Page 85 of Big Daddy

I lean down and seal the admission with a kiss, sweeping my tongue along hers, my skin sizzling as she moans for me. “You wanted to do right by Brielle, and I get that. I’m sorry you were in a position where you felt you had to choose. That won’t ever happen again.” I kiss her again, and she loops her arms around my neck, her fingers playing with the hair that falls over my collar. My cock thickens.

“I’ve missed you, baby. I’ve missed you so much. I was going out of my skull all week,” I tell her in between kisses. “And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for pressuring you about Brielle, for not takingthe time to understand that you love and need her the same way you love and need a partner.”

She nods, tears slipping through her thick, dark lashes. “Have you talked to Brielle?”

“Yes,” I tell her, “And we’re going to continue therapy but I told her the same thing. I told her this issue starts and ends with me. Okay? I mean that. You have nothing to be sorry about and neither does she.”

“I could have just said, hey, I’m keeping a secret for Brielle, I can’t tell you, don’t push it,” she starts, shaking her head, guilt eating up every free thought, I can see it in her eyes. I slide one hand to her throat and grip it with force, taking her eyes by storm.

“Don’t. Don’t take any blame here. Had you done that, I would have harassed you until you told me. Okay? Then you’d feel terrible, like you chose me over her. So don’t play that game. This is my fault. Not yours. Not my daughter’s.Mine.”

She nods, and slides her palms down my bicep and forearm until her hands cover my hand on her throat. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I ate you out this morning,” I remind her with a smirk.

She shakes her head, her entire body breaking out in a needy tremble. “I’ve felt lost without you this week. I don’t care if we had ten minutes together this morning. And anyway, mid-morning feels like years ago.”

She plucks my fingers free from her neck and falls back into the bed, still wearing the dress she had on this morning. Spreading her knees, she pulls the hemline back, exposing her bare pussy to me. “I obeyed.” Reaching out, she slowly drags a fingertip around her blooming clit. “No panties.”

I adjust the tie at my throat, releasing it, and tossing it aside. “I’m still hungry.”

Winnie giggles, and just as I’m above to dive in, I remember the roses. The grand gesture. I outstretch my hand to her. “C’mon. I’ll feast in a minute.”

Her brows pull together, but she slides her palm into mine and lets me gently pull her off the bed, to her feet. At the doorway, I stop us and face her.

“You told me once that the man you fall in love with will fill a room with roses, profess his love to you and fuck your brains out. Do you remember that?”

Dark curls frame her face, and the midday light drips through the sky window, giving her the most erotic and angelic look. I can’t believe this woman is mine.

“I remember,” she nods. I open the door and take her by the waist, guiding her out in front of me, toward the living space. I blink my eyes at how bright the room is. Roses everywhere, more than I even expected.

Winnie stops in her tracks, looking down at a velvety petal sticking out from between her toes. Never occurred to me to think of feet sexually until Winnie, and now, as she flexes her toes and the petal moves, I get brick fucking hard.

She looks up, surveying the space again with tears in her eyes. “You did this?”

“I told Kennedy and she paid the florists in our area, and then a crew of men to get them in here,” I admit.

“You remembered I said that and you orchestrated this, for me,” she says breathlessly, spinning to face me.

“I love you, Winnie.” I scoop her up, and hold her to my chest, her feet tangling in a bouquet of roses. “Thank you for loving me, too.”

Tears stain her cheeks but she smiles, whispering, “Take me to our room now,” she nearly pleads, dropping her voice when she adds, “Big Daddy.”

“No,” I retort with a smirk. “You’re going to look beautiful surrounded by red roses as you’re coming on my cock and crying out my name. I have to see that. It’s too beautiful to pass up.”

“Put me down then,” she quips, wiggling against my chest. God I’ve missed this—the feel of her in my arms, her breath flanking my lips, her curls tickling my cheek. I lower her to her feet and watch with rapt focus as she does a slow little strip tease, lifting her dress over her head while swaying amongst the sea of roses.

“Bet you wish I had little panties on right about now, so I could yank them off and shove them in your mouth, hmm?” she teases, lifting the dress over her head to expose the succulent terrain of her body. My mouth waters and my groin pounds, my cock’s needs echoing through my veins, filling me with ferocity.

I reach into my pocket and pull out the panties I tore from her body only this morning, the same ones I stuffed into her mouth when she came. She didn’t notice but I pocketed them as I wiped my cum from the floor. I’ve been touching them all day. Rubbing the satin between my thick fingers beneath the cover of my slacks, my own dirty little secret. It made me hard every time I did it.

“Big Daddy,” she gasps playfully in a way that makes my dick weep for her. “You pervert.”

“Hmm,” I groan, working the buttons of my shirt in a vertical line until I reach my belt. “And you’re this pervert’s little slut, isn’t that right, baby?”

She drops to her knees in front of me, opening her mouth wide. I stare down the pink void of her throat while I pull my cock from my slacks.

“I want my cum in your pussy, but I can’t resist this mouth,” I groan, sliding my fingers into her silky curls, tipping her head back. Her hands reach for my cock but I shake my head. “Hands at your sides, baby. This mouth is mine to fuck.”

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