The metal groans. Sparks shower down in bright, angry bursts. The hydraulic cutters bite through the steel seam. Cool hallway air finally breaks through the shaft. I'm pressed flat against his chest. My back to his ribs. His arms locked around my waist like iron bands. I can't move. Don't want to.
"Clear the area!" a firefighter shouts. The doors split open. Red and blue lights flood the concrete box. My eyes burn. My pussy throbs. Heavy. Stretched. Full of him.
He doesn't let go. He pulls me tighter. The blanket they toss over my shoulders does nothing to hide the mess between my legs. I'm slick. Dripping. His cum already leaking down my thighs. I don't care. I just want him.
"We've got you, sweetheart. Step back slowly."
He ignores them. His jaw is clenched. Dark eyes scanning the firefighters. Assessing. Threatened. Protective. He shifts me. Lifts me onto one knee. Keeps me shielded against him.
"She's with me," he says. Voice low. Rough. Final. "She's not going anywhere without me."
The lead firefighter hesitates, then nods. Steps back. Allows it.
I tilt my head up. Look at him. Really look. Older. Rugged. Lines at the corners of his eyes. A mouth built for commands and kisses. He smells like rain, expensive whiskey, and raw sex. My stomach flips. My heart hammers. Instalove hits me like a freight train. Hard. Unstoppable. I know him. I've always known him.
"Your name is Daddy," I whisper.
He smirks. Dark. Possessive. "For you, angel. Always for you."
He carries me out. Down the corridor. Past the flashing lights. Past the murmuring crowd. The cool night air hits my skin. I shiver. He adjusts his grip. Pulls me against his chest. Warm. Solid. Mine.
We stop at the curb. Sirens wail in the distance. He reaches into his pocket. Pulls out a heavy black card. Presses it into my palm. His fingers linger. Trace my knuckles. Warmth spreads through my hand. Up my arm. Straight to my core.
"Call me," he says. "When you're ready. When you need it. When you want it."
"I need it now," I breathe.
He chuckles. Low. Vibrating through my ribs. "Go home, Jessa. Shower. Rest. Call me when you can't take it anymore."
He turns. Walks to a black SUV. Opens the door. Slides in. Doesn't look back.
I stand on the sidewalk. Legs weak. Pussy aching. Missing the weight of him. The thickness. The cock that split me open and filled me so complete. I don't go home. I walk to my apartment. Drop my keys. Stare at the phone. Heart pounding.
I dial. One ring. Two.
"Answered."
His voice. Rough. Expectant. Ready.
"I'm coming over," I say.
"Don't bother. I'm already on my way."
Line goes dead. I dress. Shake. Not from fear. From want. Pure. Unadulterated. Necessary.
The door unlocks itself. I open it. He's there. In a black suit. Tie loosened. Eyes black with lust. With love. With possession. He steps inside. Closes the door. Locks it.
He doesn't speak. Just grabs me. Slams me against the wall. Kisses me hard. Tastes like rain and ownership. His hands are everywhere. Up my skirt. Under my underwear. Rubbing my soaked pussy.
"Fuck," he curses. "Already dripping. For me. Always for me."
I arch into him. "Daddy. Please."
He lifts me. Carries me to the living room. Sets me on the coffee table. Knees my thighs apart. No prep. No foreplay. He's hard. Aching. Needs to fill me.
He pulls down his pants. Cock springs free. Thick. Veined. Already leaking. I wrap my hand around it. Suck my thumb. Coat it with my juices. He groans. Head thrown back.
"Take it, Jessa. Take your daddy's cock."
I push back. He sinks in. Deep. Stretching. Filling. Perfect. I cry out. He catches it in his mouth. Kisses my neck. Bites. Marks.
"Mine," he breathes. "You're mine. Carrying my seed. Making my baby."
Breeding. The word hangs in the air. I feel it. In my bones. In my pussy. He wants to plant it. Claim it. Fill me until I'm round with him.
He starts to fuck. Hard. Fast. Brutal. Each thrust hits my cervix. Swells me. Fills me. I grip the table. Nails scrape wood. I beg. I break.
"Cum for me, angel. Let daddy see you cum."
I shatter. Waves crash through me. Pussy clamps down. He growls. Drives deeper. Buries himself to the hilt. Rides out my orgasm. Keeps fucking. Relentless.
"I'm close," he groans. "Gonna fill you. Gonna breed you."
He grabs my hips. Bones bruising. Thrusts hard. Deep. Cum spills. Hot. Thick. Pumping into me. I feel every pulse. Every drop. My pussy swallows it. Holds it. Claims it.
We collapse. Breathless. Trembling. He pulls out slightly. Checks. Smiles. Dark. Satisfied.
"It's in," he whispers. "All of it. Gonna stick. Gonna grow."
I nod. Press my hand to my lower belly. Already feels different. Warmer. Heavy with him.
We move. He strips off his suit jacket. Loosens his tie. Leads me to the hall. To the private elevator. His building has one. Mirrored doors. Cold steel.
