Page 64 of Untamed
As twisted as it sounds, it kind of makes sense. In a Massio kind of way.
“Besides, Daddy wants to watch the moment you pee on the stick. The moment our baby is confirmed.”
My cheeks burn, but something deep inside me swells, and I can’t help the way my pussy reacts to the idea of peeing on his command. My core clenches with excitement.
“Fuck, I can see your little hole likes that, Little Brat, it’s contracting, wanting Daddy to fill it. Are you going to let Daddyclean you up after too?” His hooded eyes meet mine, and he licks his lips as if hungry for the taste of me.
I’ve no idea what he means by cleaning me up after, but I’ve become accustomed to his aftercare and intend on reveling in the pleasure of it.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He places his palm on my stomach and caresses it, then his eyes hold mine hostage, and my heart beats rapidly under his scrutiny and the excitement dancing in the air between us. He places the stick between my legs, and his grip on my thigh tightens. “Pee for Daddy,” he murmurs, and he’s so close I feel his breath on my skin.
“I don’t think I?—”
He presses on my stomach, not hard, but enough to encourage me.
I dig my elbows into the mattress to lift myself up to watch, then his lips touch the inside of my thigh. His eyes bounce from my pussy to my face, and with a deep exhale, I open my bladder.
His pupils dilate and his stare darkens as I let the pee trickle out of me. I watch on in awe.
“More, Little Brat. Pee a little more,” he encourages.
He presses again, and this time it feels like a dam has burst. My pee gushes in a steady stream I can guarantee needed more than just a towel.
“Oh god!” I groan, part mortification and part giddiness.
“Fuuuckkk.” The growl that leaves Massio is nothing short of animalistic, and I bask in it. “That’s it, baby.” He kisses my thigh so tenderly, the moment is beautiful.
He’s right, we needed this together, a loving experience, just how our baby would have been created.
Wetness flows from me, and not just in the form of pee. I can’t help but lift my ass up as my pussy begs for attention.
His tongue swipes over my skin, and part of me, the sordid part, hopes he tastes my pee too.
The thought is dirty, filthy even, but the truth is, I want him to.
Need him to.
His head dips lower as my pee trickles out of me, and when he flattens his tongue and swipes it through my soaked folds, my jaw falls open.
“Oh, Daddy. Please.”
He drops the pregnancy stick to the side of the bed, then spreads me open.
“Gonna clean my little brat,” he growls.
“Yess!” I buck beneath him, already on the brink.
His tongue delves into my pussy then slides up to my pee hole, where he latches his mouth over it.
There’s barely any pee left despite me urging my body to release more, but as he sucks on me, I grip his cropped hair and thrust up to meet his face.
“You taste good, Little Wife.”
Pure need swells inside me.
Wife.
