“Playing in his room. He didn’t want to see the decorations until they were done.”
“Thank god.” In a matter of minutes, Knox has us both stripped down and under the warm spray. He kisses me slowly, reverence in every brush of his lips. I’m drowning in the emotion he’s pouring into me. It’s everything I’ve dreamed of receiving from a partner.
“You’ve become irreplaceable to me, Farrah,” he whispers against my mouth. “I’m sorry I don’t have more to offer you, but what I do have will be yours until the end of my days.”
“You’ve given me everything I could possibly want, Knox. Just keep giving me you, and I’ll be happy for the rest of my life.”
“Done.” He kisses me harder, lifting me by my thighs to place the head of his cock at my entrance. I’m tiny next to him, and I’ve yet to figure out how he makes himself fit every time we do this. He takes his time, sliding the head of his cock up and down my slit. I bite back my moans, overwhelmed with every notch he ratchets up my pleasure.
Then he’s filling me full. There’s always a moment ofoh, shit, I can’t do thisbefore the pleasure takes over and I’m out of my head with need. He bucks up into me with restrained groans. I love knowing I have the same effect on him that he has on me.
I gasp when he presses his fingers against my slippery clit.
“Hey, Daddy, do you know where my boots are?”
Knox and I both freeze, staring wide-eyed at each other. He clears his throat. “Uh, are they on the back porch?”
“Maybe. Have you seen them, Farrah?”
I roll my lips between my teeth to keep from freaking out. I’m literally impaled on Knox’s cock while his son is standing outside our shower. Thank god he’s got a solid curtain.
“I have not, buddy.”
“Okay, I’ll go look on the porch.”
We wait about ten seconds before we both let out a breath of relief.
“That was close.” I shake my head.
“No kidding. I’m on the edge of control.” Knox flexes his hips, making me gasp. He keeps thrusting, moving deeper with every push forward. I drop my head back at the way his cock hits me in all the right places.
“That’s it, Princess. Are you going to come for me? Is this pussy going to squeeze me so tight that I’ll have no choice but to come too?”
A whimper is all he gets in return. It’s too good.
He pinches my clit, and I’m gone, coming so hard there are black spots behind my eyes. His thrusts stutter as I do exactly what he asked and force him to come with me.
“Fuck, Princess,” he huffs, gently lowering me to my own feet. I’m a bit wobbly, but I manage to find my balance. I’m handed a soapy washcloth as he finishes the shower he came in here for in the first place.
We get dried off and changed into our clothes for the party. When we get downstairs, Finn is staring slack-jawed at the decorations.
“What do you think?” Hesitance lines my question. I hope it’s what he wanted.
Finn races over to me, hugging me around my waist. “It’s amazing. Thank you.”
“I’m so glad you like it.”
“Okay, you two. I’m going to pick up the cake and balloons. Do we need anything else while I’m in town?”
I gasp. “Juice boxes! Oh my gosh, I can’t believe we almost forgot drinks for you guys.”
“Good remembering,” Finn says with a relieved breath. “That was a close one.”
Knox laughs. “I’m on it. Text me if you think of anything else.” He walks out the front door to get in his truck.
“Okay, sweetheart. Do you see anything you think needs to be adjusted?”
Finn and I go over our decorations with a critical eye, making tweaks as we see them. As usual, he keeps me entertained the entire time we work together.
