Page 33 of Daddy's Best Friend

I could feel her massaging her clit as I began gently moving my hand around, pumping into her.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, “oh, holy fuck. God, it’s so full. Fuck…”

The very instant she climaxed it felt like she would swallow me whole. Her pussy clenched around my fist, the rhythmic contractions of climax coming in waves. She made so much noise I knew Trevor had to have heard it. Her hips came off the bed a few times as she writhed. And all I had to do was lie there with my fist inside of her.

When she calmed, I could feel her heartbeat around my hand. I pulled it out slowly, feeling the cum on my hand. As I pushed myself up, the blanket fell off me and she kicked it the rest of the way off and turned over, presenting herself.

My heart raced as I stroked my cock, covering my shaft in her juices. Ella’s head turned on the pillow and she watched me as I positioned myself between her legs. She grabbed the back of her thigh and held herself open, and I used the remaining cum on my hand, smearing it across her ass before pushing my cock into her opening.

Ella groaned, turning her face into the pillow when I started thrusting. Her ass was tight, gripping me like her hand had. And after watching her face as she climaxed around my fist, I was raring to go. It took almost no time at all, especially when she started to cum again. I didn’t realize how powerful her orgasms were until I felt her ass convulsing around me. It made my climax stronger.

We both made noise this time, rattling the walls. I’d have to thank her for this later. Morning sex was now my absolute favorite.

When I was finished, I glided in and out of her a few more times, letting her finish, before I pulled out and helped her off the bed. She stumbled, weak in the knees, so I put an arm around her to guide her and we showered quickly. Afterward, Ella toweled off as I dried my hair. In the two weeks she’d been with me, she’d managed to take up over half my counter space in my bathroom with cosmetics and an assortment of soaps and lotions. I’d nearly forgotten what it was like to have a woman share the space with me. It was a change, but not an unpleasant one.

I kissed her forehead and started for the door but noticed the frown she carried. “What is it? Are you okay?” I rested my hand on her stomach. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She shook her head and tucked into my chest. “Why haven’t they called me? I’ve left a dozen messages for them. Alan, I’m worried that my dad was serious.”

I wrapped my arms around her still-damp body and comforted her. In all my years I’d never seen Todd so angry, and despite my best efforts to encourage her that everything would be fine, I was beginning to have my doubts too. We’d had arguments before, but never like this one, and never ones that had us not speaking for days or weeks afterward.

“I’m having a baby. I need my mom.”

The way she curled up against me, arms folded between us, made me feel so protective over her. I would have wrestled a bear with no weapon, just to chase her negative emotions away.The thought of her losing that relationship with her parents because of me vexed me. I had to do something.

“Okay, well…” My mind went into overdrive. There had to be a way to talk to them, someone who could get through to them and at least let Elaine know that Ella was frightened. My parents were both gone already, died within a few months of each other a few years back in their eighties. Ella was right; she did need a female figure in her life to help answer the challenging questions about motherhood that I wouldn’t have answers for.

Then it hit me. Cecilia White spent a lot of time with Elaine. Both Todd and I had history with her. Back in college she had been our tutor for statistics—a subject we both struggled in. She had introduced Todd to Elaine and the rest was history there. I hadn’t spoken with her in months, but we still had a great friendship. Her husband was part of the yacht club where I was a member.

“What about Cecilia?” I pulled Ella away from me and watched the thought sink in. Her concern faded to a hopeful expression.

“You think she’ll talk to Mom and Dad?” I watched the flicker of light return to her eyes that had been extinguished the day her father told her to get out.

“Yeah, I think she will. All of us go way back. She owes me a favor too.” I kissed Ella gently. “It’s going to be okay. We are going to work this out.”

Ella grimaced and started drying her hair. “You won’t be embarrassed to tell her about us? What we did? What happened?” Her eyebrows peaked in the center, sympathetic eyes staring up at me.

For a moment I hesitated, wondering the same thing. Would I be embarrassed? There was a lot on the table, and soon everyone would find out anyway. If I was really in love with Ella, none of that mattered at all. I shook my head.

“Not even a little. You are the woman of my dreams, Ella Vance. Even if you are 18 years younger than me. And I will tell the entire world tomorrow if it makes you feel more confident in my love.”

Her smile lit up the room. “I love you.” She pecked me on the cheek and strolled out into the bedroom and I followed.

I dressed quickly and headed downstairs for our morning constitutional. I’d gotten into the habit of making Ella breakfast—dry toast with a cup of coffee, now taken black because the cream made her ill. This morning, Trevor was awake and having his customary dish of cereal. I thought he’d never grow up and start eating a man’s breakfast.

His head popped up when I walked in, and he rolled his eyes at me. “You ever think about the fact that there are other people in this house?”

Confused, I reached for a clean coffee mug to start Ella’s brew and asked Trevor, “What do you mean?”

He chuckled and shoved a massive bite of cereal into his mouth, milk dribbling down his chin just like it did when he was little. He chewed, so I turned to start the coffee maker. Then pulled out the bread for her toast. I enjoyed caring for her like this. I had missed having someone to dote on.

“I mean,” he said, coughing because he spoke too soon after swallowing, “that when you fuck, you might want to be a little quieter.” He winked at me.

Not even the slightest bit embarrassed, I retorted, “Well, at least I can get some.” I returned his wink and added, “Besides this is my house. You don’t want to hear me fuck, move out.”

He laughed and picked the bowl up and slurped milk out of it as I put bread into the toaster and pushed the lever down. Trevor had taken it surprisingly well, asking only minimal questions. I knew he didn’t fully understand, but he hadn’t shown any animosity about it. At least not to my face.

“Dad?” He stood and walked around the island to the sink, rinsing his bowl and setting it in the sink.

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