Page 82 of Baby Daddy
CHAPTER 33
Drake
Thank the Gods of Rock, my parents had the smarts to soundproof my room when I was a teenager so they didn’t have to hear me blast my music. If they hadn’t, the cry of my name on Dee’s lips would have surely had someone at their party calling 9-1-1.
Her whole body shook as she fell apart around my cock, the multiple spasms coming in rapid succession. My own epic orgasm followed quickly with one more hard thrust into her juddering pussy, and a loud feral grunt that obliterated whatever she was muttering as she rode her orgasm out with mine. Breathing heavily, I collapsed onto her heated body and felt the rise and fall of her chest beneath mine. She wrapped one arm around me and ran the fingers of her other hand through my hair. It was without a doubt the best fuck I’d ever had and all I’d intended was to give her one she’d never forget. Her ecstasy had become mine.
We stayed in this position for several minutes until our breathing calmed down though I could still feel our hearts pounding in unison. Rolling off her, I slipped off my condom and tossed it, then repositioned her so that our slick bodies were flush and her head rested on my chest. I liked having her brain on my heart almost as much as I loved having my cock in her pussy. They were both heady feelings, no pun intended.
Tracing circles around her exquisite puckered nipples, I blissfully hummed until her phone rang. Shit.
“Ignore it.”
“I can’t. Maybe something is wrong.”
“Don’t go there,” I said, my pulse quickening at the thought of Kyle. “It’s probably just your daughter.”
She bolted to a sitting position. “I hope so.”
“Hurry back,” I said as she slipped out of the bed. My eyes stayed on her fuckable ass as she stumbled to her bag, which was on the floor next to her dress. Burying my worry, I silently chuckled, amused by the fact she wasn’t walking too well. I could hear her curse under her breath with every step. When she bent down to pick up the bag, her gorgeous ass rose in the air and her perfect tits dangled like ripe fruit. She was a sight to behold. I couldn’t resist her in that position and hopped out of the bed to join her. Finding her phone, she flinched as I wrapped my arms around her waist and trailed kisses down her spine.
“Drake, stop! It’s Tyson.”
Phew!As she stood up, one of my hands crawled down to her still soaked pussy. I stroked it while planting kisses on the nape of her neck. A sweet little voice invaded my ears.
“Hi, Mommy! Can you see me? Aunt Lulu showed me how to use FaceTime on my new iPad.”
“What?” stammered Dee.
“Mommy, I can see your boobies!” An explosion of laughter spilled from the cutie pie’s lips.
“Oh my God!” Frantic, Dee reached for her dress and quickly covered up her luscious tits. I fought hard to hold back my own laughter.
“Mommy, is that Drake with you?”
Smiling, I waved. “Hi, Mighty!”
“Hi, Drake. Are you having fun with my mommy?”
“Oh yeah.” I could feel Dee tense up, but I was enjoying every second of this virtual encounter.
“Guess what, Mommy?”
“What?”
Tyson grinned broadly and for the first time I noticed the big gap. Dee gasped.
“I bit into a piece of chicken and my front tooth came out.”
“Oh baby.” Dee’s voice was suddenly watery. “Did it hurt?”
Tyson shook her head. “Nope, not even a teensy-weensy bit. Wanna see it?”
Dee hesitated and then said sure. Ty proudly held up a baggie containing the tiny baby tooth. I chimed in.
“That’s so cool, Mighty. Do you know who’s going to stop by your house tonight when you’re sleeping?”
“The Tooth Fairy!” she shouted gleefully.