Page 56 of Secret Daddies

I reached down to unzip my pants, pulling my cock into my hand and shifting so that I was nudging against her slick folds. She moaned, her hands sliding to the small of my back, and guided me closer to her so I was pressed against her slit.

And I needed no more invitation than that. With a slow, deep thrust, I entered her, pushing my full length inside of her, feeling the warmth of her wrapping around me. It amazed me, even still, how well the two of us fit together, as though we had been made for each other.

She hooked her ankles around my legs, her head sinking back onto the bed as I held myself there for a moment, grinding my hips against her slowly and listening to her soft sigh of pleasure. That was one of the many upsides to sharing her with the others, I got to see how she liked to be fucked from the outside in, and could use that when we were alone together too.

“Oh, fuck, that feels perfect,” she gasped.

“Oh, yeah?” I murmured back, pressing my lips to her neck as I pulled back and thrust into her again. “How perfect…?”

She knew exactly what I was asking. I wanted her to show me just what she needed right now, just what she was craving. I loved getting her off, it was the hottest thing in the world to me, and the pregnancy hormones had her constantly teetering on the edge, it seemed. She had warned me that she wouldn’t always be this horny as she moved through the trimesters, which gave me all the more reason to make the most of it now while I could.

She lifted her hips to press them against me as I began to move inside of her in long, slow strokes, filling her with every motion. Our bodies were tangled, pressed flush together, her forehead lifting to mine and her hand resting at the nape of my neck so she could gaze at me. Before Maya, sex like this would have felt dangerously intimate, but with her, it was everything I craved. I craved this closeness, the minutiae of her expression—I wanted to drink in every second of her pleasure and burn it onto my memory.

As I fucked her, I could tell that she was already drawing closer to the edge. Her body was rocking in perfect time with mine, the sound of our breath mingling as we both inched toward our release. I felt like a damn teenager again, when just the smell of her skin and the look in her eyes was enough to get me going, but I loved it. I never wanted it to end.

“Oh God, I’m so close,” she whimpered, her fingernails digging into the back of my neck. I slowed, grinding into her, holding myself there inside of her and allowing her to move back against me at a pace that would get her where she needed to go.

With a sudden gasp, I felt it, the moment she reached her release—her muscles contracting around me, her body trembling for a moment and then sinking into the bed. I looped my arms around her, pulling her into me, and thrust a few more times inside of her as she came. Within moments of her release, I found my own too.

I held myself there for a long time, not ready for this to be over, not yet. I knew we’d have plenty more chances to enjoy each other in this bed, but right now all I wanted was to linger in this moment, our bodies joined, her heartbeat thudding against mine.

Eventually, I pulled back from her and flopped down onto the bed beside her. She reached across, letting her hand rest lazily on my chest for a moment, before either of us spoke.

“Damn, these pregnancy hormones…” she muttered, flashing me a grin.

“Is that the only reason you did that?” I teased.

“Hmm, there might have been other ones too,” she admitted, flipping onto her side to face me properly. “Like you said, we have to christen this place. It’s only fair.”

I laughed and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her onto me.

“Yeah, good to know where I stand in your importance,” I shot back as I inhaled the scent of her hair. Glancing down, I admired the slight curve of her stomach where she lay against me, her dress still hitched up to her waist.

“Starting to really show now, right?” she murmured, noticing in what direction I was staring. I grinned, cupping my hand around the bump.

“They really are,” I replied. “How long till we find out what we’re having, again?”

“Not long,” she promised. “You think it’s a girl, like Taylor?”

“I honestly don’t care,” I replied, and it was the truth. “As long as that thing comes out with ten fingers and ten toes, I’m going to be happy.”

“That thing?” she protested playfully. “That’s our baby you’re talking about!”

“Yeah, so I get to call it what I want,” I laughed.

“Hmm, not sure that’s how it works…”

“What can I do to convince you?” I asked, leaning up and looking down at her with a pointed expression on my face. She raised her eyebrows and tucked her hand into my hair to pull me down for another kiss.

“Oh,” she murmured. “I can think of a few ideas…”

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TAYLOR

As Marthaand Matty rushed past my legs, I nearly went flying with the can of paint I was carrying through to the soon-to-be nursery.

“Watch out!” I called after them, but they were already gone, having vanished through to Matty’s room to start leafing through the comics that Devon had picked up for them earlier in the day. It didn’t matter how many times we tried to tell him that they already had more than enough, he would always find an excuse to grab a few more, and it wasn’t like any of us had the heart to tell him not to spoil them.

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