Page 100 of Coach Sully
My dick hardens even more, and she rolls her hips against me. “That’s it, baby girl.” I kiss up her breasts and find her neck, biting and sucking. Her small cries fill my ears, and I grind against her. With her hands between us, she continues to knead, and I sit up to watch. As soon as those beads form again, she drags her darkened nipples across my lips, painting them with milk.
“Fuck,” I groan, sucking her finger into my mouth. I slurp the breastmilk and spit it on my cock. Then, with my length notched at her entrance, I thrust forward and sink inside the sweetest pussy I’ve ever known. Leaning forward once again, I suck her hard peak between my lips until I taste her on my tongue. Her legs part wider, giving me more room to work, and I force her to take every inch of me.
“Oh my god,” she groans. It’s hard not to smile at that, especially when she reaches overhead to use the headboard as leverage to fuck herself on my length. I’ll allow her to take what she needs for now.
With my head cocked to the side, I revel in the sight of her rocking against me. The way she showcases her body has me teetering on the edge. “You’re doing so well, baby girl. Keep fucking yourself on me. Use Daddy to make that pretty cunt come.” She picks up speed, but it’s not enough.
With a hand at the base of her throat, I lean in and whisper, “Harder, Kendra.” I growl, “Fuck yourself harder.”
Panting and moaning, she’s just not getting there. It’s been a while since we’ve been more rough. “Tease your clit, baby.” One hand lets go of the headboard and skims the base of my cock when she rubs herself. My palms grip her soft sides as I work her up and down my shaft. Again and again, base to tip. I pause only a second to give a small swat to her cheek. She whimpers—I know that whimper. “There you go, baby girl. Don’t think.”
Her lips roll together as she hums and clamps onto me. Fuck yes. The cry is heaven to my ears. I love listening to my girl get off. “Good fucking girl, there you go, keep going, keep going.” I don’t change a thing as she comes. My hand stutters as my balls draw up. I can’t hold out. I slap the side of her ass, relishing her gasp. Fucking hell. With each pull into me, I release more into her. Kendra’s insides are painted with my cum. Nothing gives me a high like watching milk droplets fall from her brown nipples right after I’ve filled her pussy. I lick the beads of milk, but I need to see the rest.
“Get on your hands and knees, baby girl.” She does as she’s told, and I spank her a second time. “Turn around.”
I glide my palms over her backside, spreading her cheeks, and appreciate my work.
“Push it out for Daddy, let me see how full you are…” My eyes lock onto the cum dripping from her tight pussy.Damn, I love this woman.The sight is so erotic I want to start all over again, but instead, I massage the rosy handprint, then swipe thecum with the side of my thumb and push it inside. “Good fucking girl.”
Rolling to her side, she sighs with a smile. Her thick eyelashes flutter closed, and I marvel at how good my life is. I position behind her and bring my knee between her thighs, not wanting a drop to leak out. She groans a second time. “Mmmm… it’s good to be back.”
I chuckle into the back of her neck, sweeping her hair aside so I can kiss her shoulder.
It is.
After dinner—and a couple helpings of ice cream, we’ve got about an hour before Bo wakes up again. I love seeing Kendra eat whatever she wants again. No more nausea, and now she can eat full meals because there isn’t a baby pressing against her stomach.
I wrap up dishes, and we settle in front of the fireplace. Kendra dug through our board games until she found theGame of Lifeburied in the back of the game cupboard. This has become part of our evening routine. That game is especially appropriate tonight. With my face on MNSports every time I turn around and her working in television, we’ve decided the best way to unwind is for us to have face-to-face time without screens.
“These fuckin’ taxes are killing me,” she says, slapping down the pastel paper money to the “bank.”
“At least you don’t have two cars filled up with kids. Where the hell are the condoms in this game?”
She laughs. “How many kids do you want? Inreallife, I mean.”
“Twelve.”
She chokes out a laugh and nudges me. “I’m serious.”
I shrug. “Two? Three? What about you?”
Kendra nods. “At least two. Being an only child can get lonely. I want them to have each other when things get tough and we aren’t here anymore.” Makes sense. “I’ve been thinking about reversal…”
I glance up. “Yeah?”
“It has a forty- to eighty-five percent success rate.”
“Well, I think our odds are pretty good, considering we ended up with Bo after a two percent rate.” I chuckle. “But, if not, I’m happy to have another child with you, in whatever form that is. When you’re ready to make an appointment with the doctor, let me know and I’ll come with you.” I spin the wheel on the board and move my two cars the appropriate number of spaces.
“I love you,” she says.
When I look at her, she’s gazing at me with all the love in the world.How did I get so lucky?
“I love you too.” With her in my arms, I press my lips to the top of her head. “You are it for me… I will choose you every time, Kendra. You will always be mine.”
She sighs and rests her cheek on my chest.
“Will you marry me?”