Page 56 of A Secret Baby By the Alpha

“What’s up, Jenny-bug?” I replied.

She had only started calling me “Dad” a few months ago, and I had to admit that it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. She could have chosen to continue calling me“Colson” if she wanted to, but hearing the endearment from my daughter was a gift I never thought I would receive.

“Can I go over to Lizzie’s house? She said she got a new record that she wants to listen to with me,” Jenny said.

“Of course you can,” I said. “Just be back for dinner, okay? I’m making quesadillas.”

“I will,” she promised.

She grabbed her things and left the house, heading for Lizzie’s down the street. Jenny had almost completely recovered from her kidnapping and had felt comfortable leaving the house without us for a few weeks now. She might never have a sleepover again, which was understandable, and both Christa and I were fine with her taking as long as she needed to feel comfortable getting back into the routine of a regular kid.

Lizzie Spencer, on the other hand, had not seemed to recover as quickly as Jenny had. I suspected that was one of the reasons Jenny spent so much time with her friend. Nothing was better for healing trauma than sharing it with someone who understood what you had gone through. Jenny was turning out to be almost as strong and wise as her mother.

“She’s a good kid,” Christa said.

“The best,” I agreed.

“But… I’m glad we have some time without her home,” she added slyly.

“Oh, yeah?” I asked.

She pushed me backwards until my knees hit one of the kitchen chairs. Once I was seated, she straddled me and began kissing my neck seductively. I sighed, a faint smile playing at my lips, as her petal-soft lips traced patterns across my skin. Immediately I felt my cock harden in response to her advances.Her teeth nipped at my neck in response as she felt my member against her inner thighs.

“Eager today, are we?” I teased, grabbing her backside firmly in my palms and pressing her closer to me to make it clear that I shared the same desires and excitement as my mate.

“Is there something wrong with me wanting to take advantage of my mate during one of the few times we have the house to ourselves?” Christa whispered into my ear, nibbling at it again as she did. I had told her once that nothing turned me on more than that simple act. She had clearly taken that information to heart.

“I see nothing wrong with that plan,” I assured her.

I swept her hair away from her neck and placed kisses of my own under her earlobe, eliciting a moan of hers in turn. I pulled back to enjoy the look of pleasure that I knew the action would give rise to and was pleased to see her eyes had closed. Nothing gave me greater pleasure than to see how peaceful she looked in my arms. Almost nothing, that is.

She opened her eyes and stared deep into mine. Her gray eyes pierced me like silver asher hands deftly removed her top, revealing her full breasts. I took her nipple in my mouth and heard a low moan emanate from her as she tossed her head back, enjoying my attentions. Her hips began to grind on my pelvis as my hands encircled her waist, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips.

“Chris,” I whispered, “I think we have too many layers between us.”

“You read my mind,” she said.

She stood up, and I followed suit as we both made a mad dash to remove every article of clothing from us until we bothstood naked in the kitchen. Christa’s eyes roved over my body ravenously, focusing on the fullness of my desire, which was on full display. She licked her lips, and I felt my loins quiver with anticipation.

Her breasts heaved as she took a deep steadying breath before striding towards me confidently, wrapping her slender arms around my neck and pressing her lithe body into mine. When our bodies collided in a frenzy of passion, I felt like my soul was complete.

“I love you,” she whispered. My hands searched her body greedily as I moved my lips from her lips to her neck. Unwrapping her hands from around me I continued the downward movement of my attentions toward her chest and stomach. She gasped as I placed a delicate kiss on her ribcage, looking up at her in adoration.

“I love you,” I murmured into her navel.

I knelt in front of her, placing my lips on the bud of her womanhood and kissing gently. She groaned as my tongue pressed against her, licking her clitoris tenderly. Within moments, her legs began to waver. My forearms supported her from behind, wrapping around her thighs as I continued. Her hands found a handhold in my hair, bracing herself against the waves of passion that rippled through her. As her knees began to shake, I retreated, standing up and pulling her along behind me as I walked toward the couch.

She laid down on her back, and I lifted her legs up, placing her ankles on my shoulders and positioning my erection between her legs. I began to enter her but pulled back at the last moment. Her hips wiggled closer as she tried to press me inside of her. I repeated the action again and could sense her growing frustration when a crease appeared between her eyebrows.

“Don’t tease,” she pouted.

“Very well.”

Nothing else needed to be said between us. I plunged myself deep inside her, feeling the warmth of her pussy around my cock. With each thrust, our breathing became more labored, until we finally reached the pinnacle of our release. With our energy spent, I untangled our bodies and laid down on the couch beside her, pulling her into my arms. Our bodies seemed to meld into one as we recovered, and our breathing slowed.

In spite of the rapture we had just experienced, my thoughts were far away from the current moment. The future was still untold, and I didn’t know how much longer I could put up with the duality of being a good husband and father while working with the Dark Alpha group.

“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you, or am I going to have to pull it out of you?” Christa asked, breaking my reverie.

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