Page 10 of More Than Dad's Best Friend

Her body tenses, and her pussy locks on me with a vice grip as her whole body began to shake and whimpers roll off her lips.

“Oh my…uh…eh…”

She begins to shake and I pull her in even closer, holding her tight, letting her know we’re in this together. This, not just being her first time, but this being life…everything. Us. The family that we’re making.

Because the moment I held her so damn close you couldn’t put a single molecule between either of us, her pussy throbbing, my balls pulled up that last little bit and I absolutely exploded like a volcano, releasing a lifetime of seed that I’d been holding for her and her alone.

Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out. Not words. Not sounds.

Finally, she starts panting and I do exactly the same, lost in this moment…lost inside her.

Just when I think I’m finished another round of my DNA comes flying out, mixing with hers, and creating the perfect child. Our child…or should I say our children.

I’ve heard some of the moms at the school say they knew they were having a boy or a girl or twins when they first got pregnant.

Well, I may not be the one carrying, and this is happening in real time, but I know…I’m one hundred percent sure that there’s gonna be at least two babies growing inside her damn soon.

Slowly I wiggle my hips, letting her exposed, throbbing clit slide up and down the area just above where my dick connects to my lower abdomen.

“I’m so sensitive right now.”

“Are you hungry too?”

“For more of you. Yes.”

I can’t help but smirk. “That too, but I was thinking food.”

She playfully smacks my arm before pulling my face in for a long, hard kiss.

“I’m starving in every way…when it comes to you.”

“Good, because we’re gonna need fuel for the night we have in store.”

“Oh. What do you have planned for me?”

“Everything. Always and forever.”

CHAPTER 10

Myles

“Oh, Coach Mason! Coach Mason!” Principal Peterson yells as she comes running out of the school like her hair’s on fire. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she continues, as I reach my hand across and place it on Morgan’s thigh. I know this is about to get really uncomfortable for her and I want to let her know I’m here for her, in every way. “We’re having a charity auction and I wanted to know if you’d like to be auctioned off to supp—…oh,” she says, taking sight of Morgan in the passenger seat.

“I’ve already been claimed, Principal Peterson.”

“I…I can see that,” she says, the top off the Jeep allowing her to look inside and see where my hand rests. “But…I mean…there are…”

“She’s eighteen and we’re in love. There’s nothing you, or anyone else can do, but congratulate us…or get the hell outta our way.”

Principal Peterson freezes up and I just stare her down. I’m not one for intimidating women, but I’m also not going to allow her to think she has some sort of juicy gossip or something she can hold above Morgan’s head in some weird way. I’m letting her know, in no uncertain terms, how things are. And if she, or anyone, gets in our way I’m going to deal with it swiftly and surely…even if I have to pull Morgan out of school and homeschool her…in more ways than one.

No way am I allowing her to finish out her studies feeling uncomfortable all day long. That goes for the students too.

“Congratulations,” Principal Peterson says. “You two look…very nice together.”

“I know,” I say, as the principal turns, her shoulders now slouched, as she meanders back toward the front doors of the school.

“I think she had plans for you of her own,” Morgan says.

“Well, they just got cancelled. For good,” I retort, emphatically.

I kiss Morgan hard, so the whole world can see, and as I pull back I see a pack of boys pointing, but when I make eye contact with them their arms immediately drop, their heads turn, and the hurry into the building.

“Run along, boys. Morgan’s got a man.”

My woman leans into me hugging me tight. “That’s right!” she says, and plants one right on my cheek. Those lips are still so soft and subtle this morning, despite the fact that they were both dehydrated and running on fumes. No way did we drink enough water last night for the “workout” we had…and oh did we “work out” a whole bunch of positions.

But the one that meant the most to both of us was the extended lovemaking session with the candles lit and the soft music playing in the living room. I never thought I’d be that kinda guy, but then again I never thought I’d know, let alone meet, and be with…have…a woman like her.

Because there could only be one of her in the whole damn universe…and she’s mine.

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