Best Father In The World

"Nah. After a while, boredom would set in. You put in way too much time in your work."

He shrugged, which caught me off guard. "I might be changing. I'm not sure if staking everything in my business is still what I desire. I now have you." He touched my stomach with his hand. "I now have both of you. My priorities have changed."

"What do you mean?"

My toes curled as he leaned in close and kissed me. "When the baby is delivered, I might take a small step back, I've been considering it since you told me you were pregnant. I genuinely don't have anything else to prove or accomplish. Even if we had twenty children, they would be well taken care of for ten lifetimes to use up all my wealth. I might choose to prioritize my family right now over job."

His speech melted my heart. He really was going to be the best father in the world.

And there wasn't anything sexier, in my opinion. Nothing made me more attracted to him than the idea of him turning his life upside down in order to prioritise his family and children over anything else.

I encircled his waist with my legs and urged him to get closer. I wanted him inside of me. And he wasn't close enough.

When he filled me, we both groaned. He moved cautiously and deliberately, as if he were scared that he was going to break me. It was both good and horribly agonising. He took his time, just like I liked. He made gentle love to me. But on occasion, all I wanted was for him to pound me. Was that too shameful?

I stopped him from kissing me any more. "Lift."

I pressed up on his chest as he arched his brow in confusion. Still, he lifted off me. I flipped myself onto my stomach and smiled when he pressed down on me again. This time, he was straddling me.

He knew exactly what I was asking for. I felt his hot breath against my ear. It came abruptly, telling me he was chuckling. I shivered as his husky voice registered in my brain. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” I moaned. This was the position I would swear on. He always hit that spot inside me that made my eyes roll to the back of my head. He didn’t waste time as he grabbed my hips, lifted my ass, and pushed back inside me.

“Shit,” I groaned when he filled me completely. He held still, letting me adjust.

“I couldn’t hear you.” His lips were back at my ear, tickling, teasing me. He pushed inside me slowly a few more times before stilling once again. His hands slid down my arm, taking hold of my wrists before positioning them above my head. He twined our fingers together. “Tell me what you need.”

I flushed. He knew I had a hard time talking dirty like he did, but he loved it when I tried for him, anyway. “You… you know what I want.” I was already a panting mess, urgently needing him to move and make me cum.

I felt his chest press up against my back, and he kept me pinned to the bed. And then, he moved. Pulling out. Pushing in. Slow. Too damn slow. He pulled one hand away from mine and move my hair away from my neck, instead letting his lips replace them. He sucked on the spot under my ear until I was writhing and bucking under him.

I tried to bring my arms down so I could grab onto him somehow. Make him move faster. He was having none of that.

"Keep your hands where they are," he growled, locking both my wrists in one of his hands. My heart raced from his demanding tone. I got hot and bothered when he was controlling in bed. The man really knew how to get me going.

He was drawing it out. In and out. Slow. Making me beg. Making me want. He was torturing me. But I welcomes this torture. Both our bodies were covered with sweat, slipping and sliding on top of the sheets. The scent of his skin when I turned my head made my head spin with intoxication.

"Tell me." His lips were back on mine, his tongue moving at the same languid pace as the rest of him.

I couldn't take it any longer. "Please fuck me."

"How?"

"Hard." I panted. "Fast."

The weight of his chest on my back was gone instantly. He let go of his hold on my wrists. One of his hands held his body up while his other held me down. His thumb pressed down on the small of my back, sending another wave of anticipation through me.

So close.

He didn't disappoint. Each time he drove inside me, he hit that magic spot. I wasn't sure whether I was screaming or crying, but it felt so good I couldn't stop. He pounded me fast. Hard. Just how I has asked him.

Yet, he had set a maddening pace that I wasn’t sure I had imagined when I uttered those words. It was just that he knew my body. He knew it better than me. And he knew the exact moment I would come apart.

The pleasure was so intense—coming in wave after wave—I could only lay there and take it.

I was coming down from my blissful high when his body pressed down on mine again, his movement slowing back to his previous pace. He covered my arms with his, tangling our fingers, whispering filthy things in my ear as he drove me into the the mattress with each deep stroke.

I was locked there in place as he finished—taking his time as he prolonged his own climax—his teeth coming down on the skin of my neck when he finally released. I wondered if he would leave a mark, but didn't really care much if he did.

I loved it. It was primal. Erotic. So, so savage. It almost made me come again. He didn't pull out immediately. We stayed pressed together, kissing as we both cooled down.

Eventually he did move, and I missed his weight as soon as he pulled off me. I tried not to pout as rolled over and pulled me so that I was on top of him. "That was amazing."

I lifted my head and smiled at him. "Yeah, it was."

His satiated smile made me smirk. I placed my head back on his shoulder and enjoyed the silence in the room mixed with the thud of his heart against his chest. His breathing was calm and even and I was almost sure that he had fallen asleep. But I was surprised when I heard him speak.

"Are you excited for your birthday?”

I chuckled and drew circles on his chest. "I think. You didn’t plan anything more than dinner, right?"

“I just planned a simple dinner and presents. Is there anything else you want to do?” he asked.

I flashed a salacious grin. "I do think there is something else I want more of." I moved my hips just a little to send the message across.

He laughed and hugged me tighter. "That can definitely be arranged."

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I was woken up by a fully dressed Nicholas the next morning.

“Good morning, baby. Happy birthday.” He leaned in to kiss me and he smelled so damn good.
I opened one eye and stretched my arms and legs. “Morning.”

“I am so sorry I have to leave. I would must rather stay here and give you a long, hard, early morning birthday wish that you wanted—” His eyes sparkled mischievously and I shook my head, amused. "But I have an early meeting that I can’t postpone. I wanted to wake you up so you weren't late."

I nodded, remembering I had classes this morning. I was still drowsy but I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to talk to Nicholas about the creepy guy who had been following me the last couple weeks. So much had happened the last two days with Jeff and the baby, it had completely slipped my mind.

With the thought of returning to campus, it was right at the forefront again.

I swallowed thickly. "Nicholas," I started.

He was already walking toward the door, but turned my way and frowned as he glanced down at his watch. "Sorry, baby. I really do have to take off. I'm already late."

I nodded. "Okay."

"I love you. Be prepared to open all the presents I got for you!" He flashed me a huge grin before rushing out the door.

My stomach twisted nervously and I jumped out of bed, racing to make it to the bathroom in time. I hunched over the toilet for what seemed like ages, although I wasn't sure if it was morning sickness or dread. I was a bit scared and not quite sure what to do.

If it was just me, it wouldn't have been that big of a deal. I would carry some mace in my purse and spray that H—or whatever his name was—asshole in the face if he got near me again.

But it wasn't just me anymore. I had to also worry about the baby I was carrying. It simply wasn't safe for me to go about this without some help. I needed to talk to someone and figure out what to do about attending classes with this guy out there somewhere.

I finally got myself up, taking a quick shower and dressing in some comfortable clothes. I texted Melody, letting her know I wouldn't be in our classes today and called John to tell him I was staying home. There was one more person—aside from Nicholas, of course—I needed to talk to before I even thought about going to campus again.