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She smiles, her head falling to the side. “I still can’t believe you knew before I did.”
“Ahh,” I sink back against the brick bottom of the hearth, and enjoy the devastating twist behind my ribs, that overwhelming little explosion that happens when I look at my beautiful wife. “I thank your promotion. If you weren’t so busy getting your room ready, you would have paid extra close attention to your exhaustion.”
She looks down at her bare belly, but sidles up next to me, sinking her face against my chest. “West, what if it’s a lot? Having a baby, teaching, going to school? What if it’s too much and I fail you? Or worse, I fail our baby?”
I hold her against my chest, and knead up and down the length of her spine, the way I calm her after a particularly rough orgasm or roleplay session. “It’s going to be a lot. But you could never fail me, or our baby. I will be there, I’ll take care of you every step of the way, baby, okay? That’s what Daddy does. I’ll cook for you, I’ll wash your clothes, I’ll get you on campus and to games, and I’ll make sure everything is perfect for you. I promise.”
She twists in my arms, and blinks up at me. “Will I always have you as my Daddy? Or do we have to retire our thing when the baby is born?”
I slide her off my lap, but bring us face to face, sitting cross-legged. “It’s important we always talk about it. For me, what we do, it’s got nothing to do with raising our family together. It’s for us in our most intimate time, a way we exchange power and share desires. And I believe holding onto that part of us while embarking on the journey of parenthood will keep us connected and strong.”
She nods. “I was hoping you’d say something poetic like that, because mom me is a different me than cheer coach me, and teacher me. And I don’t want to give up any of those versions of myself. This one, either.”
Reaching between us, she finds my cock, hard and waiting. “Can I have you, Daddy? Please?” She bites into her bottom lip, teasing me in a way that I cannot refuse. She’s aware. Looking at me through her thick, dark lashes, Briar bounces on my cock a little, nothing but a thin layer of Joe Boxer between us. “C’mon, please, Daddy?”
I slip into my other persona as she pulls my cock out from the cotton, and aligns me at her entrance, swollen and wet. “Sweetheart, Daddy already gave you a baby, didn’t I? Now you’re just being greedy.”
She nods, biting her bottom lip again, this time making ashow of seductively pouting. God she’s so perfect like this, pretending to be pliable and easy. “My perfect slut,” I whisper, stroking my hand down her hair. “Always wanting more of Daddy, aren’t you?”
She sinks down on my cock without actual permission, and we gasp and sigh as we adjust. Her eyes roll back and her whimpers fade away as she writhes on my cock, hands slapping at my pecs. I place my hat on her head, and twist her nipples, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the vision of my girl riding me.
“Yes, Daddy, I always want more. I think about having you all the time,” she moans, wiggling her hips until my cock is nudging her g-spot, soft and spongey. “Make me come, Daddy, please, I’m so horny for you.”
“Tell Daddy who you belong to,” I breathe, before sealing my mouth to her breast, nibbling on her sensitive nipple. “Tell Daddy who’s baby is in your belly.”
She tips her head back, the ends of her hair ghosting her tailbone. “I belong to you, Daddy. I’m yours.” She finds a rhythm, and brings her hand to my face, the other on my pec as she locks in and rides. “Your baby is inside me, Daddy.”
I slap her ass, or the portion of it that I have access to. “That’s right. My baby. And whose tits are gonna feed my baby? Hmm?”
“Mine,” she drawls, “mine, Daddy, mine are.”
It doesn’t take long but we’re already there, clawing toward orgasm together, as usual. “I’m gonna come, oh my god, you feel so good inside me, stretching me, filling me, give me more, Daddy, please, yes, more, more, yes, I’m coming,” she mewls, her filthy words scattered all over, engulfing me in hot, sweet perfection.
I come with her, emptying myself inside my favorite place, my favorite person—my wife.
When she’s climbed off me and I’ve gotten her fully cleaned up, I take my cowboy hat off her head and place it on the rack next to the door. With her in my arms, I walk us down the hall, to our room. Under the covers, I bring our mouths together.
“Happy anniversary,DaddysGirl.”
She puts her hands on her belly and kisses me beneath the covers. “Happy anniversary, Daddy.”