Page 32 of Daddy's Best Friend

ALAN

Iwoke to a hand inside my boxers, wrapped around my dick, playfully stroking. Ella’s breasts pressed against my side; her leg draped over mine. I blinked awake, feeling an urge to roll her over and fuck her into the bedsheets, the dream I had playing in my memory.

“Good morning, Daddy.” She winked at me and grinned. She’d taken to calling me Daddy now and then, her way of showing how proud she was to be carrying my child. I quite enjoyed the sentiment, though I made her swear to keep it private.

“Good morning,” I yawned out. “What time is it?” The drapes were shut, blocking out any hint of sunlight, so the room was dark.

“Oh, about 20 ’til seven. I shut the alarm off so we could just be together. If you want…” As she said that, she stroked me a bit more firmly. “I am having a craving.”

That piqued my interest, so I rolled on my side to face her as she backed away, propping myself up on an elbow while she strokedme. “Cravings already? I thought those started a lot later in pregnancy.” Smirking, I inched toward her.

“Well, I think this sort of craving happens all the time. At least to me it does.” As she moved closer to me, the blanket pulled down, revealing her breast. She had taken her clothes off before waking me up. Her exposed nipple was firm, hardened into a peak. She licked her lip and sighed softly. “Want to help me with this?”

The way her red tresses framed her face in the dim light made her blue eyes pop. She was stunning, lying there staring up at me with desire in her gaze. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have her.

“Yes, I want to help you with that. I want to satisfy every craving you have, even if it is for peanut butter and pickles dipped in horseradish at midnight on a Sunday before a huge work meeting I have to wake up for at five a.m.”

She giggled and said, “Peanut butter sounds fun. I know a way we could use that, but that’s not the craving. And I’ve never actually played with pickles or horseradish, so it’s not those either. Do you want to guess again?”

“Well, what did you have in mind then?” I rested my hand on her hip and tugged the blanket lower as my eyes shifted to the top drawer of the dresser where her toys were stashed.

“You’re getting warmer.” She smirked at me, then grabbed my hand and pushed it beneath the blanket. I searched her out, finding a puddle of moisture between her legs with my fingers. Her hand returned to my now very hard cock.

“A plug? You like those.” The mess beneath my fingers aroused me.

“We’ve played with my toys almost every day for two weeks.” She grinned. “I want to try something different.”

I pushed a few fingers into her, and she sucked in a breath as my thumb pressed against her clit. I felt her lift her leg, giving me space to work as I scooted closer to her so I could push my fingers in deeper.

“What sort ofdifferentdo you have in mind?” The pressure in my groin was intense. I woke up with morning wood anyway, but this was a pleasant surprise, and a great way to get ready for work on a Monday morning.

“God…” She lay back, closing her eyes, but her hand continued squeezing my dick. She had less space to work with my body so close to hers, but what she did still felt amazing.

“Hmm? You want that pool cue in the drawer?” She’d never used it with me, though she explained the concept of it being inside her pussy and how it would pleasure us both—filling her and giving some added texture to me.

“No…” she moaned.

I worked her clit, pressing and massaging with my thumb as I curled my fingers and rubbed her g-spot. Her grip on my dick tightened and she spread her legs farther. I wanted to be inside of her so badly, I almost just climbed on top of her, but she deserved to feel incredible too.

“What are you craving then?” I leaned over her, kissing her chest. I sucked on a nipple, drawing a circle around it with my tongue then gently biting it.

“More…” Her hand left my cock and grabbed my wrist, tugging on it. So I slid another finger into her. She hissed, arching herback upward and thrusting her chest toward me. So, I took her nipple into my mouth farther, and she groaned, “More.” Tugging my wrist again.

I already had three fingers in her. What more did she want? But her insistent tugging had me sliding the fourth finger in. I felt her clench around me. Her jaw was clenched, and she breathed through her teeth. I pulled my lips away from her tit and watched her face. She was enjoying this a lot.

“You like it?”

“Fuck yes, I do.” Her fingernails dug into my skin and her hips began grinding upward, encouraging me to push deeper. “I want more.”

“What more?” I wanted to give her whatever she wanted, but I was confused.

“Your fist… Just put it in me.” Her eyes opened and the look of desperation she gave me told me she was serious.

“But you’re pregnant. That might hurt the baby. I can just get a ball.” I started to rise up, pulling my fingers back, but her fingernails dug in deeper to my skin. I would be bleeding if she grabbed me any harder.

“No, that’s boring. Just give me your fist.” She looked frantic. “Please… make me cum.”

I relaxed back onto the bed, moving my thumb away from her clit. Her eyes never left mine as I slid my thumb across my palm and up into her with my fingers. She pulled my wrist, forcing my hand into her. Her pussy was hot, smooth inside, and tight. She was wet. I could feel her moisture slicking my skin as my fist sank into her. She gasped and groaned, closing her eyes.

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