Daddy’s Law by K.C. Crowne

Chapter 39

Ava

He was massive. I knew that, of course, but being face-to-face with his cock made it all the more apparent. I wrapped my lips around his head and swirled my tongue, taking great pleasure in the way he moaned and curled his fingers in my hair. He tasted a bit salty but unmistakably him.

“Fuck, Ava,” he grunted. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied, taking more of him into my mouth. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him down, moving slowly to get used to his size. I doubted I’d be able to take him all the way, but I wasn’t going to give up. After everything he’d been through to protect me and our baby, I wanted nothing more than to please him.

It made me unbelievably wet just thinking about it, remembering just how strong and determined he’d been trying to get to me, to save us. Our child was going to have Theo as his or her father. Big, strong, protective. The least I could do was show him just how much I appreciated him.

As I expected, I couldn’t take him all the way. Breathing through my nose, I focused on sucking and licking him the best I could, using one of my free hands to stroke the remainder of his shaft. I’d learned to read him well at this point, picking up rhythm whenever his body involuntarily shuddered with pleasure.

“You look so damn good with my cock in your mouth,” he cooed. “Such a lovely girl. Play with yourself for me, sweetheart. I want you to have fun, too.”

“I am having fun,” I assured him.

“I’m glad to hear it, but I still want you to touch yourself. Reach between your legs for me.”

“Yes, sir,” I breathed, doing exactly as I was told. I slipped my other hand up my skirt and down my underwear, sliding a finger between my folds.

“Tell me what you feel.”

“I’m wet,” I said, popping off his cock for a breath. “I’m so wet for you. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

“Be patient, princess. We’ll get there. Keep going. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I want…” I pressed against my own hand, pleasure pooling in the pit of my stomach. “I want your cock in me. I want you to fuck me and fill me with your cum.”

Theo arched a brow. “Really?”

“It’s not like you can get me pregnant twice.”

He chuckled. “No, I suppose not.”

He grabbed my hair —not hard, never hard— and guided my mouth back to his cock. I sucked him off in earnest, determined to push him over the edge in an act of defiance. I knew how much Theo liked to be in control, so it was exciting to try and make him lose it. Unfortunately, he caught on pretty quick.

“Enough,” he ordered. “Take off your clothes and climb on top, princess.”

“Are you sure? You really shouldn’t be moving so much with your injury.”

“Are you talking back? Do you know what I do to bad girls who don’t behave?”

“No,” I squeaked.

“Would you like to find out?”

“Now that is a tempting offer.”

“Climb on,” he repeated.

He didn’t have to ask a third time.

I stripped out of my clothes as quickly as I could with absolutely zero finesse. Theo didn’t seem to mind. Theo’s eyes dragged over me, soaking up every detail. I no longer felt nervously exposed beneath his gaze but worshipped. Venerated. He made me feel like the most beautiful creature in the world.

I climbed on him with the plan of sliding down slowly on his cock, but he stopped me, forcing me to stand straddling him. I put my hands on the wall as he buried his face in my pussy, his lips sealing around my clit like a vacuum, sighing happily to himself. He reached up for a moment and teased my nipples with his fingertips.

His warm breath tickled my skin and made the butterflies in my stomach flutter. He dropped his hands to my ass, kneading the flesh there and holding me where he wanted me. I used the wall and the headboard to keep my balance as he peppered tender kisses onto my stomach, my hips, and then finally returned to between my thighs, gathering all of his love and attention to my clit. He pushed at one of my legs, and I shifted my balance and placed on knee on the headboard to give him better access.

There was no denying he was a master at this particular foray. Paint was my preferred method of art and eating me out seemed to be his. He understood me in ways that I didn’t even understand myself. He knew when to apply pressure, when to ease up, when to tighten the circles he drew with his tongue, and when to tease and explore. By the time he pressed his fingers into me, crooking them to sweep over my sweet spot, I was ready to unravel at the seams.

My fists tightened and I moaned, throwing my head back as a load groan ripped from my throat. “Theo!”

“Fuck, you taste so good. I could do this all fucking day.”

“Theo, right there. Oh, fuck, I’m so close.”