We step in. Doors close. We're alone. He pins me. Hands on my waist. Lips on my throat.
"Elevator," he murmurs. "We started here. We finish here."
I nod. He lifts me onto the ledge. Straddles him. Sinks down. Takes him back. No lube. Just my soaked pussy. Swallows him. Groans.
He grips my thighs. Fingers digging in. Starts to move. Up. Down. Grinding. Rubbing. Fuck. It feels too good. My clit brushes his pubic bone. Friction. Heat. Need.
"Look at me," he commands. I do. Dark eyes. Full of lust. Love. Possession.
"You're carrying it," he says. "I can feel it. My cum pooling. Ready to take root."
I whimper. Nod. "Yes, Daddy. Breed me. Again. Fill me up."
He stands. Lifts me. Turns. Pushes me against the mirror. Hands on my ass. Fingers spreading me. Cock slides in. Back entrance. I gasp. He pushes. Stretches. Fills. Both ends. Overwhelmed.
"Too much?" he pants. "No? Good. You take it. You take all of me."
He fucks me. Hard. Fast. Mirror shakes. My reflection blurs. Tears prick my eyes. Pleasure. Pain. Pure. He grunts. Cum pumps. Hot. Thick. Filling my back. My front. I'm overflowing. Dripping. His. All his.
He pulls out. Spins me. Faces the mirror. Looks at us. Looks at my swollen pussy. His cock twitching. "Gonna make you a mother," he growls. "My little angel. Growing my heir."
I turn. Wrap my arms around his neck. Kiss him. Deep. Desperate. "Yes. Please. Daddy. Make me yours."
He flips me. Pushes me down. Bends me over. Hands on my hips. Cock at my entrance. One thrust. Buried. I sob. He kisses my shoulder. "Breathe, angel. I've got you. Always."
He pulls out. Strokes. Fingers my pussy. Rubs my clit. Watches me drip. "So ready for it. So perfect."
He enters again. Deeper. Harder. Cum floods me. I feel it. Everywhere. My belly swells. Heavy. Full. His. I cry out. He holds me. Fucks me through it. Until I'm shaking. Until I'm his.
We can't stay. Need air. Need to move. He grabs my hand. Leads me out. To the service stairwell. Concrete. Echoes. Dark. Private.
He flips the switch. Emergency light buzzes. Red glow. He presses me against the wall. Knees between mine.
"Stairwell," he murmurs. "Where it began. Where it's claimed."
I nod. He pushes up my skirt. Pulls down my panties. Already leaking. His cum mixing with my juices. Dripping down my thighs. He smiles. Dark. Proud.
"Look at what you do to me," he says. "So fucking fertile. So perfect for breeding."
He enters. Slow. Deliberate. Fills me. Stretches me. I gasp. Head hits the wall. He catches it. Kisses my forehead. "Easy, angel. Daddy's got you."
He moves. Slow at first. Then harder. Faster. Each thrust pounds my cervix. Swells me. Fills me. I wrap my legs around him. Anchor him. "Yes. Yes. Breed me. Make me yours."
He grinds. Hits my spot. Again. Again. I'm close. Tense. He feels it. "Cum for me. Let daddy feel it. Let it mark you."
I break. Waves crash. Pussy clamps. He groans. Drives deeper. Cum spills. Hot. Thick. Pumping. I feel it. Every drop. My belly swells. Heavy. Full. His. I sob. Press my hands to it. "It's in. You're in. I'm yours."
He pulls out. Looks at me. Messed. Dripping. Sated. "You're mine now," he says. "Body. Soul. Womb. Gonna fill you again and again. Until you're round. Until you're carrying my heir."
I nod. Press my lips to his. "Yes. Daddy. Please. Keep me. Keep breeding me. I want it. Need it. Love it."
He smirks. Picks me up. Carries me back inside. "Then it's settled. You're my wife. My mother. My everything. We'll marry. Tomorrow if you want. I'll sign the papers. Buy you the ring. Put it on your finger and my name on your heart."
I wrap my legs around his waist. Kiss his jaw. "Yes. Daddy. Take me. Marry me. Breed me. Keep me. Forever."
He chuckles. Dark. Possessive. "Already done, angel. Already mine."
He carries me to the bedroom. Drops me on the mattress. Kneels beside me. Runs his hand over my stomach. Smiles. Real. Soft. Unbroken.
"Sleep now," he whispers. "I'll be here. Every day. Every night. Breeding you. Loving you. Keeping you."
I reach for him. Pull him down. Kiss his chest. Feel his heartbeat. Steady. Strong. Mine.
"Love you, Daddy," I murmur.
He freezes. Then pulls me tight. Buries his face in my hair. "Love you, Jessa. Love you more. Gonna spend my life proving it."
I close my eyes. Smile. Belly heavy. Heart full. Future bright.
He's here. I'm his. We're breeding. We're forever.
HEA. Finally.