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Watching Rocco with Phi has my core clenching. There’s something erotic about a man with a bare chest and a tiny baby sleeping on him while his large palm strokes over the baby’s back and cute little tush.

Rocco is everything I want as a father to my children, and that has only emphasized Gerrard’s lack of parenting skills.

The bond between him and Matt has become brotherly, but with Phi, it’s all about being her papa. I insisted on us not encouraging daddy, as that’s too close to what we have. It’s personal and intimate, it’s everything. He’s my protector, my giver, and I’m simply his.

I slide my shorts down and lift the camisole over my head, then climb onto the mattress with my back against the pillows and open my legs and wait.

The last time I did this, he took longer putting Phi down than expected and I had two orgasms before he joined me. This time, I’m hoping he can deliver them.

All of them.

My head snaps up to find him in the doorway, his chiseled body looking as edible as ever.

How is it men can look incredibly hot as new parents, but women get all the hang-ups—the stretch marks and leaky boobs.

Something I would be conscious of if it wasn’t for Rocco having me feeling like the only woman in the world he has eyes for. His loyalty has never once been in doubt. I feel adored by the man I love, and the feeling is mutual.

My gaze roams over him as pushes his boxers to the floor, then he stalks toward me like a predator hunting his prey. “Spread those pussy lips for me, Little Red. Let Daddy see you nice and open for him. I like to see where I’m sliding my cock.”

He climbs onto the bed toward me until his face is between my legs, watching me open myself up to him, then his eyes connect with mine, and he delivers a long stream of spittle onto my fingers, our eyes never disconnecting.

My fingers become wetter, a combination of his spit and my arousal. I fidget as pleasure zips up my spine, and he slides his finger through the mixture and brings it to my clit. Tilting my head back, he strokes me with slow circles, and I lift my hips in encouragement.

“Does my baby need attention?”

“Yes,” I pant out wantonly.

“Do you need Daddy to help you?” He licks his lips.

“Yes, please.”

My body sags as he removes his hand and uses both hands to push my tits together. There’s still milk in them since Phi doesn’t drink it all, but her papa won’t let it go to waste.

He moves forward and pushes my tits together; they’re engorged and achy, and the moment his lips locks around my nipples, I moan. The vibration of his growl as my milk splashes into his mouth has me on the edge, and I lean forward to adjust his cock, loving the way he flinches when I touch him.

“Fuck,” he hisses as I position the tip at my center, then he pushes inside, causing my eyes to roll at the sensation of feeling so full.

His hips withdraw and he snaps them forward just as quick, and the headboard bangs against the wall.

He detaches his lips, and his nostrils flare. With one hand, he grips the headboard above me. “Fuck, you taste so damn good.” Milk drips from his mouth and down his chin as he stares down at my leaking tits bouncing as he fucks me faster and faster. Harder and harder. He wraps his other palm around my throat, and I thrust up into him. “That’s it. Take Daddy’s thick cock in your pussy. Leak your milk, Little Red. Daddy will lick you clean.”

His cock rubs inside me so perfectly, so well-practiced that my orgasm slams into me, and his hand tightens as his own becomes evident. “Fuck yeah, just like that, Little Red. Milk Daddy’s cock.” Slam. “Just.” Thrust. “Like.” Slam . “That.”

His cum hits my walls, and we spiral into a realm of pleasure created just for us.

My vision becomes blurry as he whispers, “Daddy’s little red.”