Expecting it All (Punishment Pit #7) - Livia Grant Page 0,10

her, she felt him wiggle it to get her attention.

"How was that, little girl?"

"Fucking fantastic, Daddy."

"There you go again with the f word. You think that's going to get you serviced tonight, do you?"

"I sure hope so. As nice as that was, I want your cock even more," she murmured.

"Has anyone ever told you you're a greedy little thing?"

She laughed. "Only you, although Master Lukus might have noticed, too."

"Yeah, well, Master Lukus knows all our secrets, now, doesn't he?"

"Yes, Sir."

Talk time was over. She felt his finger leave her as he pushed to stand in the space between her stretched legs. Rachel didn't try to hide her greedy gaze while watching him peel off his black tee shirt, uncovering his six-pack abs and huge tattooed arms. He was staring at her boobs as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his leather pants and shoved them down his long legs. Her eyes traveled to the outline of his impressive erection, which was so long the tip extended past the waistline of his briefs, peeking out as if to tease her.

Rachel licked her lips with anticipation. She wanted to reach out to lick the pre-cum off her husband's prick, but knew there was no way she could maneuver her body forward with her big ol' baby bump. She had to settle for watching him lower his underwear so his tool sprang forward, pointing towards her open slit as if it knew the way home.

When he hesitated, Rachel looked up into his eyes. He had returned his attention to her face. "You're sure about this?" he asked.

"I'm positive. If you think you're gonna get away with stopping now, you're nuts."

"And if you think you're gonna get away with talking to your Dom like that, you're nuts. I'll have to deal with your sassiness later. I have a pussy to fuck."

She loved that her husband was so frank when he talked about sex. He might be a bit rough around the edges, and he certainly could talk dirty with the best of them, yet most of the time she liked to think of him as her gentle giant. In that moment he exuded that persona, moving forward slowly until his cock was lined up perfectly with her waiting channel. Instead of claiming her hard and fast, as she wanted, he took things slow. He started by stroking the tip of his erection up and down her slit, gathering juice as he went, and coaxing more wetness from her body.

One inch. That was all he'd give her for the longest time. The slow stretch was delicious. She'd missed it.

Two inches. He was barely inserting himself before pulling out, again and again. It was driving her nuts with anticipation, yet she held her tongue, letting him set the pace for their scene.

Three inches. Four inches. Now they were getting somewhere. The tension had started to build. It intensified when he used the pad of his thumb to tweak the swollen nub of her clit.

Long minutes passed. He had always been so patient, often preferring to drag out their sessions into sex marathons. On a normal day, she loved it. Today was not normal. Today she needed him inside her. All the way inside her. When she reached out, he instructed her.

"Hands back on your tits, baby. They stay there until I shoot my cum inside you."

Rachel complied and he rewarded her obedience with his first deep plunge, touching deep inside her before withdrawing. His strokes were slow and deliberate, as if he were waiting for proof that he wasn't hurting her. For Rachel, it felt heavenly as long as he kept giving her his all.

"Christ, baby, I've missed you. I've missed this," he groaned.

"Not as much as I have, Derek." The second his name slipped from her lips, the mood changed. She had never called him by his name during sex. He was her Daddy or Sir. That was their dynamic. Or it had been. They were back to everything being topsy-turvy.

Instead of being angry, her husband smiled, his cock still buried deep inside her. "I guess we're both going to have to get used to that, now, aren't we?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy. It just slipped out."

"Don't be sorry, baby. Things are getting complicated. I understand. Are you doing okay?"

"I'm fine, really. I wish you'd just—"

She didn't finish her sentence. Her husband must have believed she was okay because he began to thrust inside her, hard and deep. He was finally delivering the kind of pounding they both