“Don’t hold back. I want to feel you come on my fingers. Can you do that for me?”

It was a redundant question. As soon as he finished speaking, I came hard, hips bucking against his mouth as pleasure washed over me in massive waves. It was bright and beautiful and brilliant, but even as the dust settled, I knew he wasn’t finished with me quite yet.

Theo helped me lower my body until I was sitting in his lap, though I hadn’t yet taken him in. I lifted up to my knees and teased the tip of his cock with my entrance, gathering the wetness.

He exhaled slowly, pupils blown wide with his desire. “You ready for me?”

I nodded, still too deliriously high to collect the right words. All I could manage was a pathetically whimpered, “Please.”

He lifted his hips and pressed into me. Slowly. Torturously so. The stretch burned, but in a good way. Even after I thought I was full to bursting, Theo pressed me down so that I took more of him in. He knocked the air from my lungs and made my heart hammer wildly. When he bottomed out, I lifted slowly, then dropped suddenly, letting out a hiss.

Again and again and again. The hard slap of skin on skin was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard. The electricity in my veins sparked, arced, danced like they never had before.

“Tight little pussy’s all mine,” he grunted against me, his mouth close to my nipple. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, hot and wet. “Yes, sir. All yours.”

“I’m going to fill you full of my cum. How does that sound?”

“I want that. I want everything you give me.”

“You’re going to be such a good mother,” he said endearingly. “You’re going to be so good raising our child.”

This brought tears to my eyes. I’d never felt so loved and adored. “And you’re going to be a good dad. Our baby’s going to love you so much.”

“Oh, fuck, Ava.”

“You going to come for me?”

“Yeah, but you first. I want to feel you on my cock.” He reached down and drew circles against my clit with his thumb. The heat in my core erupted into wildfire, threatening to consume everything in its path. “That’s it, princess. God, you’re getting so tight. I know you’re close. Come on, baby, take it. Just take it.”

I came with a shout, dragging my nails down his chest in search of purchase. His name fell from my lips with ease, breathy and barely there and only for him to hear. “I love you,” I said. “I love you, Theo. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” he replied, kissing me so hard I thought I might pass out.

And then he lifted me off him and turned me around so that I was facing away from him. I sat back, feeling his cock filling me, and nearly cried out again. The new angle was delicious, pleasure so good it was blinding. He aided my movements with his hands on my ass, and the head of his glorious cock popped out and hit my sweet spot yet again. I didn’t understand how he just knew, and every single time he used it to his advantage. I was already exhausted from climaxing twice, and by the look of things, Theo’s intention was to make it a third.

“Theo,” I whined. Incoherent. My mouth was watering, drool soaking into the bedspread. “Theo, yes. Yes, right there. Oh, fuck!”

“Love how you sound. So fucking filthy. You only make noises like this for me, right?”

“Only you. Only ever you.”

“That’s right, sweetheart, because only I know how to make you feel this way.”

“Yes,” I panted. “You’re the only one who makes me feel good. Oh, God, I—”

My orgasm hit me hard, short-circuiting my brain. I clenched around him, back arching as climax rippled through every cell in my body. It lasted for what felt like hours, yet it was over all too soon. Once the last remnants of pleasure left me, exhaustion took hold.

It only took Theo a few more thrusts before he came undone, too, spilling into me. I remained on top of him for a moment longer, enjoying the feel of his cock inside me. Peace found us in the quiet of the afternoon, nothing but our beating hearts and heavy breathing to fill in the void.

I turned and we lay down together, and he held me close, pressing kisses into my hair while drawing circles into my shoulder with his fingers. “Gorgeous,” he murmured.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I teased.

He placed a gentle hand on my stomach. “Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?”

“I’m not sure. What would you prefer it to be?”

“Doesn’t matter to me as long as they’re happy and healthy. You?”

“Same. I couldn’t care less. I’m going to love them, either way.”

“I meant what I said before. You’re going to make a great mother.”

I smiled up at him. “And you’re going to be a great father. I mean, you’re already a great father, but you know what I mean.”

Theo kissed my forehead. “I’m going to be a dad again,” he said giddily.

“I love you, Theo,” I whispered.

“I love you, too, Ava.”