Page 76 of Hellsing's Grace

“I see mommy is hungry too,” I moaned around him, confirming his thoughts.

"Fuck,” he groaned and tugged me up. “Turn around."

I turned for him, bending over the counter and offering my body to him. I wasn’t as thin as I used to be, two kids and a lot of midnight snacks had given me a lot more curves, but Hellsing had always made it clear how much he loved them. He showed it in the way he kissed me, the way he worshiped my body, especially in the way he’d spread his hands over the soft flesh of my ass, spread the cheeks apart just so he could engulf himself in it as he licked me up and down. Which he certainly loved to do until I was panting and begging for his cock, which I currently was.

He took one last long lick of my asshole and then pressed against me, dragging his cock over my entrance, teasing me. Making sure I knew who I belonged to.

"You ready to take all of me?"

"Yes. God, yes."

He slid inside slowly. Every inch. I gasped and gripped the edge of the counter.

"Fuck, you feel good. Tight and wet. Made just for me."

He moved. Hard and deep. Over and over, taking the breath out of me. Not only was Hellsing long, he was thick, and it always took me a moment to adjust to him. But I loved how in that moment I felt claimed. He was incessant, making sure I felt every inch of him. His fingers splayed over my hip, grounding me. His other hand slid up my spine and tangled in my hair, keeping me close.

"You want it like this? You want me to fuck the ache out of you?"

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck me. Don’t stop."

The first time I’d called him daddy was when Evangeline was born and it just stuck. He’d cum so hard that night that I continued to call him that from then on. He loved it and I knew it made him feel loved.

His hand was on my hip, the other in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck. He bent over and whispere in my ear as he ground his hips against my ass.

"You’re mine, Grace. Mine."

"Yours. Always."

He thrust faster, our bodies slapping, sweat slick between us. My eyes fluttered, I always loved getting lost in his arms.

"I’m gonna fill you up again, my sexy witch. Make another baby. You want that?"

"Yes!"

"Say it."

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck your baby into me."

He groaned, and fucked me hard, knowing this would send me over the edge. His hand drifted over my cunt, and parting my lips he found my clit.

“Cum for me, Gracie.”

I shuddered, crying out as he brushed a finger over my clit. He was rough and so damn perfect. My body tensed, and I met each of his strokes, hanging onto the edge of the counter as the orgasm tore through me. His growl followed and I felt a hot stream of cum aim deep inside of me.

We stood there, breathing heavy, bodies locked, his forehead pressed to my back.

"I love you," he whispered. "Always."

I turned in his arms and kissed him slow.

"I love you too, cher."

We didn’t make it back to bed. We stayed right there, lost in each other, while the moon climbed high over the cemetery and our quiet, haunted little house held its breath for us.