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She snatches it off and practically flings it across the bed. Her bound wrists don’t allow her to use her elbows to prop herself up. She pushes the pillows beneath her shoulders as best she can as she watches.

“Fuck,chiquita.”

Her body squirts just like she predicted. Her spray coats my wrist and forearm. My free thumb rubs her clit finally, and she screams.

“¡Sí!”

When she falls back against the pillows, I ease my hand out. But I waste no time thrusting my dick into her. I’m almost coming when I’m balls deep. I’m slowly rocking my hips, or this will be over before she gets off with a regular orgasm. I feel the vibrator against my dick, and the pulsating vibrations create a struggle between my balls and my brain. I grind my pubic bone against her clit, knowing that’s what she needs to get off.

We’ve been together over two months, and she hasn’t gotten her period. She warned me—or rather reminded me since I took as much biology as she did—that it could mean nothing since she’s been on the pill for years, and this has been an extraordinarily stressful month for her. We aren’t reading anything into it. But I know I felt her cervix slightly dilated. I want to get her pregnant. I want to have a family with her.

“Daddy, you feel so good. I love that you’re bare.”

“You love taking all my cum.”

“I do.”

One day soon, she’ll be saying that in front of a priest. My mind flashes to her with a slightly rounded belly. Not so much that anyone else can see it under her gown, but we’d know. I lower myself onto my forearms and pull the satin band from her wrists. Immediately, she reaches for my hips, her hands finding the grooves she loves to hold on to while we fuck and make love.

“Do you want Daddy to fuck a baby into your soft belly?”

“Yes!”

“You’re my little cum slut to fuck.”

“I am, Daddy. I want it.”

“You belong to me,chiquita. I’ll fuck you whenever I want. I’ll breed you whenever I want. Your body is mine to do whatever I want with. I’ve marked your skin. I’ll control your pleasure. I’ll claim every part of you when you carry our child. There’ll be nothing that isn’t mine when my cum takes root.”

“Fuck. Keep talking that way. I’m close.”

“My little whore’s begging for me to breed her.”

“Yes!”

“Everyone will know you belong to me when they know I’ve fucked a baby into you. No one will doubt you’re the only woman I want. The only woman I crave.”

“Rougher, Daddy. Make me have your baby.”

Who knew breeding kink was my thing on top of hearing her call me Daddy andPapí?

The one thing I’ve avoided since I started having sex is the one thing I want now. If we didn’t want a family, Flora would’ve gone back on the pill. It’s odd to think today was the first time we said “I love you.” I think we’ve just known but been nervous to admit it. We accepted weeks ago that we might have a family if we kept having sex without protection. That hasn’t slowed us.

A proposal is next.

I know exactly how I’ll do it.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Flora

Pablo’s words echo in my head as I get closer to coming. I love that most of the time it’s praise between us. I love that he doesn’t call me a whore or slut in a demeaning way outside of sex or even as foreplay. It didn’t bother me in the past when Doms called me those things because it was part of the agreed-upon dynamic. But the emotions I have for Pablo were never part of those previous relationships. It would hurt me to hear him call me that when we aren’t in the middle of sex. He gets that, and I think he feels the same way.

We understand each other.

It’s how he knows just what I need to hear and feel right now. How he’s driving me wild with the need to come.

“Fuck, Daddy. I won’t break. Rougher than you ever have been in the past.”