Expecting it All (Punishment Pit #7) - Livia Grant Page 0,32

up as if she were a feather and pulled her into his lap, facing him with her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Look at me, Rachel Lynn."

She did. "Yes, Sir."

"Daddy. At night, after Michael is asleep, I'm still your Daddy."

She grinned. "Yes, Daddy."

Their eyes were locked as he lifted her once more, lining up his hard shaft. As he loosened his grip, he let gravity press her body down, planting his tool deep inside in one thrust. A small twinge of discomfort joined the ecstasy of having her husband inside her again. Recognizing she might be in pain this first time after giving birth, her thoughtful Dom lifted her slowly before lowering her again, even slower.

Her heart swelled at his thoughtfulness, but she didn't want him to be gentle. She wanted his dominance—his power—his protection—his love.

She started to wiggle, attempting to speed him along, but he slapped her naked ass instead.

"That's enough, little girl. We go at my speed. Not yours."

"But I want you... bad," she whispered.

"In case you missed it, you have me. All of me."

"Yes, but—"

"But... my baby wants me to fuck her harder?"

His naughty words turned her on. "Yes, please."

"Well, since you asked so nicely."

Playtime was over. Derek lifted her from her hips again and again, pulling her up only to drop her, impaling her over and over with his hardness as the intensity of his love shone in his eyes.

Rachel tumbled into her climax first, and was lucky enough to topple over the edge again only minutes later as Derek was getting closer.

He came with a roar, spewing hot cum deep inside Rachel's body, tipping her over the edge into a third orgasm, collapsing her head into the crook of his neck, nibbling as she started her recovery.

They hugged each other silently until she felt his softening cock slipping from her. Only then did it hit her, and she panicked.

"Oh, no!"

"What?"

Derek looked terrified, and Rachel worried that she'd panicked him unnecessarily.

"I'm not on the pill again yet. We didn't use a condom. With my luck, we'll get pregnant again."

She'd expected to see panic in his eyes, but instead she saw joy. "That would be lucky, wouldn't it? I love you, Rach."

"I love you more, Daddy."

Chapter Seven

Derek

"Rachel Lynn, get that lovely ass down here now. We’re gonna be late!"

Derek looked at his watch for the tenth time in the last hour. They should have left twenty minutes ago. It isn’t every day your best friend gets married, and despite being the happiest day in Lukus Mitchell’s life, Derek suspected his friend was probably about to lose his shit right about now.

I need to get there to keep reminding him of all he’s gaining today, not losing.

His wife rushed into the kitchen, her arms full of shoes, jewelry, purses, and makeup. Dumping the lot on the kitchen counter, she complained. “Your parents stayed too long when they came to pick up Michael. I need more time.”

Annoyed, Derek picked the high-heels out of the mess and handed them to Rachel. “All you need right now are your shoes. You can deal with the rest in the car.”

“I’m not putting my make-up on in the car! I’ll have lipstick on as eye shadow in Chicago traffic.”

“Rachel Lynn, I’m not going to be late to Lukus’s wedding. I already have everything else loaded in the car. We need to go.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re in the wedding. What the hell am I supposed to do for the two hours you guys are all taking photos and getting ready?”

It wasn’t the first time she’d complained about being left on her own while Derek played his role as groomsman. He understood why Tiffany had chosen her sister over Rachel as a bridesmaid, but it sure would have been easier if he and Rachel were both in the wedding party.

“I was going to wait until we got to the hotel to surprise you, but it’s better that I tell you now. I reserved us a room at the hotel tonight, so we don’t have to drive home tired after the reception. Not to mention, I don’t want us out on the road with the New Year’s Eve drunk drivers.”

He’d expected excitement from his wife to be staying at the Four Seasons. Instead, he got tears.

“What? We can’t do that! I told your mom we’d pick up Michael by one in the morning.”

“And I told her we’d be there by noon tomorrow to pick him up.”

“But… we can’t… I didn’t pack him enough… I…”

“Stop, Rach.