“Everyone is going to be here any second,” I sigh, my tits falling out of the bikini top I swore fit comfortably this morning. “We have to hurry.”
“Fuck no. We’ll meet them at the shore when Daddy’s finished playing,” he grunts, thrusting into me harder, my belly shifting back and forth against the mossy log as Reed plows me from behind.
My thighs ache and my tits begin to drip milk as he buries himself in deeper, hitting a new spot he’s found since I got pregnant. I’m not one hundred percent sure how that works. All I know is that this new spot appeared around my second trimester and it’s reliably amazing.
“Oh God,” I moan, reaching back to grip his arm as he works. “Right there.”
He pushes in harder as he holds me steady, inked muscles flexing beneath my touch.
“Good girl. Soak Daddy’s cock. I need to feel you tighten up.”
The wind blows a warm breeze as I grind back into him, twisting circles.
“Jesus Christ, how do you do that? You get Daddy so hard every fucking day.” His voice is rough and frenzied, like he’s losing control.
It’s my favorite sound to hear. The ache, the anticipation, the primal urge to fuck, all gathered in his throat at once as he takes me with a crude force I can’t get enough of.
“Right there,” I whine, an orgasm building at my core. “I’m so close.”
“Good girl. Spill all over Daddy. Come on, you can do it.” He thrusts faster and faster with every breath, until all at once, he howls out, sending a bird flying from somewhere in the pines.
He’s still jolting forward, his hot seed filling me up when my orgasm surfaces like a rogue wave. My vision goes dark, the forest spins, my muscles contract, and I soak my husband’s cock like I haven’t come already three times today. I’m halfway through suppressing my noises when I hear Bella and Pepper hollering at each other on the shore.
“Oh my God,” I moan, still bent over the log, my nails dug into a standing tree. “You’re so big, Daddy.”
Reed lands his big hand on the back of my neck and squeezes gently. “I love you, kitten.”
“I love you more,” I pant, the scent of damp soil surrounding us, “but we need to go down to the beach. I’m the one who came up with the whole fire idea. I think everyone else wanted to go to bed early.”
“Let them,” he says, holding me close as he pumps inside a few more times. “I can’t let you walk around the beach with those big tits falling out like that. Plus, look,” he spins me towardhim, drawing his fingertip down over my milky nipple, “you’re leaking. You need Daddy to take you home and clean you up.”
My clit throbs again as though I’m an insatiable little fiend, which is a common theme for me when I’m around Reed. There’s something about the way we interact that’s inherently sexual, and the wedding didn’t slow any of that down.
I’m so glad things worked out with us, and I didn’t end up dating Troy. After Reed took me from the festival, I never heard from him again. All I know is that he was no longer interested in Reed’s boathouse. A retired couple from Michigan was though, and they paid over asking given that the kitchen was re-done. Reed and the guys whipped up the changes over a long weekend, and the buyers are some of our closest friends now. We get together for dinner at least once a month, and they’re so excited to meet our baby boy.
Reed spins me toward him and kisses me long and slow, his rough hand against my throat as he moves his lips down over my neck and toward my nipples, licking up the mess he’s made.
I grin and tug my bathing suit back into place. “Even if everyone else went to bed, I’ve got to stay. The sunset shots have been going fast on my website. I had fourteen orders last week alone.”
He kisses my nose and tucks his big hand into mine with a groan. “Fine. We’ll stay through sunset, but you’re going to owe me.”
“Owe you?” I grin, my toes digging into the warm sand. “How so? I’ve been paying you all day.”
“Payingme?No, that was foryourpleasure. Tonight is going to be all about me. Daddy needs to play rough.”
My clit throbs at the thought of him being rough, but I tease him anyway.“My pleasure?”I laugh as we walk toward our friends who’ve gathered on the beachfront. Rhett and Clint are gathering firewood, and the girls are trekking back to the housefor something. “Rough how? I’m pretty sure most people would say you’re always rough.”
“The kind of rough where Daddy pins his kitten down and makes her beg,” he growls low against the lobe of my ear, then rubs his hand down over my stomach sweetly.
I love every side of Reed. The rough, feral, sexual side. The protective side, the possessive side, the soft daddy side, and the fatherly side I’ve watched him grow into over the last nine months.
This man is going above and beyond. He’s already bought Archer his first bike, a replica Harley but for toddlers, his first tool set, a plastic version he can use while helping in the garage, and he’s even started a notebook of things he wants to remember to teach him when he gets older.
It’s the cutest thing ever.
So far, the list has everything from basic car repairs, to how to apologize and take responsibility, to how to make a good steak. There’s even a section written about leading by example and treating women well.
I’m a lucky woman, and every single day that reality shows itself more and more.
