Page 116 of Giddy Up, Daddy

His cheeks tighten, then relax. His breath comes in pants. Fire seems to flow through my veins. It’s been too long. We’ve been so caught up in work and life and it's about to get worse. I have to make sure we makeusa priority, or we’ll never survive the latest curveball life has thrown.

Chapter Two

Nate

My hole burns as Daddy’s cock stretches it. Daddy. I’m a Daddy now. To a baby I didn’t even know existed before today. Tears spring to my eyes, and I ball my hand into a fist to wipe at them. Damn it. I’m not supposed to cry now. The time for that was earlier. Daddy furls a fist around my hair, and pulls my head back as he leans down to whisper in my ear.

“I’m going to come inside your ass, babyboy.” The dirty talk brings me back to the present. “Yes, Daddy. Please fill me up with your hot, sticky cum. Please fuck me hard.”

As ifhardwas the magic word, Bo begins to thrust with a fierce, dizzying intensity. If I was on top, I’d have a hard time staying put. He’s riding my ass like it's a bucking bronco. My fists gather the bedcovers and I hold on for dear life, but I’m not complaining. This was exactly what I needed. Daddy always knows exactly what I need.

After a few minutes, the intensity and speed of his thrusts start to even out, and his dirty talk becomes unintelligible grunts. He smacks my ass, and I know it’s time. He’s going to come. The pounding of his thrusts grinds my cock against the bed, and I groan, ready to join him. The friction always doesit. But I don’t let myself come as he grunts one last time, then empties his load between my cheeks. Daddy won’t like it if I do that, and more than anything right now, I need to make him happy. I need to be Daddy’s good boy.

A few more grunts and I feel my ass being filled with the warm, sticky cum. He shudders and moans and collapses against me as his cock begins to soften and slowly fall from its resting place.

“Oh god, babyboy, you’re perfect.” He waits a beat, and his voice hardens. “You didn’t come, did you?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Good boy.”

As if I’m a rag doll, rather than a man an inch taller with twenty pounds on him, he maneuvers me sideways on the bed, with my head against the pillows, and kneels at the foot of the bed to push my legs apart. My cock twitches and stands at attention. It knows what’s coming as well as I do.

Bo shoots me a wicked grin, and then dips his head, and takes my cockhead between his soft, full lips.

“Fuck,” I shudder. “Fuck.”

He wraps one hand around my length and strokes me slowly while his tongue works around my shaft. His mouth is warm and inviting, and his tongue is deviant. I grab his head and push, forcing him to take me further down his throat.

He gags for just a second, and then opens his throat, and takes me deeper. My cockhead pushes against the walls of his mouth. Heat fills my veins. My back arches. I’m going to come.

“Daddy,” I whisper. “I’m going to…”

“Come, babyboy.”

I do so, at the exact time he commands it, tossing as I arch my back and thrust into his mouth, listening to the sounds of him swallowing down my release. He sucks harder, then softlylicks, cleaning my leaking tip with his tongue. When I’m finally done, he leans back on his haunches and smiles.

I open my arms and he falls into them, resting his head on my chest Our eyes drift close. Not sleepy, just satisfied. Subdued. We lay there for several minutes, and I’m considering a nap when an ear-splitting scream shatters the silence.

The baby is awake. Bo pulls up into a sitting position in a hurry. His eyes wide. “Shit,” he swears. “I almost forgot.”

“Shhh, Amelia,” I cajole from my spot on the bed. I don’t want to move.

She doesn’t stop crying. I watch in horror as she pulls herself to sitting and seems to be attempting to crawl out of the drawer-bed Bo had settled her in.

“Oh, hell,” I mutter as Bo and I jump to our feet at the exact same time.

I pull on my boxer-briefs, and hand Bo his boxers. “We should probably look into a nanny,” I say.

“Honestly…” Bo glances around. “We should probably look into a wife.”

Chapter Three

Elle

“Darling, you’re cut off.” My father’s voice has a hard tone of finality to it, one I recognize from hearing him destroy his business adversaries. He’s never used it on me. This has to be a joke.

“Father, be serious!” I cry, batting my eyelashes and giving him the puppy-dog eyes along with the innocent pout I’d perfected growing up under his roof. Growing up motherless, I was a total Daddy’s girl and had always had him wrapped around my pinky finger.

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