Claiming Caroline (Claimed 3)

He pulls me into his arms, kissing my tears away, and then he sweeps me up and carries me to bed. Somehow, he manages to get me undressed without ever separating more than a few inches from my lips. His kisses are full of gratitude and pride, of worship and reverence. So are his hands as he runs them all over my body.

By the time he's naked, I'm writhing beneath him, pleading for him to ease the ache that grows bigger by the moment. I don't just want him inside me. I need him. He kisses his way down my body before throwing my legs over his shoulders to take me with his mouth.

His loud sounds and mine blend together, filling the room with the song of our obsession. I twist my fingers into his hair, holding him to me as he thrusts two fingers inside me, attacking my clit with his lips and tongue. I rock my hips against his face, greedy for more. He always eats me like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted, like he would live on me if only he could find a way to make it possible.

Lord knows, seeing how good I can make him feel with my mouth is one of my favorite things to do. I can make my daddy beg when I take him in my mouth. He doesn't let me do it for very long. He says he likes it too much and that it makes him crazy to fuck me, which makes me happy.

"Fuck," he growls when I'm right on the edge. "I can't wait, princess. Daddy needs to be in you now." He kisses my center and then crawls up my body. As soon as I wrap around him like a koala bear, he flips us over, trading places. "Ride me, princess."

I brace my hands on his chest and then pause to run my fingers over the tattoo of my name. He got it on our first anniversary. Asher did it for him. I love it so much. It's in beautiful black script, with little memories of our life together hidden in the swirls.

"Princess," Jared growls, impatient and bossy. "You're killing me here."

"Sorry, daddy." I laugh quietly and then take mercy on him. I lift up, allowing him to line himself up at my entrance. He runs his fingers over my back entrance, making me gasp and moan. He knows how much I love it when he takes me there.

I pay him back for teasing me by dropping down on him, impaling myself on his cock all at once.

"Caroline!" he shouts, his voice strangled with pleasure. His eyes meet mine, full of heat. "Naughty little princess."

"Only for you, daddy," I moan, writhing on his lap. Somehow, I always forget just how good he feels when he's inside me. I think I remember until he's in me again, but I don't. It is always better than the last time. He's so big and hard. God, I love everything about sex with him.

He wraps his hands around my waist, helping to lift me up and down his cock. "Fuck," he pants, his eyes on fire as he watches his cock disappear inside me over and over before flicking his gaze up to watch the way my breasts bounce. "Watching those little tits jiggling in my face, knowing you're carrying my baby again, being inside you…fuck, princess. You've got daddy's dick so hard it hurts."

"You like when I make it hurt," I remind him.

He growls at me again, almost a sob, really. I love that sound. When he makes it, I know he's so turned on he can't even think straight. Making him feel that way makes me just as crazy. Our pleasure feeds off one another, creating a harmonic that dries us both wild.

I ride him hard, slamming myself down on his cock until we're both writhing, both crying out into the room. Thank god our room is soundproof because we're both loud.

"Goddamn. You fuck daddy so good, princess. So fucking good," he says, the words staccato, timed to each time I snap my hips, taking him all the way to the hilt again. He grabs my bottom, grinding me down on him.

"Daddy, daddy," I gasp, trying to tell him that I'm going to come.

But he already knows. He always knows.

"Give it to me, princess."

I come as soon as he demands it, sobbing his name and bucking against him. My heart pounds, blood rushing in my ears in a dull roar of sound. My body overheats, sweat sliding down my skin, dampening my hair. He holds me down on him, grinding so deep I feel him in my soul again, right where he belongs.

"Fuck!" he shouts, following me over the edge.

I feel his cock pulsing inside me, feel him spilling into me. I sob his name again, losing the ability to hold myself up. I slump against his chest, writhing and panting through the aftershocks, my body clenched tightly around his, demanding everything he has to give me.

He does, willingly, eagerly, chanting my name over and over.

We tremble together, his heart racing beneath my ear. He runs reverent hands all over my back, touching everywhere he can reach as we both float slowly back to earth. Or to our heavenly little corner of it, anyway.

Eventually, I find enough strength to turn my face and press my lips over his heart. "I love you, daddy," I whisper against his sweaty skin, so damn in love with him that tears fill my eyes.  "I love you so damn much."

He wraps his arms around me and rolls us until I'm on my back with him hovering over me. He brushes strands of hair out of my face, his eyes searching out mine. "I love you too. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, sweet baby." His lips touch my forehead and then my eyes before finally landing against my lips. "Thank you. Thank you."

I don't have to ask what he's thanking me for, I already know. For us. For our incredible life and our babies. For every moment of the last five years and every moment of the years still to come. For putting my trust into the hands of a handsome prince at a ball.

Back then, he told me the night belonged to us. Now, we both know he was wrong. The night isn't ours…but the future is. And it is going to be so damn beautiful. A true fairytale ending.