Page 18 of His for the Taking

“Babe. House, now. Then I’ll show you how good of a morning it’s about to become.” I notice she is wearing her usual leggings, this time with a long-sleeved slouchy sweater thing and what looks like slippers on her feet, but they are hard soled. She’s a creature of habit and comfort. It works for me, easier to get her out of the clothes and gives me an unobstructed view of her sexy-as-fuck body. I’m right behind her, watching the natural sway of her hips, and she’s not even trying. All I know is I’d get on my knees, bury my face in her ass, and enjoy every damn moment of eating her until her cum is dripping down my cheeks.

“Someone’s very testy today.” My arm wraps around her from behind, hand spanning her lower abdomen. My thumb hooks in the top of her leggings, fingers sliding downwards until I can feel her heat.

“Kody, you’ve got no damn idea. We don’t have a whole lot of time. Josephine will be up sooner than I’d like, and I’ve got to get to work. You teased me last night. Now I’m going to tease you. Then, when I get home tonight, you’re going to stay until Josephine is in bed, and I’m going to give us both exactly what we need.” My mouth is hovering above her ear. Kody’s body trembles against mine, ass arching backward until we can both feel what she’s doing to my cock. The need to bend her over the first available surface, rip her leggings down, free my dick, and take her raw is bubbling at the surface.

“Jameson, God, please,” she begs so prettily.

“Open the door, babe.” My other hand that’s not playing with her pussy through the fabric is fisted in her braid, tipping her head back, and I lower my head to the column of her throat. Her hand twists the knob, and we walk in together, my legs bracketing either side of hers. As soon as we clear the door, I let go of her long dark hair, itching to take it out of the braid and see her in nothing but her hair. I close the door, making sure it’s not slammed shut before I spin her around and pin her with my body.

“Back against the wall, and you gotta be quiet, Kody, real fucking quiet.” I step into her body, moving her legs so they’re spread and I can dip my hips. The need to feel as much of her as possible is consuming me. A soft sigh, the perfect in I need, not that I’d allow it any other way. My tongue slips inside, hers meets mine, and there’s no way this is going to end any time soon. I swallow the whimper that tries to leave her mouth.

I feel her hands dig into my shoulders, one leg hiking over my hip, spreading her open even more, and I step in closer. My cock notches at her entrance, our clothes the only barrier keeping me from going any further. My hips rock along the seam of her slit. Kody’s lips pull away from mine. Her chest rises and falls breathlessly. Fuck, she’s damn sight.

“More,” she says barely above a whisper.

The more I want is going to leave us both wanting, but I don’t see any other way around it. Soon, I’ll need to head out the door, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get a taste right from the source. I back away, lowering her leg until she has both feet planted on the ground. My hands go to the top of her leggings as I drop to my knees, slowly dragging them down along with her thong, this one black, and damn if she isn’t soaking wet. The lace is clinging to her sex. Kody shimmies, trying to get me to move faster. Fuck that. There’s no way I’m going to rush getting my first view of her cunt up close and personal. It’s already bad enough I’m going to be leaving her wet and aching, and me, well, I’m going to get very acquainted with blue balls today.

“Shhh, Kody. You don’t want this to be over before it really gets started, do you?” I ask. Her clothes are halfway down her thighs, and my head dips lower. Her scent is damn intoxicating, sultry with a hint of sweetness. She’s all woman, and she’s fucking all mine. My tongue slides out, starting at her clit and working my way down until I’m at her entrance. The last time I had this taste, it wasn’t directly from the source. Now it is, and there’s no other way to describe how I feel besides addicted. So much for me teasing her or myself. There’s no controlling me now. My hands rip down her leggings more, pulling one leg from its binding, and I move closer. Kody realizes what I’m doing. Her hand slides into my hair, keeping my face planted in her wet-as-fuck cunt. I glance up, and she’s watching me, hot as hell, too, how she’s covering her mouth to keep from getting louder as I eat her like I’m starving for my last meal. I’m half tempted to pull the button to my jeans through the loop and give my cock some much-needed relief when Kody’s body arches off the door. I drag my fingers along the inside of her leg that she has planted on the ground. My lips wrap around her clit, pulling on it with deep pulls. She needs more, she needs to get off, and I can’t wait any longer. I slide two fingers inside her slick, tight heat, the tips moving in a forward motion as I pull them in and out. Kody’s legs tremble on my cheeks, and I make a solid vow the next time I’m eating her, it’ll be with her sitting on my face, riding me, her thighs on either side, squeezing the oxygen out of me as she comes a part on my mouth. Fuck, what a damn way to go. Death by the sweetest pussy a man could ever taste.

