Page 78 of Trust In Me

Reaching between her creamy thighs, I pull her legs open more, so her knees are on either side of my body, pulled up to give me full access. I swipe my finger through her slit and I can’t hold back the groan that rips from my throat when I feel how deliciously wet she is. Her hips tilt, begging me for more with her body, and when I slide two of my fingers in, giving her exactly what she asks for, her back arches from the bed as my lips swallow her moans.

Fuck! She’s so wet, and her body is so responsive to my touch. As I slowly piston my fingers in and out, she moans, begging me for more. Something I’m only too happy to oblige.

“I need your cock, Kel. Please, fuck…I need more. I want more. Please,” Mia moans as she tells me exactly what her body needs. It’s something she’s been working on, and over the last month, we’ve built her body confidence back up again. I’ve taught her how to listen to her body, to feel exactly what it is she needs, and to ask for it. Never again will she have to do anything she doesn’t want to do.

“Since you asked so nicely, Flower. I guess I can help with that.” Knowing how wet she already is, we don’t need much more foreplay, and my cock sure as fuck can’t get any harder.

Grasping the shaft in my hand, I move it up and down, getting him ready for the main event. Pre-cum beads on the tip, and I rub it in, dragging my pre-cum over my dick. Slowly, I swipe the tip through her slit, mixing my pre-cum with her juices, getting my cock wet and ready for her. I push the head against her clit, eliciting the sexiest groan from her as her back arches further and her hands fist the sheets. I move it to her entrance and slowly press into her pussy.

As soon as the first few inches are in, and I know Mia’s accustomed to me, I slam the rest in quickly until I bottom out and Mia’s cries of pleasure fill the room. I don’t give her any time, knowing she can handle me. I pull back until just the head remains before pushing back into her hard.

Fuck, I can feel my balls start to tingle already. “Looks like this is going to have to be a quick, hard fuck,” I whisper in Mia’s ear, and I love the way her body shivers when my breath catches her ear.

“Fuck me hard then, babe.” I don’t think I will ever get over hearing my sweet, shy girl, flushed with pleasure, talking dirty to me. It turns me on so much, and I’m only too happy to give her what she wants.

Slamming my cock in and out of her pussy, her moans become more and more desperate and frantic as her hips thrust up to meet mine. Her fingers rake across my back, as her lips devour mine. It doesn’t take long, as I pound my cock in harder and faster, and I feel Mia start to respond. Her moans are more frantic and desperate, as she claws to try and pull me closer. Her pussy grips my dick like the most perfect glove designed just for me.

“Oh fuck. Kellan, you’re going to make me come. I can’t…” Mia mutters against my mouth, and I can feel her muscles coil around me.

Fuck, she feels so good, and my balls are tightening to the point I know I won’t be able to last much longer. “Come for me, Mia. Fall apart on my cock. I want to come with you.” My voice is low, and deep, filled with so much passion as I try to hold off long enough for Mia to come first.

Luckily, all my girl needs is to hear my dirty words, and she falls apart in my arms, her body trembling beneath me as her cries of pleasure intermingle with her chanting my name. Her pussy clamps around my cock like a vice, and I have to hold still. Her pussy milks away at my dick, and within seconds I erupt alongside her. The moans of our joint orgasm fill the room, and as we both come down from that high, all that can be heard are our desperate pants as we try to fill our lungs with air.

Taking Mia’s head in my hands, I slowly press my lips against her, our foreheads connecting. “Fuck, Flower. I don’t think I will ever stop wanting you. It’s like you are my own personal drug, and my body craves the high you give me.”

“I don’t want you to ever stop craving me. I’ll always want you, Kel.”

We stay like that, cuddled in each other's arms, until we hear crying coming from the baby monitor. Normally, I would wait a couple of minutes. It’s something Mia’s been teaching me. Apparently, there are times when Hallie wakes up, has a bit of a grumble, but ultimately she will soothe herself until he falls back to sleep for a bit. For a while, I hated leaving her to cry, but it got easier. She was seeking me, when she really just needed to go back to sleep for a bit longer.

