Page 60 of Mister Daddy
“I like how you think.”
He deepens the kiss and cups one of my breasts in his large, calloused hand. I forgot we were still naked. Very convenient.
Carter lies back on the bed, taking me with him. Unlike our fast session earlier in the night, like teenagers trying to squeeze it in before the cops come to check the steamy car, this time we take it slow. It reminds me of our last few times together a year ago.
Our hands explore each other’s bodies lovingly, relearning each other’s contours.
“You’re so beautiful. When I saw you in the club earlier, you looked different.Amazingdifferent though, and now I know why.”
“I haven’t lost the baby fat,” I say, feeling self-conscious.
Carter kisses my flabby stomach. “You’re perfect. It’s even sexier knowing you look like this because you hadmybaby.”
My heart flutters. This man knows exactly how to push my buttons in the best way. No wonder I fell in love with him.
Carter’s fingers work wonders on my already wet slit, making me moan uncontrollably as shivers run through my cunt. I use my hand to pump his hard cock, even though it’s difficult. He’s so big that I can hardly grasp it, the huge rod like a giant tree trunk that’s getting ready to take me. But it feels good to Carter and he moans this time.
“Just like that, Abby. Fuck, your hand feels amazing.”
I speed up my palm on his large, throbbing member, caressing each and every vein, but I don’t want him to come this way. I want to feel him filling me up for the second time in just a few hours.
Carter must feel the same way because one of his hands finds my breast while the other guides his tip right to where he belongs. He pushes in slowly, savoring the moment, until we can’t take it any longer. His thrusts get faster as our moans get loud enough to wake the neighbors.
“Oh fuck!” I scream, tossing my head back. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
“That’s it,” groans Carter. “That’s my dirty little slut. Goddamn!”
And finally, we finish together, his cock pumping gallons of seed inside as my pussy sucks it all up. It feels so good and I almost cry in ecstasy, loving the sensation of this man buried in my sweetest spot.
Afterwards, I lay my head on Carter’s shoulder, feeling spent. “It’s always so amazing with you. I can’t get enough of this.”
“It’s because I love you,” Carter rumbles. “I’ve heard sex is best with the one you love.”
“Well, then it will only get better because I’ll never stop loving you.”
Our breathing slows, and we stare at the ceiling, both quiet. Unlike earlier, I’m not thinking about how long I need to pretend to sleep before I can make my escape because now, I don’t want to leave, ever. But then my man sits up and looks at me with piercing eyes.
“I want to meet my son,” Carter growls low in his throat. “Will you let me?”
“Yes, of course,” is my soft reply. “He deserves to know his father.”
“Thank you.” The alpha male kisses my forehead and lies against the pillow, his eyes closing.
We fall asleep to the lullaby of our steady breathing with our bodies perfectly entwined.
It’s the best slumber I’ve had in over a year, and slowly my heart relaxes and a sense of well-being washes over my soul. Now that we’ve cleared things up, I know we’ll be sleeping together for a long time. In fact, I think we’ll sleep happily ever after.
Epilogue
Abby
Ayear later.
Timmy stumbles around the cabin happily. He’s only been walking for a few months, but he’s already a terror. He keeps Carter and me busy.
We live on Carter’s cruise ships, traveling around the world. Once Timmy starts school in about four years, we’ll re-evaluate our nomadic lifestyle. Right now, though, we’re happynotto have a place to call home. It works out, actually. When we’re on land, we stay in a hotel near my parents’ house so they can see their grandson. But when we’re not with my parents, then we’re sailing around the world, blissful and fancy-free.
“Timmy, honey, we need to get going.”