Page 47 of Daddy's Double Surprise

With a growl, he devoured my lower lip with his, sucking and sucking until I was a dizzy mess. Then he broke the kiss and looked deep into my eyes, his molten pools swirling with a heady mix of lust and promises of things to come. My breath stuttered in anticipation as he lowered his mouth to my waiting breast. His tongue swiped along the cleavage between them, their tips puckered at the attention. My nipples strained even more for his touch, hot aching buds yearning for release.

“I’ve wanted this,” he said against my skin, capturing one hardened tip between his lips and flicking it with his tongue.

The sensations rocketing down my spine had me moaning out his name. “God, Carter.”

His lips trailed along the valley between my breasts, his hands groping and squeezing them. My head arched back as he dragged his tongue across my chest, hissing air over a few moles that dotted the way. Gooseflesh prickled my skin, amplifying the sensations from every touch. He knew all my spots, knew how to drive me insane with just a simple touch. My hips rose and fell on his length as he began to thrust upward into my body.

“You feel so good, baby,” he growled against my skin as he lavished more attention on my breasts. One hand slid down my stomach, between my legs. His digits dipped into my wetness, swirling and collecting the proof of my arousal before bringing it to my other nipple.

The contrast between cool and hot nearly sent me over the edge. I bucked more violently against him, needing more than his teasing touches. “More.” I whimpered as he flicked his tongue around my nipple before suckling lightly again.

“More?” he teased, a satisfied chuckle vibrating across my skin. His fingers teased my folds before rubbing my clit in time with the hardness of his cock in me. I was on the edge, desperate for release as his fingers edged me closer. His thrusts came harder, hips pumping upward into me at a rhythm I couldn’t match, so I let him take control. When I did, my coil snapped, sending me over the edge.

My body jerked and clenched down around him. He slowed in response, savoring the pulsing of my thick walls around his dick. The waves of pleasure hit me slowly, ebbing and flowing as he continued to massage my clit, and I leaned down to kiss him again.

“God you’re really good at that,” I told him before kissing him harder.

Carter leaned in further, sliding his throbbing length even deeper into my depths as the last waves of my orgasm subsided. His movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust sending anew sensation coursing through my body. I moaned and tangled my fingers in his hair, clinging to him as he continued to rock inside me. His breathing quickened, hot puffs of air dancing against my wet skin, fueling the fire within me again.

“God I want to taste you,” he growled, licking the nipple he’d spread my juices on.

I grinned with hooded eyes as I pushed myself away from him and stood slowly. He lifted one leg and propped my foot on the couch next to him, then proceeded to lower his head to my core and start licking.

“Oh God,” I breathed as his mouth engulfed my swollen clit. His tongue flicked and stroked me, each movement more pleasurable than the last. “Oh yes, right there.”

He moved his hands up my thighs, spreading my legs farther apart to give him more access to my aching core. He sucked on my entrance and massaged my clit in one long stroke before doing it again and again, each time faster than the last.

“Carter,” I whimpered as he plunged a finger inside me, curling it to hit my G-spot. The sensation was indescribable, causing me to buck and arch against his face. My knees felt like giving out, my entire body trembling and craving another release. I splayed my hands on his back and leaned forward over him as it neared, barreling ever closer to the point of explosion.

When it came, waves of white-hot pleasure rippled through my body, causing me to shudder and dig my nails into his back. His fingers inside me, the way his tongue lapped at my moist folds—he knew what he was doing and I loved him for it.

He continued to torment me until I pushed him away and collapsed against his chest, panting for air as I straddled him. “God, Carter,” I gasped, my voice nothing but a raspy moan in the quiet room.

He smiled against my shoulder and peppered kisses along my neckline, his erection still hard between us. “You’re so sexy when you come,” he mumbled against my skin.

I blushed and closed my eyes, enjoying the afterglow as it coursed through me, from the tips of my toes to the ends of my fingers. Carter’s cock twitched between us, clearly ready for more. And I was more than willing to oblige him. My hips rocked gently, and he growled as he nipped at the inside of my breast.

“Guess no condom is necessary now?” he mewled, and I reached between us to guide his dick into me.

“Guess not,” I responded, shocked by how easily he lifted me to flip me over onto my back. The fluid motion was so quick I gasped and snickered as he buried himself in me deep again.

“Do I get to do this to you every day for the rest of my life if I want?” Carter started thrusting slowly as I spread myself and hooked my ankles behind his back.

“I think you might…” His lips stole my words again, and I let them.

His thrusts were slow and deliberate, the complete opposite of our first time. I spread my legs farther apart, meeting him each time he bottomed out. “God, Carter ,” I moaned into his mouth as he hit me deep again and again.

He broke the kiss with a growl, bracing himself on the couch as his thrusts quickened. I admired his chest, touching and letting my fingertips trail across his skin and lower to my core where I massaged my own clit. His angle and speed were perfect, hitting my G-spot.

“Sunny,” he grunted as he continued thrusting. I could feel him throbbing inside of me, his heat suffusing mine in the most intimate way possible. I looked at him, his face contorted with lust and pleasure and love.

His release came with a grunt and twitching, warmth spilling into my core deliciously. He slowed his thrusts and stopped.His weight pinned me to the couch cushions, and I wrapped my arms around him. Carter’s lips pressed against mine, which I returned as gently as he offered to me.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered as he lingered with his forehead pressed against mine.

“Don’t be. You did nothing wrong. Okay?” Carter’s fingers reached up and brushed a few stray hairs off my forehead. “I’m the one who should be sorry…And your dad.” His mention of my father soured the mood slightly, but I clung to him when he tried to pull out.

“I don’t want to talk about him. Just us…You and me and our baby.” My fingers played at his sides, but he backed away anyway, pulling out. I felt his sex drain out of me and quickly got up before it soiled the couch. It ran down my inner thigh as I rushed to the bathroom to clean up. When I came back, he sat in his boxers on the couch. I had a towel wrapped around my waist, knowing this little rendezvous was far from over.

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