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My spine bolts straight, and I throw my head back in awe. “I’m coming, Daddy. I’m coming for you.”

My body coils, and my orgasm bursts through me. Before I have a chance to come down from my high, Jensen has positioned me across his torso. Then he slams me down on his cock, causing aftershocks of pleasure to sail through my entire being.

Jensen thrusts up inside me, and I cling to his chest, dragging my nails down him to gain traction with the power of his possession.

“I’m going to put a baby inside you, Little Nightmare.”

“Yes. Yes, Daddy.”

My pussy stretches around his girth, and I welcome the bite of pain it brings.

Each powerful thrust causes my tits to bounce with each surge of his hips, and his eyes ping-pong from them to my face and down to my stomach.

He stills, then his hand snaps out and his fingers clasp around my throat. “You’re not on birth control.”

I shake my head, and his fingers tighten. “I wanted a baby with you,” I whisper. His gaze darts to my stomach, and he licks his lips.

“You look swollen.” I’m not sure that’s true, but I love the idea. This pregnancy kink thing is right down my alley, so I push my stomach out farther, and his eyes glow with desire. “Do you think you’re pregnant now? Has Daddy put a baby inside you?” His cock jerks inside me, filling me with confidence to tell him the truth.

“Yes. Yes, you did. I took a test.”

His mouth falls open, his jaw drops, and his eyes fill with love and longing. He’s looking at me how I’ve always wanted him to. Even better, actually. “Holy shit, Little Nightmare,” he gasps. “You’re pregnant?”

I nod, then his eyes widen and his heart beats rapidly.

“You’re pregnant with my baby.”

I’m in the very early stages of pregnancy, so much so, the line was faint. But I did another five tests to confirm my suspicions. I’m pregnant with my daddy’s baby.

He palms my cheek in his thick hand. “I love you, Little Nightmare.”

Tears fill my eyes as happiness swells inside me.

“I love you so damn much. You and our baby.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

His pupils dilate, and he bares his teeth like a rabid animal, then he sits up and slams his lips against mine, and our tongues thrash in a desperate bid for control. When he powers his hips upward, I grind my ass down on him, and when his cock hits my G-spot, I combust.

“You’re both mine,” he whispers against my lips.

“My little nightmare. I love you, my beautiful, crazy girl.”

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

JENSEN

My cock slips from her snug pussy, and I feel lost already. I’m going to spend the rest of the night inside her, and although I’m torn between punishing her ass and fucking it, I’m going to opt for the latter. Though we do need to have a conversation about how she’s been deceiving me.

I tuck my spent cock away and buckle up my slacks.

“Put some clothes on, Immie. Daddy’s taking you home.”

Amanda’s face is dripping with mascara, snot, tears, and spittle.

I unstrap the cock gag, and her head falls forward. Slowly, she brings her head back to face me. “You bastard, you’ve been fucking her this entire time. Your daughter. You’re sick. You both are!”

I tilt my head and deliver a sinister smile that makes Miko’s appear tame.