Page 7 of Wooed By Daddy

“Yes,” he answers her. “Had I met Kelly first, there’s no doubt in my mind that she’d be my wife. She’s always meant to be mine. It’s just fucked up the way we got here.”

God, Rina’s right, he’s a smooth talker.

“This is your last chance,” she tells him. “You’re on thin ice, Mr. Very thin ice. Mess her around again, hurt her or her baby, and I’m coming for you.”

“Never,” he vows. “Kelly and our baby are my priority. I fucked up enough with her, it’s not going to happen again.”

God, how I’d love to believe that, but I’ve been burned one too many times before. Not only with Grant but with Ian. I’m not sure that I’ll ever be able to fully trust someone with my heart again.

“Fine,” Rina says on a sigh. “You may come in, but remember, I’m watching you.”

I move back to my seat and smile. I love Sabrina, she’s the best friend a girl could ever ask for. She’s got my back no matter what, just as I have with her. I’ll never let anyone hurt her. She deserves so much love in this world, I truly hope that she finds it.

“Good morning, Baby-girl,” Grant says low as he makes a beeline for me. He’s wearing a smart black suit and a pale pink shirt.

I glance at my cell that’s lying on the counter. It’s just after eleven in the morning. Shouldn’t he be at work? “You’re dressed awfully nice for this time of the morning,” I say as he steps into my personal space.

“I’ve been,” he tells me with a grin. “Now, I’m here to take you to lunch.”

I blink, surprised that he wants to do that. “You are?”

He presses a kiss against my cheek. “Yeah, baby, I am. I have things planned for us today, first of all, you need to get dressed. As sexy as you look, I would lose my mind having men see you wearing this.”

I glance down and see that I’m wearing my pajamas. A pair of hot pink sleep shorts and a white tank top.

“I’ll leave you two to it,” Rina says. “Call me later, Kel, we’re nowhere near finished with our conversation.”

I wave her goodbye and turn my attention back to Grant. “I’m in my pajamas, I’m hardly going to leave the house wearing them. Besides, what’s wrong with them?”

His thumb brushes over my nipple. “I can see them,” he growls low in his throat. “See how taut they are, pressed against the flimsy material of your top.”

My breathing deepens as he continues to caress my nipple, when he brings his other hand up to do the same, I release a low moan. “Grant,” I whimper.

God, it’s been months since I last had sex, and as fun as my vibrator is, I need more.

“Tell me, baby girl, what do you need?” his voice thick with lust.

I know that I should pull back and erect the barrier back between us, but right now, I can’t do that, I need him, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to push him away when I’m running this hot.

I reach for his pants and unsnap the button and then pull down the zipper, the second I do that, his cock springs free. It’s thick, the bulbous head looks angry and purple. I lick my lips, wanting to taste him. I slide off my seat and sink to the floor—not very sexily as I’m eight months pregnant—but I wrap my hand around his thick length and begin to pump. I twirl my tongue around the head and along the slit.

Grant moans, and I grin. Good, at least I’m not the only one that’s horny as fuck right now. I take him deep into my mouth and swallow around his cock. His hands dive into my hair, his fingers tangling close to the root. He holds tight and takes over, fucking my mouth. “Christ, Baby-Girl,” he snarls as he continues to thrust hard.

My cheeks hollow, and I relax my jaw, letting him get deeper than before. I reach for his balls and caress them between my fingers. They’re heavy and full, he’s close to the edge. Pride fills me at the thought of making him lose control like this. But I want more than a mouthful of his cum. I want him.

I pull off his cock and sit back on my hunches and look at him. His eyes dark with lust. “Fuck me, daddy,” I whimper as I squirm under his gaze.

His grin is one of absolute satisfaction. His hands go under my arms, and he lifts me in the air. “I’m going to fuck you baby-girl, but this time, I’m going to worship your body,” he promises.

“Next time,” I tell him as I wrap my arms around his neck, knowing that there’s no way that I can deny him. I’ve never been able to stop the way I feel, the only way to do that was to keep my distance, but with the baby, there’s no way that’s going to happen.

He walks us to my bedroom, his cock pressing against my sex, the thin barrier of my sleep shorts the only thing that’s keeping him from entering me. His mouth slants down against mine, and he kisses me. I cling to him as his tongue sweeps between my lips. I’m lost, utterly lost in the kiss. The only thing that I see is him.

He lies me down on the bed and slowly peels my pajamas from me. “Fuck,” he snarls. “Look at your body, baby girl. So fucking beautiful.”

His eyes are filled with appreciation and lust, my pussy floods at his words. “Hmmm,” I whimper, needing him to fill me.

“You hurting baby?” he asks me softly.

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