Page 72 of Morally Gray Daddies

He carried me into our bedroom, laid me down on the bed, and began to remove his clothes with a sadness about him. He looked tired, almost beaten.

“Erik?” I asked as I touched his bare back gently when he sat down to remove his boots. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “I’m failing you. I’m failing me.”

“No, you’re not. Had you returned to your demons tonight, then you would have been failing yourself. But you didn’t. You stayed strong and fought off the temptation.”

“My brother is right. The land has potential, but I worry it won’t be enough.”

“It will be. We’ll make it work out here,” I said as I stroked his back lovingly.

“You deserve jewels and fine dining.”

“What I deserve is you.”

He stood and lowered his pants. His naked form before me was a pure masterpiece. Long and lean, tanned from the Pacific Northwest sun that rarely peeked out from behind the clouds, but when it did, Erik clearly stole it all for himself. Godlike.

My God. My God to worship.

Erik stood motionless, saying nothing for several long moments. He smiled then sat down on the bed beside me. He took hold of my chin and gently kissed me on the lips. “I’m not sure I deserve you.”

I broke the kiss and regarded him. “You do. We deserve to be happy, and that’s all that matters. I’m glad you turned around. I was terrified you’d die.” I didn’t wait for him to assist me but started to remove all my clothing as well.

“I probably would.”

“Do you really think your brother will fail?”

“Yes. It pains me to think of it, but as we rode off, I knew I was riding into a suicide mission. That boat will be heavily guarded. There’s no way he’ll walk away alive. Plus… I couldn’t leave you.”

“Why?” I asked, hoping to God I’d get the answer I wanted to hear.

He took hold of both my hands and held them to his chest. “Because I love you, Maya. I love you for the strong woman that you are. I love you for your past. I love you for your present. And I want to love you always for your future.”

Not waiting for a response, Erik lowered me to the bed. Taking hold of his cock, he guided it to my opening and gently pressed in. He captured my moan with his mouth as he kissed me with more tenderness and intimacy than he had ever done before.

After driving deep inside of me, he paused. “What would you have done had I not returned tonight?”

I clung to his back as he resumed his motions of making love to me. In and out, he moved. Taking all that his body had to offer, I answered, “I would have waited.”

“Why?” he asked with another thrust of his large cock.

“Because I love you.”

“I don’t know what the future has in store,” he said, burying his cock balls-deep, “but I know I want you in it,” Erik whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

I arched my back, meeting his thrusts with my own. Our bodies moved together in perfect synchronicity, a dance we’d perfected over countless nights. Yet tonight felt different, charged with an electricity I couldn’t quite name.

“Erik,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “I need you. All of you.”

He responded by increasing his pace, his hips snapping against mine with increasing urgency. The tension was building within me, a coiling spring ready to release.

“Look at me, my good girl” he commanded softly, and I opened my eyes to meet his intense gaze. “I want to see you when you come undone. Come for Daddy.”

His words, combined with the relentless rhythm of his body against mine, pushed me over the edge. I cried out, shuddering with waves of pleasure.

Erik held me close as I rode out my climax, his movements slowing but never stopping completely. As the aftershocks subsided, he kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth with passionate reverence.

“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he murmured against my lips. “I could watch you like this forever.”

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