Chapter Thirteen

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Axel

Novella was quiet the rest of the day as I worked. My mom never left her side, hovering over her until I announced I was heading home and taking Novella with me and my mom was not welcome. The scowl my mother sent me could've put me six feet under, but my dad managed to wrangle her out of my office and take her home.

"Daddy," Novella whined as she came down the stairs, her wet hair hanging around her shoulders. She was wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a tank top that was riding up on one side to reveal her hip.

Griffin looked up from his phone, but Harlan didn't pay her any mind. I beckoned Novella over with one finger, and she quickly crossed the distance between us and crawled into my lap, her thighs on either side of me.

"You okay, baby?" I asked softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek since her face was buried against my shoulder.

She didn't respond—just clung to me. I grabbed the throw blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around her. She reached up with one hand and tugged it over her head, hiding from the world.

Christ, she was so fucking adorable.

Griffin's phone suddenly went off, and he held it up, showing me it was the prison warden before he stood from the couch and walked out of the room. Harlan grabbed the remote off the coffee table, turning the TV on and flipping through the channels.

Novella slumped against me, her body growing heavier. I peeked beneath the blanket, smiling softly. She was asleep, her lips softly parted, her breath fanning the skin of my neck. I let the blanket hang around her shoulders and stood from the couch, one arm beneath her ass and the other wrapped around her back.

"We're heading to bed," I told Harlan.

"Night," he said, lifting a hand in a wave.

I carefully navigated the staircase and entered our room, gently depositing my sleeping beauty on the bed and covering her up. She curled up on her side, grabbing the stuffed penguin I'd ordered her a couple of weeks ago as if it were second nature for her to seek out the stuffie when I wasn't in bed with her for her to cling to.

I brushed my lips to her temple. "Sleep tight, baby girl," I murmured against her skin before heading to the bathroom to get a shower.

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"Daddy..." Soft lips pressed to my chest, and a small hand circled my aching, stiff cock. "Daaaaady..." Novella softly sang.

I cracked an eye open, looking down at my mischievous woman. Her chin was resting on my chest, her eyes glimmering with need. Her clothes were missing, her tits pressing against my side.

She squeaked when I rolled us over so she was on her back and I was between her thighs, hovering over her. She was already wet, and a small, needy whimper sounded from her sweet mouth as my cock rubbed over her clit.

"I need you," she begged, her soft palms roaming up my abs and across my chest until her fingers were gripping my biceps. "Please, Daddy."

I leaned down, pressing my lips to her jaw. She tilted her head back, granting me more access to her neck. Fuck, she was such a good girl, anticipating what I wanted from her before I even had to voice it.

"You need me to breed you, baby?" I asked, my voice still husky with sleep. "Need me to slip my cock into your needy little pussy and fuck you until you're full of my cum?" I rumbled into her skin.

She groaned. "Pleeeease, Daddy," she begged.

I pressed my cock into her tight opening, my tip popping inside. And then, I was sliding home, bringing our bodies flushed together. She moaned my name, and I groaned. She was so wet and silky smooth. She felt so fucking good. I couldn't get enough of her. It was impossible.

"Christ, baby, you feel so good," I murmured against her lips. She opened for me, and I slipped my tongue inside, fucking my tongue into her mouth as I pumped my cock in and out of her slippery cunt. The sounds she made were damn near pornographic, and God, if she didn't stop making them, I wasn't going to last long.

"Dad-Daddy," she panted, her nails digging into my back. "Gonna—I'm gonna—"

"Come, baby," I growled. "Let me feel this sweet pussy milk my cock. Show me how badly you want to be pregnant with my baby."

She cried out, her back bowing off the mattress as she flooded my cock, her walls clenching tight around it. Moaning her name, my hips stuttered off rhythm, and then I was following her over, pumping her full of my cum, just as I promised her I would.

As soon as I was finished coming, I grabbed a pillow and lifted her hips, placing the pillow beneath her ass. I knew it was more than likely some old wives' tale, but I was desperate to have her pregnant with my baby. And until there was a positive line on a pregnancy test, I would keep trying every method I could think of to knock her up.

She sighed, slumping into the mattress, the sheets and blanket rumpled around her. I rolled to the side and draped my arm over her waist, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

"You did so good, baby girl," I praised.

A small smile tilted her lips, her cheeks flushing an even darker shade of red than they already were. "Thank you, Daddy."

I pressed my fingers to her cheek to turn her head toward me and then pressed a kiss to her sweet mouth. "I love you."

She opened her eyes, tears shimmering in hers. She grabbed my hand, gripping my fingers as one ran down her cheek. I kissed it away.

"I love you, too, Daddy," she croaked. "So, so, so much."

I nuzzled her neck, pressing a kiss to her pulse. "I know you do, baby." I ran my hand over her hair. "Go to sleep. I'll move the pillow once enough time has passed, okay?"

She nodded, her eyes sliding shut. Within seconds, her breathing evened out, and her lips softly parted, sleep taking her away.