Page 121 of Baby Daddy
EPILOGUE
Drake
One Year Later
Shortly before Dee and I got married, I came clean about my sperm donor past with both my parents and my buddy Brock. Brock assured me that I had nothing to worry about; the sperm bank was legit and would adhere to keeping my identity secret. In the unlikelihood some mom or kid ever did come after me, he said he’d have my back and cited some California law. Well, that was reassuring. Yeah, right. I found out there were exactly a dozen little Drakesters and Drakettes running around out there. Let me re-phrase and add a word…only a dozen. While you’d think I would be relieved, my ego was somewhat deflated. I thought with my profile and genes, hundreds of women would have picked me to be their baby daddy. Guess not…there were dudes out there who were more appealing than me. Or better liars. Only one thing mattered: the woman, who I fell heels in love with and whose child is the apple of my eye, chose me.
My parents had a more positive reaction than I anticipated. My mother thought I was heroic—giving a family to so many women and couples who yearned for one. I thought my father would fall off his rocker, but he simply rolled his eyes. I’d done a lot of dumbass things in my life, but this wasn’t one of them. Marrying Dee Walker was the smartest thing I ever did and they had a granddaughter they simply adored. And more.
Today’s our first anniversary. It’s hard to believe a year’s gone by. So much has happened. We have a lot to celebrate.
“Happy anniversary, D-baby.” Spooning her warm, bare body in my arms, I nuzzle the back of her neck.
“Mmmm.” Her sexy, groggy moan knocks at my morning wood. My erection presses against her as she acknowledges our special day. “Are you going to bring me breakfast in bed?”
I wish she could see the fiendish smile on my face as I respond. “Baby, I’m going to give you breakfast in bed.” On my next breath, I wrap my hand around my length and guide it into her. As she moans again, my other arm wraps around her soft belly and I begin to grind into her. Her moans turn into groans as she rocks her hips back to meet my thrusts. Gripping her harder, I grind deeper and faster. Her groans grow louder, more desperate. Oh, what a beautiful morning. Oh, what a beautiful day.
“Drake, we’re going to wake everyone up,” she pants out.
“I don’t give a fuck if we wake the whole neighborhood up,” I grunt, bringing us both closer to the edge and to the reality we actually may wake the neighbors of the tawny Santa Monica neighborhood we now live in. I can feel my balls tightening, that tingling between my legs. I want us to come together so fucking bad.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” she shrieks as my breathing grows harsher.
“Hold on, baby.” A few more deep thrusts and bam! We both detonate. With a scream, she shudders against me as my own body jerks forcefully. My nuclear release spills into her atomic pussy. Insane pleasure blasts through me as her body unleashes one crashing wave after another around my explosive cock.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter before kissing her everywhere I can.
“Drake, I’m going to feel this all day.”
A few minutes later, she’s rolled over, her naked body against mine and her head on my beating heart. Our go-to after sex position. Sunlight streams through a crack in the drawn curtains. I steal a glance at my sexy wife and harden at the sight of her. She’s got that gorgeous just-fucked look going on. That slight flush. Her hair a sexy tousled mess. Her lips stretched wide with a dreamy smile. My cock is crying out for more: I’m insatiably yours.
My thumb circles her puckered nipples that complement her spectacular, still swollen tits and then I trace her luscious lips. “How ’bout you suck my cock and then we’ll take a quick shower together?”
She twists her lips as if in deep thought and fiddles with her wedding ring. A trinity ring…the three diamond stones symbolizing the past, the present, and the future. Dee, Ty, and me. Our eternal union.
“C’mon, Dee. I’m hard again. I’m making it so easy for you.” I put her hand to my rock-hard cock to make sure she knows. “All you have to do is wrap your sweet lips around it.”
My eyes stay on her as her lips curl into a seductive smile. I mentally punch the air. Score one for me. She sits up, crawls down the bed, and just when I think she’s going to go down on me, she scoots off. What the fuck!?
I shoot up to a sitting position. “Where are you going?”
Heading across the room with a sexy bounce in her gait, she looks over her shoulder. “I’m giving you a time out.”
“Seriously? Have I been a bad boy?”
‘You’ve been a very bad boy. And I loved every minute. I have something for you.”
Okay, she’s got me intrigued, but I swear tonight I’m going to tie her up. Fuck her until she’s begging me to stop. But I won’t. I’ll show her how naughty I really can be. My eyes stay on her fuckable ass as she squats down and slides a large, flat gift-wrapped box out from under our dresser. She carries it to the bed and hands it to me.
“What’s this?” I ask as she hops back onto the bed and sits cross-legged, facing me.
“Your anniversary present. Open it.”
Eagerly, I tear off the paper and the big bow and then slide out the contents from the box.
“Careful,” says Dee. “It’s fragile.”
Encased in bubble wrap, it must be a framed painting or photograph. With Dee’s help, I remove the wrapping, and my eyes grow wide. Holy shit! It’s an oil painting of Tyson and me at the Santa Monica Pier, my sweet Mighty Girl riding piggyback on my shoulders. Her sixth birthday. The magical day our roller coaster of a life took off.