Page 22 of The Man in Mom's Bed
Her tired eyes sparkle as I pull her into my arms and draw her as close as possible. Breathing deeply, I nuzzle my nose into her hair, running my hands over her soft body. I growl as I find the cleft where her ass meets her thighs—the same cleft that I used to watch when she wore my T-shirt back in the trailer. “Mine.”
“Yours,” she whispers.
I’m hard in an instant as I massage her delicate flesh—soft but firm and fertile. She’s not wearing panties. She knows I want to be able to take her whenever the urge hits me. It may not be easy with Shelly causing chaos everywhere, but we manage.
I snatch her roughly and bend her over the bed, lifting up the hem of her dress to expose the pretty pink peach of her pussy framed by the sweet curves of her ass. My tongue finds her slit, teasing her before I work my way up to her clit and apply pressure. All it takes is a few strokes and she’s burying her face in the sheets to mask her moans as she comes against my face.
Before she has a chance to recover, I’m inside her, pumping hot and heavy. My hands follow the lines of her pregnant belly like I’m holding on to a piece of our future.
Katie reaches back between her legs and caresses my balls with her fingertips, knowing what it does to me. And within seconds, I’m burying my length inside her and erupting, filling her with the second load I’ve given her today.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpers. “God, it’s so hot when you fill me up.”
We roll over and spoon, catching our breath as I hold her belly like a precious treasure. “I feel so huge,” she murmurs.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her. We talk about names, still unable to decide on one. But I’m not bothered. I know when it truly comes down to it, we’ll pick something, and we’ll both love it.
I stare down at her as she closes her eyes and think back on our history together. Three years ago, I thought being in love meant learning to let go. Now I understand it means holding on tighter every day, being a protector, building something that can bear the weight of our family forever.
A customer said we’re the picture of small-town success. I thanked him, but he doesn’t know he’s looking at a miracle—a girl who escaped her terrible mother and a man who fought for years for something to call his own.
I gave Katie her freedom, and she came back to me. She gave me a family.
The night deepens, and Katie and I grow closer to sleep. “Do you regret it?” she quietly asks.
“Regret what, baby?”
“Any of it. The trailer, the drama…the way I trapped you with my feminine wiles?”
I chuckle, kissing her gently by the ear. “Feminine wiles. That’s what we’re calling it now?”
“Would you prefer we call it ‘Cameron’s inability to keep his hands off a teenager?’”
I scoff, roll her over, and stare into her eyes. “You weren’t just any teenager.”
“No. I was yours.”
“From the beginning.”
THE END