But today, both Mia and I look at each other with excitement, and we know we aren’t going to let Hallie fall back to sleep. Hell, we’ve been waiting for her to wake up today.

Rolling out of bed, I pull on some sweatpants, and I toss my baggy Liverpool football shirt in Mia’s direction so she pulls it over her head. She runs into the bathroom, no doubt to clean up the mess we just made as I go into Hallie’s room.

Picking my little girl out of her crib, I shoot her the biggest smile before giving her a kiss. “Good morning, my little Hallie Bear. I can’t believe you are a whole year old today. My baby’s getting so big,” I sing, as she tucks her head into my shoulder and yawns.

I carry her back into my room and Mia has turned on the light to reveal the balloons we hid in the corner of the room. We spent fucking ages inflating them last night, and getting the last of her presents wrapped. Watching Hallie’s eyes widen as she takes in all the big balloons—which we know she loves—I’m blown away by how fucking lucky I am.

Carrying her over to the bed, Mia joins us and as I sit Hallie on the bed, she instantly crawls until she’s wrapped in Mia’s arms. “Good morning, beautiful,” Mia says as she plants a kiss on Hallie’s cheek. She then begins to sing the happy birthday song, which I join in with, and that gets Hallie giggling like a loon.

We spend a short while just laughing together, opening the occasional present. Hallie looks overwhelmed by them all, and she can’t decide whether to play with the actual presents, the wrapping paper, or the boxes. She also makes sure to chase some of the balloons around the bed in between opening presents.

Once we’ve opened the couple of presents we have for her, we get her ready to go down to breakfast. As Mia dresses in her usual jeans and cropped t-shirt, I dress Hallie in some jeans and a t-shirt that says ‘I am one, so fear me!’ and it suits her perfectly.

We are up earlier than we normally are, so I don’t expect to see anyone else downstairs for at least another hour, but as we descend down the stairs, the lights are already on. It’s clear someone else is stupid enough to be up at this hour. As we enter the kitchen area, Bree, Liam, Freya, and Kian are all sitting around the breakfast bar, nursing mugs of coffee. As soon as they see us walk in, they erupt with cheers.

“Happy birthday, Hallie,” they shout in tandem, before rushing towards my very startled daughter.

Of course, as soon as she sees Liam, she wiggles in my arms, demanding to be put down. Over the last couple of weeks, she has been slowly finding her feet more and more, and has even managed a few steps while we’re holding on to her. Liam and I utilise every opportunity to try to get her to walk, and this is perfect. I lower her onto the kitchen floor, keeping hold of her hands while she finds her feet. She hops up and down like a drunken sailor who hasn’t quite found his sea legs yet. Once she’s as stable as she’s going to be, Liam sits just a couple of feet away from us, and holds his arms out.

“Come to me, Hallie Bear. Come and give Uncle Liam a big birthday cuddle,” he coos, as she begins to take a couple of steps. When I’m sure she’s found her footing, I slowly let go, one hand at a time. Her hips wiggle a bit, and at first it looks like that big baby booty that I love so much is going to bring her crashing down, but instead she takes a step. We all stay frozen on bated breath. She’s managed one step before, but that's her maximum unaided, and we all stare, desperately hoping this will be the time.

I look over at Mia and Bree, who are both huddled behind Bree’s phone, as she films, just in case. “Go on, baby girl. You can do it,” I shout in encouragement, and she places her next foot down.

“Yes! Go Hallie,” shouts Kian, as she surpasses anything she’s managed before. For once, his big, cheesy smile doesn’t make me want to punch him for being too chipper in the morning. Instead, it’s infectious, and I know we all have matching expressions.

Hallie seems frozen, unsure of what to do next. At first it looks like she’s going to sit down. She has, after all, exceeded her previous attempts and has gotten the praise she wants from us. Then she looks over at Liam, with his arms held out for her, and she gives him a big smile and a chuckle. She then surprises us all by taking the next few steps in rapid succession before falling into Liam’s arms.

The kitchen erupts louder than a football stadium does when their favourite shooter scores in the last minute, giving their team the win. We are all thrilled and the more we celebrate and praise Hallie, the more she giggles.

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