“Jameson.” Her voice is muffled. Her cunt clamps down tightly on my fingers, and I pull away from sucking on her clit. Instead, I lick at it in slow figures eights, drawing out the orgasm she’s barreling toward. My hand not fingering her pussy is still clamped on her hip, holding her in place, and with our gaze locked on one another, it happens. Kody’s eyes close, her body shutters, fingers tensing in my hair, and she comes unfuckingdone. She’s pure and raw beauty. There’s no way one taste would have ever been enough. I should have known that the first time I watched her walk across the room, the first time she ignored me and my bullshit, and the first time she put me in my damn place. Kody Goodwin is going to be mine in every way imaginable. Now I just have to make sure I never screw up again.

As her body comes down from her orgasm, I wipe my cheeks on the inside of her thighs, leaving a different kind of mark on her with my beard abrading her soft and sensitive skin. I love the way it looks, wishing I had my phone handy to add another picture to my collection of Kody.

“Jameson, you are not at all what I expected.” The rasp in her tone is doing nothing for my hard cock.

“The same could be said for yourself.” The clock is not on my side. “I’d like to continue, and we will, tonight. Now let’s get you back in your clothes before we have to explain the birds and the bees to Josephine at an entirely too young age.” Kody’s body is still recovering, so I help her step into the leg of her pants. It has me reconsidering going to work at all today. Once she’s back together, I stand up, holding her in place one last time and lightly grazing her lips. “I’m going to get ready for work. The coffee pot is on. Your creamer is in the fridge. Help yourself to whatever.” She doesn’t respond verbally; instead, she nods in understanding. Her face is flush. The orgasm I gave her was a doozy. I leave her where she is and do what needs to be done in order to get back to her faster.

22

KODY

Ibarely pulled myself together from the mind-altering orgasm Jameson doled out like it was no big deal. This time, his foot wasn’t inserted into his mouth, and I didn’t let my mind wander in a negative direction. He left me to get ready for work. And I was ready to follow him. The need to give him some relief after getting mine didn’t stem from the feeling like I owed him. There’s a deep-seated desire to watch Jameson come undone. The always-in-control single dad, who has no problem getting on his knees for me, well, I wanted to return it, and I’m going to. The second I get a chance this evening when he gets home. Jameson came back to the living room after I finally pulled myself together and made a cup of coffee for myself and a travel mug for him. Then he left me with a kiss that had me gripping his shirt so tightly it left wrinkles in the fabric. There was no walking him out to his work truck. He told me he didn’t want me out in the cool air, and there was no way he’d leave if I followed. Instead, I walked him to the front door, where he left me with a soft kiss, nipping at my lip for good measure, and then he was out the door.

“Kody, you here!” I’m now on my second cup of coffee. Jameson has been gone for close to an hour, and I wasn’t going to sit around and do nothing besides sit on my butt.

“Hey, JoJo, I am. Did you sleep well?” While she was sleeping, I got breakfast going—a burrito of sorts of eggs, cheese, and bacon wrapped up in a tortilla, and then wrapped in foil to keep warm. We’ve got big plans today. I’d like to hit up the craft store and grocery store before nap time comes around.

“Da best! Daddy read me.” She holds up her fingers and proceeds to count, “One, two, tree books!” Her ringlet type curls are every which way, the side of her face has lines from the sheets, and Josephine has her bear wrapped beneath her arm.

“Wow, that’s great!” I notice her eyes are full of tears, and her bottom lip is wobbling, “What’s wrong?”

“I have accident,” she says, and I look down to see the proof. Then I move. No longer am I leaning against the kitchen island; I’m double-stepping it.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” I sweep her up in my arms. “Shhh, accidents happen all the time. It’s okay.” I try to soothe her as we walk through the living room, down the hallway, and into the bathroom. “Will you turn on the light?” I ask, trying to get her mind off her forgetting to go to the bathroom before finding me. Which I feel is my fault. I’d gotten started on breakfast and didn’t hear or see her through the monitor, so immersed in my task I didn’t think.

“You not mad?” Josephine asks, flipping on the light.

“Nope, not at all.” I can feel the proof of her accident on my clothes. “Can you get undressed and finish going to the bathroom?” JoJo is sucking back tears, and damn if that doesn’t make me pull her closer. The last thing I want is her to be upset with herself. She’s hardly two and doing great.

“I be big girl,” JoJo says.

“You are a big girl. Don’t ever think differently. I’m going to start the bath. Bubbles?” Redirection is going to be key in order to turn her morning around. Something tells me Josephine does not like disappointing herself or others. JoJo is pretty advanced for her age, or maybe I’m biased. Probably a mixture of both, really. She’s already potty trained, talks in sentences even if they’re somewhat broken, and is killing it in her dexterity skills.

“Pwease.” She strips down completely naked to finish going potty. I’m trying to hold back my laughter. Jameson warned me that this happens from time to time, especially when she’s going to be there for a bit.

“No problem.” I turn the water on, making sure it’s not too hot and not too cold, and pour a healthy amount of the bubble bath in. “Are you okay?” I ask.

“I go number two!” Alright. Gone is the sadness, and in it’s place is Josephine’s happiness. Thank goodness.

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