I nod quietly.

He closes and locks the door. “Come here.”

The other thing that we have in this nursery that is a lot like Colorado is an oversized armchair. Perfect for nursing a baby, and for parent-to-be shenanigans.

“Remember Vegas?”

I tip my head to the side. “When you fucked me on the balcony after telling your siblings about the elopement?”

“That was hot, but no. The other chair thing.”

“Oh.” My face heats up. The chair inside the hotel room, he’s referencing. “You want me to do that…here?”

“Yes, baby.” He says it so tenderly, but with the stern Daddy vibe that tells me the more I protest and squirm about it, the more he’ll just enjoy my discomfort.

Carefully, I kneel on the armchair, facing the back of the chair.

“Spread your legs wider,” he says as he tugs up my skirt.

I wiggle them apart.

“And now bend over like a good girl.” The pride in his voice overcomes any ingrained doubt I might have about arching my back and pushing my ass out into the air, presenting myself to him like that.

He exhales happily as he crouches behind me. “There are my little holes.”

I laugh wildly, silently, pressing my face into the cushioned backrest. Waiting for him to stop looking at my sex, and—

Ah.

Oh.

He licks a slow, broad path from my clit up to my ass and back again.

Yes. That.

“Who’s Daddy’s good girl?”

“I am,” I breathe.

“Who’s Daddy’s little wife?”

“Mmm-me.”

“Who’s having Daddy’s baby?” He’s asking me these questions conversationally between licks, and it’s driving me wild.

Which is exactly what I wanted, and he knows it.

“Sienna?”

“I am,” I gasp.

“That’s right. You’re my knocked-up little wife. Wished you for Christmas and got exactly what I wanted.” He sinks his teeth into the curve of my ass before standing up and hunching over me from behind. “Love this little sundress. Gotta be careful not to get any of my seed on it. Gotta bury that deep inside you. Breed you before we exchange vows in front of all of these people. Gonna put a ring on your finger knowing you’re claimed from the inside out, baby.”

“Yes…” I shudder as he thrusts deep, a thick intrusion.

“Yes?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He hums happily. “My perfect girl.”

I giggle. “Your slutty little wife.”

“Always wanted to marry you.”

“That’s revisionist history. You tried your best not to fall for me.”

“Tried and failed, baby. Daddy was all yours from the moment you said hello. I swear to God.”

I twist my head to the side so I can see him. We hold each other’s gaze as he pumps into me. Our breathing synchs up, and we come together, hard and fast.