Page 33 of The Final Straw

“She needs her space, baby, and we’ll give her that, but I’m not giving up on her and what we could have with her. In the short time we’ve known her, Ollie has filled that void in our relationship that we were missing and I, for one, don’t want to go back to a life without her in it.”

“So we give her time to process, then drag her back to us like cavemen?” I ask, my eyebrow raised, the slight wrinkles in my forehead creasing.

“That’s the plan.” He chuckles.

We both just sit in silence for a few seconds, before grins break out on our faces.

“She’s going to hate that.” I laugh.

“Or she’ll love it, and her pussy will crave us being so dominating and controlling.”

Now all I can envision is her pouty lips wrapped around Grady’s cock, sucking him dry while I fuck her from behind. My hands gripping the softness of her hips as I come inside of her.

She was exactly what we needed, but now there’s a possibility that we might lose her.

“We do need to talk, Kipp. About Barbi.” His voice is dry and serious. It’s a conversation I don’t want to have, but we need to.

My daughter, who was once my sweet little angel, has transformed into a conniving, vindictive woman. Just like her mother. I’ve always suspected that she’s the one who tainted her mind about my relationship with Grady. But I can’t prove it.

“I know we do. It’s kind of weird that her actions brought Ollie into our life, and at the same time, she’s the one who’s working to pull her away.” If Barbi knew about us and Ollie, she would come unglued.

“What do we want to do about her? I love you, baby. She’s your daughter and you know I’d never interfere in your relationship. But she’s affecting more than just us now. I don’t like the person she is.”

“I know. I wish things were different. I don’t know why she can’t accept my sexuality. That I’m happy with the love of my life. I’m just a bank card to her, spitting money out at her request like an ATM.” I let out a long sigh.

“Maybe we cut off the ATM. Let Barbi see what it’s like. Stop trying to see her and let her come to us. If we plan to be with Ollie, we also need to let her know. We need to quit allowing Barbi to dictate our lives and happiness and start doing it for ourselves. Barbi’s a grown woman. It’s time to stop thinking of her as your little girl.”

Grady’s right. It’s just hard. Barbi is my baby girl, my only child, possibly the only one I’ll ever have. Grady and I have thought about adoption, but we never actually began the process.

But how do I cut my daughter out of my life? I guess I already left the ball in her court after our meal together. I told her she either accepts me and Grady or she stays clear. She said she had to think about it and we left it at that.

Grady leans in closer, blowing his warm breath along the outer ridge of my earlobe. The sensation immediately sets me on fire, my cock going hard.

“We let Barbi know this is our life. We love each other and we love Ollie. Then we win our girl back. Let her know she can have her space, but just for a little while, because she’s ours. Then we introduce them, and let Barbi know who our Ollie is.” Grady’s raspy voice vibrates along my neck, just before he latches onto my lobe, nipping it. He knows it’s my sweet spot—the one that turns me into putty.

“I want you, baby,” he growls.

“I want you too.” I shift my head before taking his lips with mine. A kiss so deep that it feels as if we are one person.

My hand finds his thigh, sliding up it until I reach the bulge in his pants. Fumbling with the button, I finally manage to undo them. Before I can claim my prize, his hand comes down on mine and pulls it away.

I pout, and he laughs as he stands up.

He steps out of the room, leaving me sitting alone and frustrated. That’s okay. I know he’s coming back and I stand, undressing quickly, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor.

Sitting back down, I lean back, gripping my hard shaft in my hands and begin to stroke it. Images of Ollie riding my cock as Grady fucks my face have me nearly coming undone.

“Look at my dirty boy starting without me.” Grady’s deep, husky voice sounds from behind me. I was so caught up that I didn’t even hear him return.

“Well, I was horny and got tired of waiting. Do you want to join me?”

“Do you even have to ask? Your ass is all mine, baby. Now, get on your knees and hold on to the back of the couch.”

I don’t hesitate to do as he asks, already craving him like the air I breathe.

Once I’m in position, he moves in behind me, rubbing the palm of his hand over my ass before it disappears. I miss it for only a moment, before a sting radiates across the spot his hand was.

“This is my ass, baby. Don’t forget it,” he growls as warm liquid drips down my crack, and his thick fingers sink into my hole.

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