Page 12 of Baby for Stepmom

I tugged against my ankle restraints, weakly trying to put some space between us—it was useless. I could barely move and Jax immediately shifted me back where he wanted me. He was so strong—I was helpless against him.

I couldn’t fight him, and I was still so tired. I felt all the tension in my body loosen.

“That’s it. You’re taking me so good. You’re going to make such a pretty baby for me.”

There was something about how he was thrusting, pushing into me slow and deep… I had never felt closer to anyone. I had never felt so cherished.

Then Jax grabbed my hip, tilting me and yanking me tight against his body as he ground himself deeper, at just the right angle—grinding my clit right up against his pubic bone.

Rocking into me, without letting go of that firm grip, holding me so tight… until the friction against my clit was the only thing I could feel.

“Jax,” his name on my lips was a moan, a plea. For what, I didn’t know.

It was so much. Too much. I felt completely unmoored, and my only anchor was Jax, who was holding me so tight it was like he wanted to mesh our bodies together.

“That’s it, gorgeous, come for me.”

His praise was like another touch, tipping me over.

I came with a groan. My pussy spasmed, pulsing around his cock, in a burst of pleasure that raced through my body all the way down to my toes.

I lay there boneless, utterly spent.

As Jax moved again, pounding into me hard, chasing his own release, I didn’t say a word of protest. Said nothing when after a harsh thrust, his cock jerked, and he came inside me, filling me again.

He kissed me deeply, worshiping me with his lips. I sighed, kissing him back. Too tired to pretend that I didn’t want it. That it didn’t mean anything.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jax whispered reverently. He slid his palm to my stomach, rubbing my belly in a slow circle. “I’m going to take care of you.”

TEN

JAX

Restless energy raced through me—I’d done it.

Tonight had gone better than I could have possibly imagined—I thought Delila would fight against me. I’d been prepared for her to curse and scream at me. Instead, I felt something shift in Delila, as she started to give in and stopped pretending that she didn’t want me.

I never could have imagined how she would arch her hips to take me deeper… how soft her curves would be as I pounded into her. Her fucking moans—sweet and delicate. Entirely at my mercy.

I never would have thought that she would let me kiss her… that she would even kiss me back, after what I’d done to her. How she would let me gently stroke her hair, lulling her back to sleep as my cum settled deep within her.

She was going to look so beautiful with a rounded belly, swelling with my child.

Delila was snoring softly when I cleaned her up—I could have fucked her once more, just to be sure, but it was getting late. Couldn’t risk having my old man walk in when I was in his wife.

I untied Delila from the restraints, redressing her with care. I tucked her in under the covers and pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

Hiding everything I’d done, I dumped the restraints deep in my messy closet, where no one would bother looking. All the evidence was out of sight, including the little bit of me I’d left behind in Delila—that would hopefully take root.

Once she was bred, Delila would be tied to me forever. The mother of my child.

Mine.

I was cleaning downstairs when the front door knob rattled. I put the blender back in the sink—I was scrubbing it for the second time, making sure that I did not leave behind any chocolate and Benadryl residue—when my father walked in.

My old man looked put together. His hair was slightly damp from a shower. If I hadn’t read his messages, I’d have had no idea that anything was going on.

“Hey, son.” He nodded curtly. “How’s your stepmom?”