Page 79 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
“But their home has the space for a mini-stable!”
I giggle. Ever since Brian went to jail, Nash has been taken care of Vivica and the girls financially. He bought them a small house, and it has a huge yard that Maddie and Mac love to run around in.
I shoot him a mock warning glare.
“You are going to spoil those girls. You are going to spoilallthe girls in your life. Madison and Mackenzie have you wrapped around their pinkies, and I’m sure Bree will too once she learns!”
He grins at me.
“Okay, I promise not to get them a pony, but that’s the only promise I’m making.” I roll my eyes because I know he’ll get them something overly extravagant, but I’m not mad about it.
“You should do whatever you want. It’s not like I can stop you,” I say. I cross my arms and fake pout, acting like Nash has upset me.
Nash grins.
“Well, you know, I can spoil you too, baby. What do you want?”
He looks at me again, his blue gaze suddenly serious. I melt and smile at him.
“I have everything I could possibly want, Nash.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I have my beautiful baby girl, my nieces are safe and happy, and I love the greatest man in the world. Everything is absolutely perfect.”
But then my man gets a gleam to his eye.
“But what if I could somehow make it better?” he asks with a smile.
“What does that mean?” Nash looks at me with a fire in his eyes. His hand goes to my hair, tucking the loose tendrils behind my ear.
“Well,” he starts, moving his hand down to my shoulder and pushing my bra strap down, so that it’s hanging off. “Since Bree is still sleeping, I thought Mommy and Daddy could have some alone time fun. You know, itisValentine’s Day.” He goes to my other bra strap, pushing that off my shoulder as well. My huge creamy mounds come falling out, the tips already hard and rosy. Nash looks at them hungrily, his blue gaze flaring with heat.
“Is that what you want, Mr. Keller?” I coo. I scoot closer to him so I can reach for the hem of his shirt, pushing it up and revealing his rock-hard abs. I get to see them almost every day, and still, his body makes my eyes go wide.
“Oh, it is,” he answers while pulling his shirt over his head. I flatten my palms on his chest, digging my nails into his skin. I’m feeling extra frisky today, so I straddle his body, wrapping my arms around him. I pull him closer for a kiss, pressing my curves into his hardness.
Nash brings his hand up my back and threads his fingers into my hair. His erection pokes into my center, pressing my most sensitive spot. I move my pelvis against him, trying to relieve the pressure, but all it does is inflame it. I dig my nails into his back, my body tight.
I break our kiss to look him in the eye. I have my own idea for making this day a whole lot better.
Scooting back on his lap, I give myself access to the top of his jeans. His bulge is fully apparent, ready for me to let it out.
“Is that my Valentine’s Day gift?” I ask coyly, biting my lip. I don’t wait for his answer, cupping him tightly. Nash grunts, adjusting his position on the bed.
“It is,” he rasps. I smile while unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He lifts his ass, so I can pull his jeans and underwear down. His huge shaft springs out, veins running down the length. The head is an angry purple with liquid leaking out the top.
When I wrap my fingers around Nash, he winces slightly. I give him a few soft pumps before wrapping my lips around his head, bringing his rod into my mouth.
“Fuck, Nellie,” he groans while shifting my hair out of the way. I swirl my tongue around, filling my mouth up with his taste. His musky scent fills up my nostrils, sending throbs down to my clit.
“Mmm, I love how my Valentine’s Day gift tastes, Nash. It’s better than chocolate.”
He merely groans, his eyes closed and body taut.
“You’re doing such a good job, baby,” the alpha male rasps as I suck him off. I bob my head up and down, moving his rod in my mouth, his thickness sliding in and out. More male virility leaks out, and I lick it off, swallowing and reveling in his taste.
“Oh, fuck, fuck. We’ve got to stop before I explode into the mischievous mouth of yours,” Nash grunts. I pull off and lick my lips, using my finger to wipe up any seed that escaped. I slip my finger between my lips, moaning as I lick it clean.
