Page 4 of Needing Daddy

Chapter Two

“She’s deluded,” Jackstated firmly.

“What do you mean?” Allie asked. She pulled back the duvet and climbed into bed.

“Not rational, unstable. Do you think something happened to her in the States?”

“You mean something bad?” Allie sat up.

“Could be,” Jack said as he stripped off and headed for the shower. “Her mental compass is way off, that’s for sure!” He threw the words over his shoulder.

Allie drew her knees up and hugged them. Could Penny have been molested or even raped? Some kind of event must have occurred to cause her to behave so strangely. All the talk of her husband David and a dog named Honey. Then there was her insistence that she lived in Dulwich. It had been so embarrassing placating the poor woman whose house Penny had invaded so rudely. What had happened over in America to bring her sweet sister home with such delusions?

“Stop brooding, tomorrow’s another day, everything will work out. Penny will be fine, you’ll see,” Jack told her as he towelled himself dry. The bed dipped under his weight and she leant over to click the lamp off.

“Leave it,” he said gruffly, reaching for her.

“Jack, I don’t feel much like it tonight,” she complained softly. He pulled her onto his chest.

“Hey, trust me to know how to distract you, eh? Didn’t you agree that I was to be boss in the bedroom?” He nuzzled her neck and nipped at her earlobe.

The man knows my weak spots better than I do!

“Just relax, let me take care of you, hon. I’ll take your mind off your sister and make you forget everything but us.” His hands roamed her breasts, tweaking her burgeoning nipples, his mouth trailed after his fingers, grazing the rising buds.

He isn’t wrong...

An inadvertent moan escaped her lips as he worried her swollen nubbins with his teeth.

When she’d been in her final year at school she’d had a crush on Megan Smith, the captain of the netball team. Allie had honestly believed her sexual path was to be women, right up to the moment that she met Jack. His kindness and humour won her over and she agreed to date him. It didn’t take much to fall in love, with his handsome open face and easy grin. He was protective too, in a non-jealous way, being both thoughtful and supportive of her. She had accepted his offer of marriage without a qualm and had never regretted it.

Tom and Lucy had come along shortly after and they settled into a comfortable family life provided for by Jack’s work as a dentist. Allie ran their diary and daily life as a stay at home mum, fitting in family life while still earning a wage as an independent editor working online.

It had soon become apparent that Jack was dominant in the bedroom. Not that he was an actual dominant, like the heroes in the steamy BDSM books she liked to read; no, Jack just took charge in bed and Allie loved that side of him. He even spanked her on occasion but that was their little secret, something she would never share with another soul, because what woman in the twenty-first century liked to be spanked? To her mind only those into BDSM. She could never share those fantasies with Jack, he was way too nice to be a true dominant, and frankly Allie was unsure how she would cope with the type of men she liked to read about in books.

His fingers slipped between her thighs and found the heart of her need. She arched her hips to his touch. Her worries faded.She grew wet for him.

“Good girl,” he crooned. Pleasure fluttered low in her belly at his words. She so loved hearing him voice his approval. The combination of his heavy hands holding her thighs wide apart and Jack’s body weight anchoring her lower body caused growing tension at the apex of her thighs. She was close to combustion.

Soft swipes on her clit from his tongue roused her into a mindless puddle. Catching hold of his hair, she clung on and rode the rising tide his clever mouth evoked. “Uh uh, no coming yet,” his voice chided from below.

“Ja-ck!” she warbled in desperation.

Immediately he stopped attending to her and pulled himself up her body.

“You are so ready for me,” he growled and kissed her with lips slick with her own arousal, the scent musky. His hips shifted and she felt his cock seeking home.

Shifting slightly, she welcomed his entrance. One languorous thrust and he was seated, her muscles clenched around his girth. A slow rock of his hips and the glide of his cock connected her to him profoundly. The world receded, leaving the two of them joined as one.

“Jack,” she crooned.

He began to move, the thrust and retreat of his cock a delicious dance that never failed to bring her the greatest pleasure a man could bestow upon a woman. She surrendered herself, mind and body totally focused on the moment. Dizzying sensation flooded her senses as he rammed into her. A riptide tore through her body, curling her toes. She cried his name and held on to his bucking form. Giving a muffled shout, he rose above her, suspended by the powerful force of bliss, calling to her as he announced his own completion. She felt his cock swell, pulsing as he coated her quivering channel with hot seed.

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