Page 30 of Daddy's Double Surprise

“Mmm,” I sighed as he sucked my pulse point and kneaded a breast. “I’d love to, but you’ll have to fight my dad to the death.” Both of us chuckled as the tension between us over my father’s reaction to Carter dissolved. We’d get through that part well enough, probably both on the sworn enemy list, but we’d manage. It was my secret I wasn’t sure if we’d survive.

“I’ll take that challenge if it means I win the prize.” Carter grinned against my lips as he started pulling my shirt up out of the waistband of my jeans. It wouldn’t be long before I’d have to wear an entirely different wardrobe, and every thought like that made this moment feel even more conflicting.

“Dinner…” I mewled, as he reached up my shirt, pulling my bra to the side.

“It’ll be ready in twenty minutes. We have time.” When he lifted my shirt and shoved his head into it to suck a nipple, I gasped and giggled. “Mmm, you taste good,” he said, pulling back. “Dinner can wait.”

My core tightened as he sucked my nipple into his mouth again, swirling his tongue around its hard peak. My hand rested on his shoulders as I grinded against him and rolled my hips.

“Carter,” I breathed his name, and reached for his belt buckle. I undid his pants and slid my hand inside his boxer briefs.

His erection was rock-hard against my palm and I stroked him slowly, loving the way he pulsed in my hand. “Bedroom,” he mumbled between each kiss along my collarbone. I let him lead me by the hand to his bedroom, only half hoping he wouldn’t notice anything different in my body. I’d never been pregnant before. I didn’t know if a man could tell or not. Carter folded the sheets back, revealing clean white linens that begged to be stained with our passion.

He undressed me, and I was glad I’d worn a lace thong and matching bra to feel sexy just in case this happened. He tore my bra off as if it were on fire, and his face dipping between my breasts had me panting. I dug nails into his shoulders to quell the noise I wanted to let out as he pushed me down on the bed and I bounced. He stripped as I shimmied out of my panties, and then he was back on top of me, between my thighs lapping at my juices.

“Carter,” I moaned his name, thrusting my hips up to meet his mouth as he worshiped every inch of me. His tongue swirled around my clit, drinking me in. His moans of pleasure matched mine.

A thought crossed my mind about protection or lack thereof, but it was fleeting as he slid two long fingers inside me. My internal muscles contracted around his digits, welcoming him home like it’d been years instead of days since he’d last been with me.

“God, Carter,” I moaned, and arched my back as he added a third finger. My core may as well have been on fire. He knew allthe right buttons to push and twist and pull to make me writhe underneath him in pure ecstasy, and we hadn’t even gotten to the main course yet.

He chuckled against my core as he kissed his way up my sopping wet pussy across my body to my neck and stopped to taste my pulse. “You’re so responsive, Sunny.” He then flipped me over onto all fours, and I moaned as his hard length rubbed against my entrance. “Take me,” he grunted in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe.

I reached back and guided his length into me, moving him in and rocking against his invading dick. He was so hot and hard against my insides, the walls of which pulsed to accept every inch of him.

“Oh, God yes,” I moaned as he slid deep inside me with a gritted groan. In the back of my mind, I knew I should tell him to wear a condom, that not doing so would reveal something I didn’t think he was ready for, but the feeling of his flesh against mine was too exquisite. I craved it so much.

Inch by delicious inch, Carter took me, until we were linked by more than just our bodies. Our hips met with a wet slap as he started finding my rhythm. He moaned and thrust even harder into me from behind, and I grunted as my orgasm rocked my whole body. I tingled all over. His name bounced off the walls of his bedroom uttered by my lips. My body convulsed and pulsed, and when the sensations passed, he slowed and pulled out.

I almost lay down, worn out from the energy exerted, but he held me there, lowering his face to my core where he drank me in again. His tongue swirled in my juices, coating his face, letting his beard scratch my sensitive skin. It was erotic and pleasurable, and when he slid his fingers back into me, I came almost instantly. The second one more powerful than the first.

“Carter,” I whimpered, my keening so loud I was sure the neighbors would call the cops. Carter ignored me though,lapping up every drop of my juices and then some. He finally took pity on me as I bucked and arched against his skilled tongue, flipping me over onto my back again.

His face was a mask of desire and need as he positioned himself at my entrance, but paused. His chest was heaving; I could read the expression in his eyes. A knowing passed between us as he backed away and glanced toward the nightstand, but I reached down and stroked him.

“Allow me,” I told him, still half drunk from ecstasy. I sat up and he stood next to the bed as I took his dick into my mouth, cupping his balls in one hand.

“Sunny,” he hissed as he arched into me. “Oh God.”

I increased my speed, bobbing my head up and down his shaft, milking him with my mouth, and when I sensed he was close, I sucked even harder. His face contorted in an almost painful expression and then he came, shooting his warm, wet load down my throat and onto my tongue. He tasted salty with a hint of tanginess. I swallowed every drop, drinking him in just as he’d done to me moments before.

Carter collapsed next to me, panting and sated. His eyes were hooded as he gazed at me with complete and utter adoration in his eyes. “Wow” he said, resting his forehead against mine. “I love you.”

I wrapped my arms around his chest and caught my breath, thankful for dodging the condom question for now. “You’re incredible…And I…” I couldn’t say it yet. I did love him, but it felt horrible saying so while keeping this secret.

“Yeah?” he asked, and I pressed my eyes closed.

“I’m starving,” I admitted falsely, but he kissed my forehead and popped off the bed.

“Say no more. I’ll get dinner. You stay there.”

He slid his boxers on and walked out while I curled into a ball on my side and pulled the blankets over me. I was kiddingmyself if I thought telling Carter would ever be easy, but I had to respect that his emotions were raw today after that talk with my dad. I felt horribly guilty, but I was so afraid to hurt him. I had to regroup and ask Mom what she thought about it.

And I had to pray Dad didn’t find out in the meantime.

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