Page 45 of Silver Foxed

I hover my lips over his, then I grind my ass into his growing erection. “What do you say to putting a baby in me…Daddy?”

Elijah’s eyes darken. I’ve never used that term with him before. It’s never felt right, never felt not weird. Especially considering his relationship with my own dad. But I don’t know, maybe it’s the fact Elijah and I are married now. My dad has gotten over our relationship, or at least he’s gotten used to and even likes the fact that Elijah and I are together, but—it feels right now. Especially since I plan on making him a daddy to several little red-headed babies.

Elijah grips my waist, his cock fully hard underneath me now. “You really mean it, Alex? You’re ready to start a family?”

I nod. “Things have settled now with your work, and your book is out. Plus, my dad likes you again.” That makes us both laugh. “I think it’s time, don’t you?”

He runs his thumb over the apple of my cheek, his pupils dilating as I squirm on his lap. “Is my dirty girl impatient?” He smirks.

His words make my thighs clench together, and I bite my lip, nodding. “I need you inside me, Elijah. I need to feel you fill me up. Make me yours.”

The pad of his thumb traces my lower lip. “You are mine, Alex. You’ve always been mine.”

“Then show me. Get me pregnant.”

With a growl, Elijah lifts me off his lap, and before I know it, my back is on the dining room table. His book thumps to the ground.

“Elijah!” I cry, but it’s as if my words have made him a man possessed. He pulls me by my thighs down the cool wood so my ass is at the edge. The table creaks when he bunches my green sundress up to my hips.

“You are a dirty girl,” he chuckles playfully, his gaze between my legs at my naked pussy. It’s already dripping with need for him, just like it always is.

He works his hand up and down my thighs in a soothing motion. “Now take out your breasts and play with your nipples. Show me what I own.”

I whimper, the command in his voice making me wetter. Thankfully, my sundress has a low scooped neckline with a built-in bra so it’s easy for me to shove it down. When I do, the elastic gathers underneath my breasts to push them up, giving Elijah a nice show as I trace a finger over my nipples and start to tease them.

“Good girl,” he croons. “Now lay your head back, and keep doing that. Get your nipples nice and hard for me.” With a small groan, I lay my head against the table and do as he asks, the sound of his belt buckle jingling and his clothes being removed turning me on even more. After a quick moment, he’s standing over me again, completely nude. His lean muscled body is on full display.

“How do you feel, Alex?” he asks, his fingers gently brushing over the skin of my knees and thighs. He gets close to my pussy before he drags them back down again.

“Like I need you to fuck me,” I say, my voice almost pleading.

His knuckle brushes over my mound, then he pulls back. “Hold open your legs for me.”

I remove my hands from my breasts, bringing my legs up so I can loop my forearms under my knees and let my thighs part.

“Wider, wife,” Elijah tsks. “I want you spread all the way open for me. I want to see your greedy cunt begging for my cock.”

I moan, positive my arousal is dripping onto the table now. Over the last year, Elijah has gotten very, very good at giving me what I like, what I crave. He knows exactly what to do and say to make me absolutely crazy.

“That’s my dirty girl,” he praises, moving between my legs. He’s pumping his cock now, a tiny bit of pre-cum dripping from the head. Before I can ask, he swipes it with his thumb then leans forward, dragging it across my lips so I can taste the bit of salty liquid.

He grins at me as I lap it up. Then he trails his hand back down toward my pussy, making sure to tweak my nipples and trace his favorite constellations of freckles on the available skin as he goes. By the time he reaches my clit, I’m practically weeping for him to touch me, to fuck me hard until I see stars behind my eyelids.

With one hand on my low belly and the other on his cock, he drags his swollen head up and down my slit, dipping it into my entrance to tease me before pulling back.

“Elijah,” I cry. “Please, give me your cock. Let me milk you dry, Daddy.”

A curse leaves his mouth, and he plunges inside me, the table creaking as he bottoms out with one single stroke. His balls slap against my skin.

“Fuck, Alex.” He groans. “You make me so crazy.”

He thrusts in again, his hands palming my heavy breasts. He’s gripping them so hard it hurts, but in a good way, as he continues to fuck himself deeper into my pussy.

“Feeling’s mutual,” I cry as he hits my G-spot.

“You’re mine, Alex.” He drives into me harder. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Elijah. I’ve always been yours.” Unable to hold my legs up any longer, I wrap them around his waist, digging my heels into his ass so that he’s buried even deeper inside me. “Yes, Daddy. Yes, yes, yes!”

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