But with him, it’s never like that. He dotes on me. Takes care of us. All he wants in return is me. Which I can happily give.
He gave up his role as enforcer for the shifter council, and I don’t worry about him too much working for the DEA, since he’s mostly bullet-proof.
I push up to my hands and knees and climb over him. Even though we just had sex a half an hour ago, I’m already needy for more. This pregnancy has me horny all hours of the day. Mark’s eyes glint silver with satisfaction, and he grips my hips, tugging me over his erection. “You look so beautiful.”
I cup my enlarged breasts and let out a husky laugh. This pregnancy has been easy. I feel beautiful—probably because Mark tells me I am five times a day. I start to rock over Mark’s cock, taking him deeper, then easing back. It feels so good, but then, it always feels good. I went from nightmare to dream life almost overnight.
I drop my hands to his shoulders, so I can work my hips faster. My hair, which has grown long and thick, trails against his neck. “I’m so happy I found my Daddy,” I purr.
His eyes crinkle even though I can see his need mounting in the silver of his irises. “Best day of my life,” he agrees. He grips my hips and takes over the work, pulling me over his cock, controlling our rhythm. I toss my head back, arching into the pleasure as he makes me ride him faster and faster, winding the spring up tight before he brings his thumb to my clit and rubs. “Come all over Daddy’s cock,” he commands.
“Yes, Daddy!” My muscles seize around his dick, squeezing and milking it as pleasure rockets through me from my core out in all directions.
Mark shouts and spears me, lifting his hips off the bed, suspending both our bodies in the air as he fills me with his seed. “That’s it, babygirl.” He drops back down to the bed, still inside me. “Good girl.” He pulls my hips over his dick slowly, wringing more little earthquakes from me until I collapse over him in exhaustion.
“Naptime,” he murmurs as my eyes flutter closed. His arms band around me, holding me tight.
“Mmm. Thank you, Daddy.”
He chuckles softly. “You don’t have to thank me for sex, babygirl. Pleasuring you is my job.”
I nuzzle my face into his neck, breathing in his leather and coffee scent. “I love you.”
He eases us to our sides because the position isn’t sustainable with my big belly between us. “I’m crazy for you, angel. You and our pups are all I live for.”
“Same,” I murmur as a well-earned sleep takes over, and I drift into dreamland again.