Page 86 of Accepting Love

She nods. “After she helped me frost the cupcakes, she said she had some things to do and wouldn’t be able to come back. Dinner is in the crockpot.”

I chuckle. I love how Audrey automatically knows when it would be in her best interest to become scarce. She’s an amazing woman, but Caro is like a daughter to her, and she draws the line at hearing us having sex upstairs. I’m glad.

Caro leans over to grab a cupcake. She peels off the wrapper and holds it to my lips. “See if it’s good.”

“What if it’s not?” I tease.

Her eyes widen. “Then you lie and tell me it’s the best cupcake you ever ate, Daddy. Duh.”

I laugh as I lean forward and bite off half the cupcake in one bite. I moan exaggeratedly as I chew and swallow. “Best cupcake ever, angel. You did a great job.”

She eats the other half, taking a few more bites than me. When she’s done, she tosses the wrapper on the table and jumps off my lap. She takes my hand and tugs. “Let’s move to phase two.”

I laugh again as I stand. “Phase one didn’t last very long. What if I want another cupcake? Didn’t you make tea or something to go with it?”

She shakes her head. “You can have another one after dinner. We wouldn’t want to spoil your dinner.”

I follow her into our bedroom, already pulling her dress over her head. “Shoes off,” I order as I kick off my own. I love watching her breasts bounce as she moves deeper into the room.

She kicks her shoes off next to the bed.

“Can you take off the rest of your clothes for Daddy while I use the bathroom?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I leave her in the bedroom and shut myself in the bathroom, making quick work of removing my clothes, using the toilet, and washing my hands.

When I return to the bedroom, I’m pleased to see Caro is not only on the bed, but she’s on all fours, pushing her bottom out toward me.

“Now that’s a beautiful sight,” I say as I stroke my cock on my approach. I release myself when I reach her, set my palms on her hips, and run my hands up her body to cup her breasts.

She whimpers as I pinch her nipples.

While I play with one nipple, I slide the other hand down her belly and between her folds. “So wet for me, angel.”

She moans and rocks back toward me. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Have you touched this little pussy today?”

“No, Sir. I was just thinking about it.”

“Mmm. I can’t punish you for your thoughts, can I?”

“No, Daddy.” She shakes her head and moans again when I push a finger deep into her.

I pull her back so my cock rests against her crack while I continue to rub her pussy. I want her to come before I touch her tight hole. It will help her relax.

It doesn’t take long before she’s panting and wiggling. I remove my fingers and thrust my cock into her wet channel.

She arches and cries out. “Daddy…”

“Come around my cock first, angel. Then I’ll take your bottom.”

She rocks back and forth in rhythm with me, her wetness coating my cock so much I nearly slip out a few times. Finally, she stiffens and gives me the sweetest sounds I’ve grown to love when she comes. A combination of a mewl and a moan.

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