Page 3 of O'Connell's Forever

My little Princess.

“Huh?” My gaze scrambles over her body until it locks on to the huge smile encompassing her pretty little face that reminds me of her mother at the same tender age.

Bright-red lips beam back at me, and somehow, I suck in a sharp breath, taking my toothpick with me. Ho-ly shit.

The wood wedges at the back of my throat and panic sets in as I try but fail to spit it out.

Oh shit. My hand moves to my throat as I choke on the damn toothpick. Princess watches me with her nose scrunched up. I ignore her look of disgust as saliva drips from my mouth, and I gurgle around the wood in panic.

I bang my fist against my chest, as if that’s going to free the little fucker up, then I shove my fingers into my mouth, wincing as I snap the damn thing in two and shards of wood splinter the roof of my mouth. Fuck, that hurts.

“So, do you like my lipstick?” Princess sticks her hip out and settles her hand on it while she waits for my reply.

How the hell am I going to do this? I drag a hand over my hair and blow out a deep breath.

When I gaze back into her dark eyes and her smile falls, I’m done for. Of course, I will tell her she looks damn good, no matter how heavy it sits in my stomach that my daughter looks like a fucking teenager and not the nerdy, gawky kind. Nope, the kind you want to lock up and kill every fucker who dares to look at them.

“It suits you, Princess. You look real grown up.” I swallow back the knot in my throat and feign an approving smile, but it’s worth it when her face lights up and she bounces on the balls of her feet.

“You’re the best dad ever!” She throws her arms around me, and mine wrap around her.

This is going to be the best damn Christmas ever.

ChapterFour

Bren

“Idon’t understand why we need to pack all this shit up to go three doors fucking down,” I grumble, glaring at the suitcases I have to load into the trunk, simply to drive down the street to unload at my brother’s house. I should be unloading in my wife, not doing this crap.

“We could just sleep here, then spend an hour over there. Why the hell do we have to sleep in the same goddamn house? You know the boys settle better in their own beds, Sky.”

“They do.” She agrees while bouncing Isaac on her hip.

I sit up on my elbow. “So, we’ll stay here and drop by Con’s for half an hour or fifteen minutes in the morning?” Hope builds in my chest as I wait for her reply.

“No. We’re going to stay at Con’s, and the boys can sleep with us.” I throw my head back on the pillow and swallow the rage I feel.

“How the hell am I meant to give you a daughter when our bed is occupied by three little cock blockers?” I groan, staring at the ceiling.

Sky giggles. Giggles ... As if I’m fucking joking.

“You do realize I’m pregnant already, right?”

Turning my head, I face her; she somehow becomes more appealing every day of my fucking life, reminding me how lucky I am to have her and our kids.

Her long blonde hair shines like satin in the glow of the bedroom light, and my mouth waters at the sight of her tits sitting heavy and swollen on her chest. Her small bump is barely there, but, fuck, I love her pregnant. Eager to get in on the action my mind conjured up, my erect cock drips precum.

“He ready for a nap yet?” I nod toward Isaac, our latest addition. He’s only a month younger than Brennan but just as big.

Sky bites into her bottom lip, then glances down at Isaac, who tries stuffing his entire fist in his mouth, leaving a trail of dribble behind when he realizes it won’t fit.

“I can pop him in the crib if you can be quick?” She tilts her head to the side and raises an eyebrow at me like that’s even a question that needs answering.

I’m popping open my jeans before she reaches the door to the nursery.

When she steps back into the room, I have my cock out, pumping it in my fist. “Mm, fuck. Hurry up and climb on, baby. I need to feel that tight pussy stretched around me.”

Sky moves quickly, bunching up her dress as she clambers onto the bed. She straddles my thick waist and pushes her panties to the side. I don’t ask if she’s wet—my girl is always wet for me, and when I line myself up and surge inside her, I have all the confirmation I need. Her snug little pussy drenches my cock in her essence. “Oh god, Bren. You’re so big!” she pants out. Fuck yes I am.

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