Page 46 of Mister Daddy

I move a hand from her thigh to her breast to massage it in my palm, hoping to push her over the edge quickly because I’m almost there myself.

“I’m gonna come too, baby. Finish for me. I want to feel you.”

My words, my thrusts, and my attention to her breasts – they all work together to bring her to climax.

She nearly screams, but I steal the noise with my lips. Her quaking insides pull me deeper as I moan my own finish into her mouth.

“Wait you’re supposed to pull out,” she gasps suddenly. But again, it’s too late. I’m buried in her swollen folds and my balls are literally pumping the last of my seed into her as we speak.

“I’m sorry,” I rasp against her creamy throat. “I guess I don’t have as good control as I thought. You’re just too gorgeous, baby girl.”

She merely sighs and leans her forehead against mine.

“It’s okay,” she murmurs against my lips. “I have to go soon anyways and I’m sure nothing will happen.”

“That was one hell of a goodbye,” I pant. “I’m glad we did it that way. It feels right somehow.”

She giggles.

“Itdoesfeel right.”

“I don’t want this to be goodbye forever, though,” I admit. “I know it’s not the most convenient thing in the world because I travel a lot for work, but I’d like to stay in touch. Would that be okay with you?”

“Seriously, Carter?” she says. My heart lurches, and I’m worried she’s about to tell me this was only a one-time thing for her. That she didn’t feel the fireworks between us every time we touched, let alone slept together. “Of course I want that. I thought we even talked about potential babies together.”

“Thank God,” I whisper, smiling and teasing her lips with a kiss. “You had me worried there for a second.”

“Sorry. I like you a lot. I might even love you if we spend more time together.”

“I love you, too,” I say. I don’t need more time. I’m sure now.

Abby blushes and kisses me again. My erection returns, far from spent, but her departure will be announced soon, and I should prepare for my meeting later. We pull apart and get dressed, even though we’d much rather stay naked for a while longer.

“I’m going to be in Miami again next week,” I begin. I pull out my phone to get her number, but it rings in my hand. It’s the ship captain, so I can’t ignore it. “Sorry, I need to take this. We can make plans to meet up when I’m back and figure things out from there.”

I answer the phone and ask the captain to wait just a second.

“Flora, can you give Abby my personal cell number and my email address?” I call out to my secretary. Meanwhile, to Abby, I say, “That phone number can reach me any time, anywhere. And if you can’t reach me, email me. I check it a million times a day.”

“Okay,” she says, tears forming. She blinks them away.

“We’ll be together again soon.”

“I know. I’ll miss you until then.”

“I’ll miss you, too.”

Abby leaves my office after a long, passionate kiss that will hopefully tide me over until we meet again.

“Sorry, Captain. How can I help you?” I growl into the phone.

“I’d like to discuss this last week with you. We had a few issues that we need to go over before this itinerary goes out again in a few months.”

I sigh away from the phone. The captain isn’t usually a part of the post-trip meeting we have after every cruise, but he or she always has complaints. Most of the time I can’t fix the problems, which are typically related to weather or water conditions. They usually just want someone to listen to their problems.

“I can be there in twenty,” I say. It’s only a three or four minute walk, but the last day is always crazy. It takes a lot longer to get from point A to point B when all of the guests are trying to get off the ship.

The captain drones on about all of his complaints about this cruise, and I pretend to listen, nodding at all of the appropriate points. I hope he buys it because honestly, my head is far away from this cabin. Instead, it’s with Abby, wishing that I was with her right now. The curvy girl has a hold on my heart, and even though she’s gone, that hold hasn’t let up.