Page 10 of 4ever Daddy

His hands are all over my body, and I have a hard time concentrating on anything but his touch and the way he moves inside of me.

“Daddy,” I keen, nearly ready to combust when I feel him thrust one more time, rougher than before, and flip us over so I’m on top. “What do I do?” I moan when I feel him slip in even farther. My eyes travel from his face and down his body to see where we’re connected.

“Move your hips”—his hands grip me—“just like that. Ahh fuuuuckk.”

The way he groans out his pleasure…there’s a heady, powerful feeling that overcomes me, and I close my eyes and listen to my body as it writhes. Stroking my hands up my stomach, over my sensitive breasts, and into my hair, I rotate my hips after each thrust and feel a new type of pleasure building. It’s different, more intense, and I tingle in places I didn’t know could feel so good before.

Coltrain sits up, gripping my ass tightly in his massive palms while latching onto a nipple and sucking eagerly as my movements grow faster. More desperate.

“Oh, Daddy, yes, that feels so good.”

His mouth moves to my other breast as I explode. Bright lights combust in my mind as I grow languid and loose, while he wraps an arm around my waist and drives his hips up harder and faster before bellowing out his own climax. We collapse onto the bed together, my head landing over his racing heart.

“Christ, if you aren’t pregnant yet, we’re doing something wrong.” He grunts, making me snort out a laugh.

“You honestly want that with me?” I can’t look up because I don’t know what I’ll do if he’s not serious.

Hooking a finger under my chin, he tilts my head up until our eyes meet. “When I say something to you, kitten, believe me. I’m not here to play you or make empty promises.” He must notice the tears in my eyes because his expression softens. “I’m your Daddy. I’m here to ensure you’re safe, happy, and protected. I want to give you the world.”

My lips curve with delight as my body softens on top of him. “I don’t know how to do the same for you, though.” Insecurity makes me wonder if I’ll ever be enough for him.

“Kitten.” He brushes his fingers through my tangled hair. “Being you is enough.” My eyes narrow, and he sighs. “Fine, if you truly need something, I have spent too many years making microwave dinners or eating out. Home-cooked meals are a commodity in my life, and coming home to one at night is a pleasure I can’t adequately express.”

Pushing up his body, I lay my lips against his and say, “I can do that, Daddy. I love to cook and bake.”

Licking my lips, I feel the smile spread across his face. “Good, because barefoot and pregnant is how I want you for the next ten years.” He rolls us over, his cock slipping free from my sex. “Now, how about a shower where I can spend a few minutes pampering my girl?”

I nod enthusiastically, eager to get the day started.

After Coltrain thoroughly washed my hair and body, he allowed me to do the same, and I discovered what all the fuss was about with shower sex. I definitely would like to do that again. Once we were able to disentangle ourselves, he took great pride in drying me off before setting me on the counter and brushing my hair before allowing me to brush my teeth.

As I moisturized, he got dressed and picked out my clothes for the day. When I entered the bedroom, a long milkmaid dress in the same yellow as yesterday was splayed across the bed with a pair of white ballet flats and a white embroidered kimono-style sheath.

Coltrain is now in the kitchen, frying up bacon and eggs as I walk in.

“God, you're gorgeous,” he comments, his eyes eating me up like I’m his last meal as he hands me a steaming cup of coffee.

“Thank you,” I murmur into the cup as I take a tentative sip, enjoying the light milky brew with a dash of cinnamon for flavor. “Perfect.” I praise him this time.

“Sit.” He points at the table with the spatula he used to flip the eggs. “You want toast?”

I nod and study him in the kitchen. While I love cooking, and the thought that I get to care for this man is addicting, I can’t deny that watching him cook for me makes me a little unhinged with my attraction.

A minute later, he brings over a plate filled with crispy bacon, cooked to perfection, two over-easy eggs with extra pepper, two slices of buttered toast, and a bowl of incredibly fresh berries.

“This looks divine. Thank you, Daddy.” Offering my lips for a kiss, he doesn’t hesitate and forces himself to draw back when I can tell he wants to pull me closer.

As we eat together, I make little discoveries about him. He likes hot sauce on his eggs, raspberry jam on his toast, and he sprinkles sugar over his berries.

Once we’re finished and I’m about to stand to clean up, he stops me with a hand on my arm. “Not yet,” he says, waiting until I sit again before taking out his wallet. “This is for you.” He slides a credit card towards me with my name on it. “I want you to go shopping today. Not for clothes…” he interrupts, knowing I would ask because he had already expressed interest in doing that for me. “This house has been my home for a long time. It’s very masculine. I’d like you to get anything you want to make it our home. Furniture, decorations, art, paint, carpets. Whatever catches your attention, get it and have it delivered this weekend, and we’ll redecorate together.”

My jaw drops so hard, I think it unhinges. “What’s my budget?”

I realize how that sounds. Greedy. But I’m also beginning to understand Coltrain and the way he thinks. He’s not just making an offer; he wants me to feel at home here, and I can admit some things need sprucing up and a splash of color.

“No budget.” Is he kidding? “This has been my house, but you’re what will make it a home.”

I tear up again as I slide into his lap and pepper him with kisses. “I promise you’ll love everything, Daddy.”

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