knows that.