Page 29 of Fighter Daddy's Girl

“I’m not. I’m happy,” I tell her.

“Why would you walk away from all that?”

“Because I love you.”

She looks startled, and her eyes well with tears once more, but then she graces me with a soft smile that makes my heart skip a beat.

“I love you too,” she says and leans in for another kiss.

Pulling her back down onto the couch with me, my hands roam and caress her body as our tongues roll languidly around one another. I rake my fingers through her hair, and she drags her nails up my back, making me shiver. I push her robe open then slide it off her shoulders. Grace shrugs out of it and lets it fall to the floor, leaving her naked body wrapped around mine. I look down at her, drinking her in.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I say.

Her cheeks flush, but she smiles. I can tell she’s not used to being complimented or having somebody admire her beauty. I’m glad nobody else has gotten to gaze upon this living work of art because she’s mine, and I’m not about to share her with anybody.

Our mouths crash together again, and Grace writhes against me. Her skin is so supple and soft and feels so fucking good beneath my hands that I just can’t stop touching her. I plant a line of kisses down her neck, sliding my hands from her ass up to her tits, kneading them, and giving her pert nipples a pinch that draws a shuddering gasp from her lips.

Grace slides her hands down my chest and pushes my shorts down. I wriggle out of them, kicking them off the end of my foot as she grabs hold of my cock and starts to pump it. I close my eyes and groan as she moves her hand up and down my shaft, jerking me off vigorously. But then she smiles and pulls away. She gets to her feet, turns around, and straddles my face.

“I like where this is going,” I say.

“Good boy.”

She sits down on my face, grinding her pussy against my mouth as she leans forward and drags her tongue up one side of mycock and down the other. Even with my tongue deep in her, a low groan passes my lips as she takes the head of my dick into her mouth. She bobs her head up and down, taking as much of me into her mouth as she can. Grace shudders and wiggles as I strum her clit with my tongue, savoring her taste.

The sound of our sucking, slurping, and muffled groaning echoes in my ears, making my dick even harder than it already is. My entire body is shaking, and I feel my balls already growing tight as she sucks me off. It feels so good, I’m having trouble focusing on her. But I drive two fingers into her tight, wet hole as I graze her clit with my teeth, then take it into my mouth and suck hard on it. Grace’s body tightens, and she cries out as she orgasms. She wriggles and writhes on my face, taking my fingers even deeper into her as she does.

“Oh my God,” she gasps.

The insides of her thighs are slick with her juices, as are my chin and mouth. Grace climbs off my face, then turns around and kisses me, tasting herself upon my lips and tongue. As much as I’d like to feel her warm, tight lips wrapped around me a little more, Grace smiles and climbs back on top of me. She straddles my waist and grabs hold of my staff, giving it a few firm tugs as she rubs the head of it against her clit. She closes her eyes and leans her head back, moaning salaciously as she teases her pussy with the tip. Watching her do it only gets me hotter and makes me want her even more. If that’s even possible.

Still gripping my cock, Grace stares down at me, her green eyes sparkling, and nestles the tip between her velvety folds. She slowly starts to lower herself down onto me, taking me into her. And when she’s seated on top of me, my cock fully sheathed within her, she plants her hands on my chest and bites herbottom lip as she situates herself on top of me, still adjusting to the feeling of having somebody inside of her.

I look up at her and feel my heart stuttering in my chest. Never in my life did I imagine that I would fall in love with somebody like Grace. I never pictured myself falling in love at all, but Grace has opened me up in ways that I didn’t know I could be opened. In ways that, yeah, are a little terrifying but are utterly exhilarating. As good as things are now, she’s made me excited to see how good things might become in the future. For the first time in my life, I’m looking forward to what comes next because I know as long as she is by my side, I can do anything.

I watch her rising and falling on my cock, leaving it slick with her honey, entranced by the way her body moves, by the swell of her hips, and the bounce of her tits. She is utter perfection. A living, breathing work of art. With her bottom lip caught between her teeth, Grace looks down at me. The feeling of her tight, warm sex sliding up and down on my rod is exquisite, and the way she’s looking at me, with an expression that manages to be both innocent and sultry, only turns me on even more, making my cock impossibly hard and begging for release.

My stomach tightens, and I feel the familiar pressure building up inside of me. I’m not ready to bust yet since being this deep in my girl’s pussy feels too good. But when I start to sit up, wanting to take a little break to keep from popping, Grace puts her hands on my chest and pushes me back down again, giving me a mischievous, flirty little grin as she starts to ride me a little harder, her rhythm faster.

“I want you to come inside of me, Daddy,” she whispers.

Her movements are still slow and languid but deliberate. She rolls her hips and leans forward, putting her tits in my face.Grabbing hold of them, I lick and suck on her nipples, my entire body growing taut as she fucks me, pushing me to the brink. My cock swells, and Grace smiles wider, thrusting herself up and down on me, knowing I’m close.

“Come for me, Daddy,” she says. “Come inside of me.”

I thrust my hips up, pushing as deep inside of her as I can, and then erupt with an explosive gasp. Grace arches her back and throws her head back, crying out as she trembles, caught in a powerful orgasm of her own. We cling to one other, our bodies trembling as we come together. Grace squeezes every last drop of come out of me and falls forward, resting her head on my chest as I wrap my arms around her. I gently stroke her long, red hair and enjoy the silence between us. And in that moment, I’m more content than I ever thought I could be.

Grace finally raises her head and looks me in the eye. “Thank you for coming for me, and I’m sorry that?—”

I put my finger to her lips again and follow that with a gentle kiss. She offers me a small, sheepish smile, and I know there’s nothing I can say that will alleviate her guilt for my blown second chance. I kiss her forehead.

“I will always protect you,” I tell her. “And believe me, you are my second chance.”

Her eyes shimmer with tears. “I love you, Griffin Harris.”

“And I love you, Grace Hill.”

EPILOGUE

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