Page 13 of Bred By Dad’s Boss (Bred By A Daddy)

“This,” he says, kissing my nose, “is mine. And so is this,” he growls, palming my pussy, making me moan. “It’ll be my inspiration when I don’t have you here in the office.” Folding it and putting it in his jacket pocket, he holds his hand out to me, leading me toward the door. “Shall we?”

Epilogue - Darius - 1 month later

The day the news of our relationship broke, I asked Ivy to move in with me.

I already had movers at her house, loading her boxes in the truck to bring them home, ready to kidnap her if necessary.

But, my babygirl came home willingly, bringing a furry terrorist with her.

Pudge rules the penthouse, chasing Midas everywhere and stealing his toys.

But he’s enamored with her. She often tries to snuggle between Ivy and I in bed, the little cockblocker.

Ted took the news better than either of us expected. His outrage over the way we were discovered turned his face an unhealthy shade of red, but my assurances that Ivy isn’t a fling to me, that I intended to provide for her for the rest of her life, quickly changed his attitude.

Life is pretty great. The only thing that could make it better is Ivy waddling around pregnant with our first child.

I’ve been trying to knock her up, always propping her hips up after I come deep inside her, pushing whatever spills out of her tight pussy right back in.

She laughs at my determination, but I know she’s ready to be a mother.

We’re headed to dinner, sitting in the back of a limo.

I wanted to be able to devote all of my attention to my beautiful woman instead of fighting traffic.

Ivy is leaning against the door, her feet stretched across my lap, her short dress nearly at her waist. I can see a peek of her dark blue satin panties anytime she moves, causing my cock to stir in my trousers.

I rub her calf absentmindedly, smiling as she tells me about her friend Sirena’s boy problems. As the car pulls up to the restaurant, I help her straighten her dress and pull her out when the door opens.

She’s fucking stunning. I want to take her straight back home and carry her like a caveman to our bed and fuck a baby into her.

When we’re seated, I order a non-alcoholic champagne since we’re in public and she’s not yet twenty-one. When the waiter pours, I reach into my jacket pocket and palm the small wooden box Laslo dropped off at the apartment hours earlier.

Ivy takes a sip and closes her eyes. I take the opportunity to round the table, dropping to one knee in front of her. She gasps when she opens her eyes.

I take her left hand, holding it in one of mine, the ring box open in the other.

“Ivy, you are an unexpected gift, a piece of my soul I hadn’t even known was missing. The moment I saw you, before I even knew your name, I knew you were mine. Everything I am, everything I have is yours. Marry me. Let me spend a lifetime proving how much I love you.”

Looking up into her eyes, awaiting her answer, I’ve never been as nervous as I am now, hoping she says yes.

“Yes,” she whispers, wiping a tear from her eye.

“Of course I’ll marry you!” she shouts as cheers erupt around us.

I slip the ring on her finger, pull her into my arms and kiss her, twirling her around.

Her happy laughter possesses me and I can’t stop smiling as I set her back down in her chair and take my own, grabbing her hand and refusing to let it go.

My finger plays with her ring, waiting for her to look down.

She gasps when she sees the stunning oval solitaire diamond on a dainty platinum band.

She marvels over it, tears escaping as she tells me how happy she is and how she can’t wait to start our life together.

We get a selfie at her insistence, something to commemorate the occasion.

When our food arrives, I barely taste anything, too excited to get her home and make love to my future wife.

When we’re finally in bed, I let Ivy take the reins. She has me lie down flat on the mattress, and mounts me, her pussy tantalizingly close to my mouth as she leans forward to suck my cock deep into her throat. “Suck my clit, Daddy,” she instructs around my cock.

Her hips buck as I follow her direction.

After a few minutes, she turns, straddling my cock, and I’m begging her to sink down on me.

She kisses me desperately, impaling herself on my length in one motion, both of us groaning into the kiss.

She rides me quickly, a heady chant spilling from her lips against my lips, my neck, my nipples.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… oh my god, yes! Fuck, fuck.”

Her movements falter as she nears her release, my own not far behind.

Flipping us over quickly, I’m pouding in and out of her, racing us both toward completion.

When her pussy flutters around my cock before clamping down, I know she’s ready to come with me.

“Come for me now, babygirl,” I command, my thumb rubbing her clit in hard circles.

“Fucking come. Now!” I roar, my release shooting deep inside her.

“I’m coming, Daddy!” she shouts, bowing her back, thrusting her chest in my face, her hips bucking up to meet me. I lick a pebbled nipple, sucking it into my mouth, causing her pussy to spasm around me, greedily milking every drop of my seed.

I roll off of her, grabbing a thick pillow and tucking it under her ass, my fingers going to her pussy, pushing our release back inside her. “You know,” she says thoughtfully, “you don’t have to do that.” I look at her, an eyebrow quirking at her grin.

“Oh, but I do. I want you waddling down the aisle to marry me, babygirl,” I say darkly, my finger plunging in and out of her drenched opening.

“No, Daddy, I mean you don’t have to do it anymore.

I’m already pregnant!” I kiss her sweet lips, pouring everything I am into it, sinking us into a blissful euphoria where only the two of us exist. Ivy has transformed my bleak existence into a colorful paradise, far better than anything I’ve experienced or dreamed I could find.

It’s more than anyone deserves. I’m going to bask in her sunshine every day, soak it in, live in it as the most grateful Daddy there ever was.