Page 15 of The Man in Mom's Bed
Katie sleeps beside me now, her body curved into mine like it was designed to fit there. Even now, lost in whatever dream she’s having, her body moves against mine, seeking warmth, her hand gripping my thigh as if to confirm I’m still where I’m supposed to be.
Not going anywhere, darling.
And that possessiveness goes both ways. I love my hands up her shirt, my fingers threaded through her hair, her legswrapped around mine while she piggybacks on me. It’s an addiction–a mutual dependency.
I’m rock hard as I pull back the sheets and stare at her perfect little bare ass. All I want to do is spread her open and slide inside—wake her up with the fucking of her life like I’ve done so many times. I know she’s wet, just like she is every morning when she wakes up beside me.
But I don’t. I can’t. Not now. Notthismorning. We have things to do. I have somewhere to be, with her. And it can’t wait. Besides, I’ll make sure she gets every inch when we get there.
“Katie, baby,” I whisper softly, rubbing her shoulder. “Wake up.”
She stirs gently, her gorgeous eyes fluttering open, still soft with sleep. They sharpen when she sees me, and the edges of her mouth twist up, forming the cutest smile. “Hey, there. What is it, Daddy?”
Still can’t get enough of her calling me that. I never knew I had that kink or fetish or whatever you want to call it, but hearing that name come out of her lips just gets me even harder.
“Get up. Get dressed. I’ve got something to show you.”
“Oh?” she asks as she gets up. She’s excited, which fills me with joy.
The morning air is still cold as we go to the truck and drive through the empty streets. I rest my hand on her leg, and she rests her head on my shoulder. It’s been weeks now, and yet every time I touch her, my body reacts like it’s the first time. It’s incredible.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” she asks, her voice playful as she rubs against me like a loving house cat.
“No. That would ruin the surprise.”
She makes a soft noise beside me, indicating her interest. When we finally reach the building, sitting just off Route 9, her eyes go wide. She recognizes it instantly. And why wouldn’t she?She went over my notebook—the layout, where each room would be, the parking.
“Cam, is this—?” she asks as I pull in and cut the engine. I turn to her, glowing on the inside. I’ve never been prouder in my life. I’m taking the next step, and I have her by my side.
“Bought it yesterday.” I nod. “Signed the papers while you were out at the store.”
I pull the keys from my pocket and dangle them in front of her face, her pupils dilated with disbelief.
“But I thought you were still saving up?”
I chuckle. “That’s what I wanted you to think. Come on. Let me show you around.”
She moves like a little flower blowing in the breeze as I guide her inside, holding her tiny, soft hand in mine. Our footsteps echo across the empty space, so full of potential. Fluorescent lights flicker over concrete floors, stained with years of oil and work.
“So this is where the first lift will go.” I point, walking her through my mental blueprint. “The second bay here—for quick jobs. Oil changes, tire rotations, things like that.”
Katie follows along silently, her eyes taking in every inch of the place. I can practically see her cataloging the details one by one.
“And the office,” I say, guiding her into the windowed room that overlooks everything. “We can put a desk for you here where you can see everything. Filing cabinets over here and a computer of course once we’re making enough money.”
“Mydesk?” she gasps, her voice carrying, filled with wonder and excitement.
“Of course, Katie. You’re my partner, remember? In everything.”
Her hand trembles in mine, and her eyes begin to water as she looks up at me like she’s about to cry. I’m blazing inside. I’vebeen hard the entire time since we left the house, and as I slip my hand around the small of her back and pull her closer, blood rushes to my cock, and my desire for her explodes.
“I love youso much,” I tell her as I slip my hands up her shirt and cup her delicious breasts. “Every single thing about you. You believed in me since day one.”
“Of course I did.” She smiles, a single tear spilling down her cheek. I wipe it away with my thumb. “I love you too…Daddy.”
Her plump lips pop open, and a tiny moan escapes her mouth as I move in for a deep, passionate kiss. I lick her tongue with mine, passion and lust spilling out of me. My briefs are damp. I can feel the pre-cum already spilling out of my cock.
Grabbing her by the hips, I lift her into the air and set her down on the dusty concrete floor. There’s no time to lay out a blanket or drive her back home to our bed. I need her, and I need hernow.
