Page 52 of Daddy's Reckoning
“Yes?” I asked, cocking my head with a smile. I’d heard rumors about the second trimester, but I hadn’t believed they were true.
“I’m horny, okay? Ughhh!” she cried, pressing her thighs tightly together. “But… we’re not doing that, and even if we were… bedrest. It’s probably the last thing I should be doing right now.”
“Probably,” I agreed, wishing I’d thought to ask the doctor.
“So you want to come?” Is that it?” I racked my brain for the least explosive, safest way to give her what she needed, and came up with nothing.
She shook her head. “I don’t even care about that. I swear I don’t. I just want…” she sighed. “Sexual human contact. I don’t even need to be on the receiving end.”
“Say less.” Rolling off the bed, I stood and stripped the suit I’d worn into the office. First my shirt and vest, then my shoes and slacks.
Erin’s eyes lit up as she watched, and I swear she was almost drooling.
“You like that?” I asked, getting into it. “You want to see Daddy’s naked body on display for you?”
Her tongue darted between her lips and she nodded eagerly. “Can I… get…. Would you undress me?”
“Oh, babygirl. Nothing would make me happier.” She was giving me a gift, and I knew it would be fleeting. I knew the sexual intimacy we’d experience today would likely go nowhere, but it was too good between us for me to say no.
Leaving my boxer-briefs on for now, I slid onto the bed on my hands and knees and straddled her with my calves on either side of her thighs. I slowly worked the button on the blouse she’d worn to work, reveling in every glimpse of her creamy white skin. Her lacy, virginal bra cupping her swollen breasts made my cock rise and harden.
I pulled the hem of her top out of her black capri slacks that were also part of her uniform, and leaned down to trail kisses along her belly. She was starting to show. I’d probably need to take her shopping for maternity clothes soon. I tucked my hands between the waistband of her pants and her growing belly, and after unsnapping the front, leaned down to pull the zipper with my teeth. Erin’s chest heaved, her breathing was shallow. I knew that when I removed her pants, her panties would be soaked.
I had a moment of lucidity where I wondered if getting both of us riled up was really the right thing to do, but I took a breath and her musky scent assaulted my nostrils, ramping my arousal to a fever pitch. “God baby girl,” I groaned. With one yank, I had her pants halfway down her legs, then off, and just as I suspected, the gusset of her panties was soaked, turning the bright red material to a dark maroon.
Kneeling between her legs, I pushed them apart and licked up the fabric.
She responded with a needy whimper. “Theo! We’re not supposed…”
I licked again, and her protests died. I wanted to taste her, to rip off her panties and plunge my tongue into her sweet depths, but I knew that was asking for trouble, so instead, I leaned back on my heels and pulled my own underwear down, just enough to reveal my hard, erect cock.
Wrapping my hand around my length, I stroked slowly, locking my gaze on hers as I imagined it was her hand, her mouth, her pussy, her tight little ass. Until I didn’t want to imagine anymore.
“Lay down flat,” I instructed.
When she obeyed, I moved up the bed until my legs were on either side of her head. “Open.”
Her eyes shone with excitement and arousal as I squatted over her face, slowly inching my cock into her open mouth. Her lips teased my cockhead, and I could have come on the spot. It had been so long. Her tongue lapped my tip, and swirled circles down my shaft.
“Babygirl,” I moaned.
“Fuck, you taste good, Daddy,” she mumbled around my cock. “I want more. Fuck my face.”
Oh god.
That was all it took—hearing the dirtiest words fall from her sweet lips—to have me go full feral, completely unhinged. I thrust deeper into her mouth, pushing into her throat until the tip of my cock hit her uvula. I savored the sound of her gags. Bracing myself against the headboard, I did as she requested, thrusting hard, slow, and deep, then, when she was gurgling on a combination of my precum and her own spit, I went faster. My grip on the headboard was the only thing keeping me from toppling over as I fucked her sweet, sassy, bratty little mouth for everything I was worth.
“You like that?” I moaned, getting into it. “You like it when Daddy fucks your face? You like having no control, not being able to do anything but take Daddy’s cock in your naughty little mouth and choke on it?”
She nodded eagerly, and reached up with both her hands. I grabbed them and pinned them into place against the headboard, holding them with mine.
Her eyes glazed with lust, and I chuckled. My naughty little plaything liked being restrained.
“Naughty little mouths get stuffed with Daddy’s cock,” I grunted as I thrust into her throat.
“Yes, Daddy.” The words came out gargled, nearly unintelligible between my cock and her own fluids, but I knew what they were.
And to hear the two words I’d had to all but beg for falling so effortlessly from her lips stoked my passion. Fiery heat flamed my body and all my muscles tensed. My back went as rigid as my cock. My balls drew up, and I cried out only seconds before I came in her mouth, filling her throat with hot, salty, semen.