Page 63 of Big Daddy

I know in this situation, as the bad girl who fucked her bestie’s dad, that I should push him away. I should say no. That’s what books and movies tell us the bad girl does—she strips the joy out of her life to punish herself for being bad. After all, bad girls pay the price.

Not me.

I love Big Daddy. I am in love with him. No two ways about it. And it is truly sad that I had to fall for someone as inconvenient as him.

But I love her, too.

I want them both, and I don’t want anyone to trade one for another. But if it comes down to it, if the only way Brielle will have her father is without me, then I’ll leave.

Right now, though? I can’t imagine shunning the man I love. I’m shooting for the stars, knowing I may end up with nothing. Go big or go home, right?

“I don’t want her to hate you,” I tell him, unable to open my eyes, the swelling from an hour of tears finally taking its toll. Big Daddy reaches into his pocket, snatching his money clip from his back pocket. With his arms wrapped around me, he pulls a few bills out and hands them to Dante. “A Diet Coke from the corner store.”

Dante agrees, and after the front door closes, Big Daddy carries me into the bathroom, sitting me on the edge of the tub. Crouching between my legs, he massages my knees and stares into my eyes. “It’s complicated with Brielle, but that’s got nothing to do with you, and I know that you know that. I won’t lie and say this is going to be easy, but we will get through it, okay?”

I nod, and let the litany of worries run from my lips as he smooths a cold washcloth over my cheeks. “What if you get tired of me and we did all of this for nothing? If you dump me in a few months, we’ll have put Brielle through?—”

Big Daddy scoops me up, leaving me standing on my feet as he crashes his mouth against mine, backing me up into the wooden towel rack against the wall. “Tired of you?Tired of you?” he draws the second question out, smoothing a hand over my breast, sinking his fingers into my hip with his other. “Your smart mouth keeps me intrigued, and your big heart keeps me honest. You call me on my shit, you have dreams, you’re intelligent. Talented.” His lips dust mine as he slips his hand beneath my sweats, rubbing me over my panties. “You’re a fucking knockout, Winnie.”

My legs spread of their own volition as I slide down the wall, needy and emotional. He snakes his arms around my hips, spinning me, facing me forward then bending me over the sink. The metallic clink of his belt and zipper falling has my heart racing and my breasts literally aching.

His crown breaches my pussy, and a delicious burn tears through me as he sinks every last veiny inch inside. His moans blanket me, leaving me achy, covered in bumps and sweat. “This is not temporary,” he warns, pulling out and sinking in, thrusting tortuously slow as he reaches around, rubbing my clit.

“This, baby, is forever. This clit,” he rasps, rubbing me in tight circles, driving me mad. “It belongs to me.Youbelong to me,” he groans, immediately pulling his cock out of me to spin me around. He falls to his knees. I sift my fingers through his hair and watch as he sucks my clit, groaning and moaning how good I taste and how hard he is. A moment later, I’m coming into his mouth as he eats me through my climax, stroking himself as I unravel. It’s hot. It’s the hottest thing ever. It’s so hot, we ignore the metal clink of Dante lowering the can of Diet Coke outside the bathroom door.

Big Daddy, with my pussy still shining on his lips, sets me on the edge of the sink and spreads my thighs, sinking back inside me. His cock stretches me, flooding my hips with a deliciousburn as my head falls back. I moan through the painfully erotic adjustment, begging myself not to come again so fast.

His fingers curl around the back of my neck as his other hand kneads my breast beneath my t-shirt, his eyes locked on the place where we’re joined. “You’re mine to fuck. These tits are mine to squeeze and suck,” he groans, palming my tit as he slams his big cock into me, causing the mirror to rattle against the tile wall. Big Daddy lowers his mouth to my breast, sucking my nipple onto his tongue, hard, with power. My back arches and my cunt tingles, loving the way he worships me. This isn’t just sex. This is worship.

“These tits will feed my babies, this pussy will be where I put my aching dick every goddamn day,” he says, moving his mouth from my nipple to my lips, kissing me with fervor. “This mouth will take my cock, this mouth will take my cum, this mouth is mine, just like the rest of it, isn’t that right, Winnie? You’re mine? Say it… say you’re mine.”

My head falls forward and I stare at his veiny cock plunging in and out of me, scrambling my thoughts, making my stomach clench and my core pulse. “Yes,” I moan, my second climax coming in hot. “I’m yours, Big Daddy. I’m yours.”

His hips pick up the pace, my words flooding him with a burst of adrenaline. A strand of perfect dark hair falls over his forehead, but I’m gripping the edge of the sink so hard I can’t push it back. He looks sexy this way, glowing from sweat while wildly fucking me.

“Andyouown me, Winnie. This cock, it’s yours. This mouth, it belongs to you. You want a hug? A dinner? To own a building? Take a trip? Get your pussy eaten? Your ass fucked?” he leans down, his hips still roving perfect figure eights between my spread legs as he lowers his voice to add, “Your tits full of milk for my babies?” He slams into me, making my toes curl and myeyes roll. “I am the answer to all of your questions, Winnie. I am yours.”

“Fuck, Big Daddy!” I scream, my pussy spasming violently all around his dick as I come, my orgasm so powerful I nearly lose consciousness.

He holds himself deep inside me as my body throbs all around him, taking every ounce of pleasure from him before it’s over. A moment passes and he slides out, a trail of cum spilling from my open legs onto the floor.

“Fucking hot,” I breathe, staring down at my used pussy and the mess on the floor.

With two thick fingers, he collects cum from my thighs and pushes it inside me, groaning at the discovery of himself inside me. “This is where it belongs.”

I lick my lips, my brain almost completely useless from the back-to-back orgasms. Almost, I said. “I’m not—you know I haven’t been consistent with my pill.” I stare into his unreadable eyes, trying to sort out if he’s angry. He’s got a filthy mouth and clearly likes talking about knocking me up, but that could be a kink, something in the moment that gets him off. It may not be real, in which case, we need to start being responsible.

I nearly lose my footing when I realize that I would be happy to have a baby with Quincey Parker, despite the fact his only child is my age, that he’s probably too old to start over, that my friendship with his daughter is in the air, that his relationship with her isn’t much better, how I haven’t started my career and just barely finished graduate school. No signs in my life point toward it being the right time to have a baby, but then again, one thing I’ve learned in life is that if you wait until you’re ready to do something, you’ll never do it.

“They have Plan B at the corner market, where you sent Dante for the Coke.”

“Diet Coke,” he corrects, “because it’s your favorite.” He wants me to know that he’s picking up the small things because they’re important to me, and I love him even more for it. That part, though, the whole “love him even more” thing? I’m not ready to cough that up quite yet.

“This was not the first time I fucked you bare,” he adds when I remain silent, in awe of this man who hides his care under layers of grouchiness and complexity. “Anyway, you don’t need a Plan B.”

All I can do is blink at him while my head floods with random thoughts. He has an entire life established and no part of him is or has panicked about us. Hell, his most important relationship is on the line and when I came to him in tears, he held me all night without expressing a moment of his own strife. The way he just took me over the sink speaks volumes about the way we make each other feel, and yet, as I stare at him now, I’m so overwhelmed I can’t even begin to articulate it.

He's fantastic, but patience is not one of his strong suits. After an eye roll, he grabs my hip and nips my nose, pulling back to eye me with caution. “What’s the matter with you, hmm? You’ve gone… catatonic on me, baby.” He tucks his dick away, righting his pants and belt.

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