Page 14 of Daddy Reed

“Love you too, sunshine.”

Dawson sleeps on my bare chest, a small puddle of drool forming just under his mouth. Having as many babies as we’ve had over the years has definitely done its part in keeping me young. Hell, I could be a grandfather at my age, but instead, I have a teething baby sprawled out on me. Had we stayed in California all those years ago, Devon would have married some college douchebag and given me grandkids decades ago. Thank fuck fate led us here instead.

Devon emerges from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body and her hair dripping with water. I’m reminded of the first time we bathed together in the river. How it was supposed to be so innocent and necessary but felt like the beginning of. . . everything. Time has passed by in a blink. It feels like it was only yesterday I watched her young tits as the river water lapped at them.

I’d been so thirsty to lap at them too.

She arches a brow at me and smirks. “What?”

“Just thinking about you.”

Her lips curl into a pleased grin. Now that she knows all our children are safe, she’s carefree and happy again. I love her in all the ways, but especially like this.

“Oh yeah?” she asks as she finger combs through her damp hair. “What about?”

“Your tits, naturally.”

She snorts out a laugh that makes Dawson jolt. We both wince, wondering if he’ll wake, but he doesn’t. Finally, she says, “Is that all you think about?”

“I was also thinking about how you keep me young with all these babies.” I gesture toward Raegan and Destiny’s room. “Even when they drive you crazy, you still want more.”

She saunters over to my side of the bed and gently picks Dawson up. “They’re so perfect when they come out. It’s hard to imagine them grown and rebellious. Motherhood is a trick.”

I attempt to tug at her towel, but she sidesteps me, going to Dawson’s crib. He doesn’t stir as she places him down and covers him with his favorite rabbit fur blanket Devon made him.

Devon walks back over to me and, this time, lets me pluck her towel from her body. I grip her hips and haul her across me. Her legs straddle me, finding my cock already straining through my boxers.

“I could be a grandpa right now had our life gone differently,” I murmur, sliding my hands to her ass and squeezing. “Do you ever wonder about that life?”

She grinds her naked pussy against my dick, dampening my boxers with her arousal. “Not a life I’d want to live.”

“I’d just steal you from him anyway,” I tell her with a wolfish grin, reaching up to pinch one of her hardened nipples. “I’d come visit my grandkids, and while your husband was distracted, I’d drag you into the bathroom with me.”

Her teeth capture her bottom lip as she pins me with a smoldering stare. “He would hear us.”

I smirk, my dick throbbing at the fantasy we’re creating. “I would have to hold your mouth. Like this.”

She gasps when I roll, flipping us until she’s beneath me. My hand covers her supple mouth. Her heels dig into my ass, begging me to grind into her.

“Does your husband know you like to fuck your daddy?” I taunt, my voice a low growl. “Does he know all those kids actually belong to me?”

Her moan nearly undoes me. Devon is a filthy girl. I fucking love her.

“Shh, Pip,” I whisper. “I’m going to fuck you real good like your useless husband in the other room never can.”

I watch as her lashes flutter and her nostrils flare. She writhes beneath me, needing every bit of the friction I offer as I grind my cock against her.

“I’m going to fuck you fast and dirty, my sweet little girl.”

She moans louder, but I silence her with a warning glare. Her tits bounce with each ragged breath she attempts to suck in through her nostrils. With my free hand, I grab the waistband of my boxers and jerk them down far enough to free my cock, dripping with pre-cum.

“Shh,” I croon, teasing her slick pussy with the crown of my cock. “I hear him calling for you.”

I push into her hot, wet body with one hard thrust that has her crying out. Her sounds are muffled by my hand. I’m soon lost in the fantasy right along with her, jealous of the fake husband who gets to have her all the time while I only get her on rare visits.

If this version of our lives ever existed, I’d gut that motherfucker. I’d slit his throat, kidnap my daughter and her children, and steal away to the wilderness. We’d always end up here. Together. That much I’m sure of.

My hand slips away from her mouth because I need to taste her. I need to convey with a brutal, claiming kiss that she’s mine, that she’ll always be mine. Our tongues thrash together in a frantic dance only the two of us know the steps to. I fuck her hard and relentlessly.

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