Page 57 of Until Waverly

“Good” was all he said before he put my daughter in my arms and strolled off.

Sarah Jane came back holding the baby’s diaper bag and a Flame takeout bag. She handed me both, and now four plus weeks in, I found myself able to juggle it all. “Mack had the staff pack up some of the food for you guys.”

I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you, Sarah Jane.”

Walking out of the restaurant, I held a part of my new world in my arms. The other was sitting in my car, waiting.

* * *

Waverly bathed Alandria while I pulled all the food out of the bag and put it out for us to eat. Mack provided us with the same five-course meal we’d sat down to dinner with at the table in the restaurant.

Between the salad and the sliders, Alandria fell asleep. All of us had an intense, eventful day. Poor little thing tuckered herself out. I waved off Waverly as she tried to stand, and I put Alandria to bed where she’d sleep for the better part of the night.

When I returned to the living room, Waverly was on the new couch I’d bought two weeks ago. After she returned from the hospital, she figured out rather quickly just how uncomfortable the couch was. So, suggesting a change took little persuading on my part.

“Your dad gave me a warning before I left,” I said before sitting beside her.

“My dad?”

“Yeah.” I couldn’t keep the grin off my face. “He didn’t say it, but it was implied he’d cut my dick off if I knocked you up again without being married.”

Her cheeks flushed red. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry.”

I snorted. “Apologize, Wave? I think I’d do the same thing if I was in the same position.”

She giggled, and it made my heart feel ten times lighter.

Stretching out on the couch, I rested my head on the back as I closed my eyes. “First thing we’re going to have to do is to find us a bigger place to live. One where Alandria has a bedroom all to herself.”

“There is nothing wrong with my apartment, Jackson Banks,” Waverly chided. “Besides, why does Alandria need a room?”

I opened my eye and stared at her. “I’ll tell you why.” My cock rubbed across the panties covering her sweet little pussy as I tugged her over my lap. “Because, when I want to fuck her momma hard, I don’t want to worry about waking my daughter up.” I kissed the tip of Waverly’s nose. “If you haven’t noticed, our daughter is a grump if she doesn’t get a good night’s sleep.”

Waverly laughed. “I guess that means no sex tonight, huh?”

“Wrong. It just means I’m going to fuck you on this couch, then take us both to bed.”

Waverly wiggled against me the best she could with her boot. “Hmm. I like that plan.”

“Figured you would.” Kissing her again, I tugged the sash holding her dress closed. The material fluttered open, exposing her body to my gaze. Her tits were rounder, her hips a little fuller. The last time we were together, I didn’t have time to enjoy her like I yearned to. “I want to do everything, sunshine. Eat your pussy while you suck my dick. Figure out what positions feel good for you. Hear you scream my name. But not tonight.”

Her firm breasts were pale against her powder-blue bra. I groaned when I saw the little bow in between the cups.

Waverly sat up straight and pulled the dress off her body, tossing it on the other side of the couch.

“You got a beautiful body, baby,” I said while I ran my fingers from her neck to her waist and then back again to cup her breast with my right hand. I ran the pad of my thumb over her nipple, reveling in the feel of the bead tightening under my touch.

“Jackson,” she whimpered, her head tilting back in pleasure.

Unclasping her bra behind her back, I then removed the flimsy material from her shoulders and dropped it with her dress. “Much better, sunshine.”

Waverly surprised me by placing her hands on the back of the couch and leaning over me to kiss the corner of my mouth. Her breasts scraped across the front of my shirt. The rasp of her nipples turned me on.

“I want to taste you too,” she whispered in my ear. “I dreamed of it.”

Her request had me shooting up from my seat and dropping Waverly on the cushion where I’d been sitting. “Soon.” I tugged her closer to the edge, careful of her leg. Her white lace panties drew my attention, and my mouth watered. “I’ll buy you new ones. Promise.” I ripped the material from her pussy and groaned.

She gasped. “Those were brand new.”

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