Page 40 of Taste Of You

“Apple juice and goldfish?”

“I may have some ready for you in the room down the hall.”

She lands a huge smooch on his cheek, and then wiggles to be put down. “You the bestest, Daddy.” No hesitation, not that there ever has been. She’s been his since they met. Just climbed on his lap and laid her head on his neck, claimed him as her own.

“And you’re my bestest girl.” Lily’s smile is beaming at his praise, and once more I tear up. God, how will I get through the next few hours? “Can you be a big girl for me and go with Sandy while Mommy and Daddy talk?”

His eyes land on mine; they heat me up. This yo-yoing is going to kill me. I want to cry, have him fuck me, and then eat a large Hawaiian pizza.

Sandy walks over and takes Lily’s hand. As she passes him, he catches her arm and bends a bit to kiss her cheek. Makes her blush.

“Hold back the crazies outside for me, please.”

“Ben is a piece of cake, but Ana is a wild one. Can I trip her?”

“I’ll give you five thousand to make that a reality.”

“Deal!” she says, and the next sound within the room is the closing of the door. His breathing and mine, the labored exhales as we touch.

This is what I need. His lips on mine.

His touch.

“Can you be quiet for me?” I nod, kissing my way down his throat. Nipping the skin there and leaving a small trail of lip gloss behind. We kept my makeup very natural today with a soft pink eyeshadow, mascara, and glossy lips. “Turn around.”

I do as he asks, giving him my back and access to my zipper. Lowering it, he kisses every inch of exposed skin he can reach. Biting me with enough pressure to mark.

The strapless gown falls to my chest, exposing my lace bra, then lower as he pulls it to just above my knees where he finds his first surprise of the night. I’m bare for him. No panties.

“Fuck,” he groans, bending me over just enough that he can see my pussy. It’s glistening for him, and he licks a trail from the very top of my bottom to my slit. One long lick that makes my knees weak. “This is going to be fast. Dirty.”

“Need you, baby. Fill me. Stretch my little hole,” I whimper, knowing that he loves it. That he gets just a little bit rougher when I talk dirty. “Please.”

“You made me do this.” Standing to his full height, he presses against me while lowering his zipper. The blunt head seeking me—he swipes through my wetness a few times and then slams in.

“Jet!” I yell out, standing on the tip of my toes from the force.

At once his hand comes over my mouth, his breath on my ear. “Quiet.”

His strokes are punishing, hard and precise. Jet knows my body better than I do myself, knows what gets me off. It’s a combination of hard thrusts, and the possessive hold he has on me, the way his hand leaves my mouth and encircles my neck. Gives just enough of a squeeze that immediately makes me see stars.

My orgasm nears brutality with its force. My body’s not my own, walls pulsing as somewhere behind me I hear his own curse. Feel as each rope of come fills me and then spills down my thighs.

It’s a mess. A beautiful mess.

Jet pulls out of me and tucks himself back inside his tuxedo pants. Apart from his labored breathing, you wouldn’t think this man just fucked me stupid.

“Don’t clean that up.” Slowly, he pulls my dress back and zips me up. Helps me fix my breasts and push a few stray hairs from my face. “You look perfect just like this. Wearing me on your thighs and carrying my baby inside.”

I gasp, wide eyes looking up at him. “You knew?”

He nods, eyes bright with happiness. “From the day you took the test. Knew you’d want to tell me tonight.”

“You’re not mad, are you? Cause I—”

Silencing me with a deep kiss, he brings me close and places a hand on my belly. “Never. In fact, I love that you want to surprise me. That you always try to make things special.”

“I love you so much, Jet.”

“And I you.” Another quick peck, and he pulls back. Full smirk in place. “Now, let’s go get hitched. You owe me a blowjob for this.”

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