Page 55 of Lost King

I smile. Fuckin' Perfect.

Feeling my cock harden, Emerson rotates her hips. My hands fall to her ass helping her grind down harder. Tilting her head back, she moans. Clasping the hem of her t-shirt, Emerson pulls it off over her head and discards it to the floor. Bringing my hand up, I cup her breasts. When I pull on her sensitive nipple, she grinds down on my aching cock and I can feel the heat of her pussy through the thin material that's separating us. Needing to taste her breast, I swipe my tongue over her sensitive rosy tip before pulling it into my mouth. Her hands go to the back of my head and she fists my hair. Using my teeth, I tug on her piercing.

"Oh god," she moans. As if my mouth on her nipple has caused some sort of switch to be flipped, Emerson's movements become frantic. Scooting back slightly, she grabs the waistband of my boxers and slides them down just far enough to release my raging hard on. In lightning speed Emerson tugs her panties to the side and I barely get a glimpse of her glistening pussy before she grabs ahold of my shaft and impales herself down on it, all the way to the hilt causing me to curse. "God damnit fuck!" I've heard that woman who are pregnant become extra horny. I'd say by the way Emerson is bouncing up and down on my dick right now it's true. Her pussy is eating every inch of my cock up. I have to say it's a huge fuckin' turn on seeing my woman use my body for her pleasure. Digging my fingers into Emerson's ass, I stare up at her bouncing tits and watch her face as she rides me. "That's right babe, take what you need."

"Oh god, Quinn. I'm going to come," she says digging her nails into my shoulders nearly drawing blood. "Come now, Sunshine." Before the last word leaves my mouth her pussy clamps down on my cock triggering my own release. Emerson's limp body falls against my chest as we both take a moment to catch our breath. "I swear I don't know what just came over me," she confesses.

"Babe, that was hot as fuck. You'll get no complaints from me."

My dad had my car parked in the driveway waiting for us when Emerson and I finally arrived an hour late this morning. I wasn't even aware he knew someone had vandalized it until he informed me Jake talked to him about it the week he was camped out at the clubhouse while I recovered. Dad made some calls, had it towed to Bozeman and a few weeks later here it is.

I run my hand across the hood of the car, then walk around and open the door. "It looks fuckin' amazing, Dad. How much did this set you back?"

"Don't you worry about all that, Son," he says waving his hand, "a friend of mine owed me a favor."

I glance back at the house. Kat ran out and kidnapped my woman the moment we parked and got out of the car. With Emerson being inside it gives me the perfect opportunity to talk to my dad. "I'm gonna ask Emerson to marry me."

His face lights up, "I'm happy to hear that. When do you plan on popping the question?"

Closing the car door, I prop my arms on the hood. My dad does the same on the opposite side of the car. "You planning on asking her dad for her hand?" he questions.

I've thought about this question many times. Each time I always come back around and asks myself the very same question. Would I expect a man to ask my permission to marry my little girl? The answer is always the same—he damn well better. "Her parents are coming for a visit this week. I plan on talking with him then," I tell him.

He nods, "you plan on marrying her before the baby arrives?"

If everything goes according to plan—"That's what I'm aimin' for."

"Breakfast is ready," Kat yells from the front porch then skips back into the house.

Dad steps back and rubs his stomach, "it's a good thing I've started back to work. I've put on twelve pounds eating the leftovers your mom keeps in the fridge."

The two of us walk towards the house. "That's why Mom hasn't dropped food off by the garage in forever? You've been hoardin' it all for yourself?"

My exaggerated reaction causes him to chuckle, "Quinn, don't ever change," he pats me in the back.

The morning flew by and before we knew it Emerson and I had spent more than half the day hanging out with my family. Mom even dug out the family photo albums. Emerson's favorite was one of me when I was around four years old. My mom had snapped a picture of me from behind while I stood out in the snow-covered yard with my pants around my ankles takin' a piss.

"He went through a phase where he only wanted to tinkle outside. Once, after coming home from the grocery store he started to pee right there in front of the house on the hedges. His pants around his ankles and his little toosh visible for every neighbor to see," my mom's laughter fills the room, and Emerson breaks out in a fit of giggles herself.

"This is good to know. It prepares me for what I could expect if we have a boy," Emerson rubs circles on her belly.

"It's going to be a girl, Kat joins in on the conversation.

I point in her direction, "see, what did I tell ya. Even my sister knows," I boast. I keep telling her and everyone else my woman is going to give me a daughter.

"What makes you think the baby is going to be a girl, honey?" my dad asks smiling down at her as my sister continues thumbing through photos scattered across the living room floor.

"I keep having the same dream at least once a week. Emerson is wearing a yellow summer dress. She is sitting on a white blanket at the edge of a lake holding a little girl on her lap." She looks up to see us all staring at her. "What?" she shrugs, "I mean, I guess I could be wrong. It is only a dream."

But my heart believes every word my baby sister says.

We stay a while longer before we decide to leave. "We have to get going," I stand and help Emerson off the couch. With the sun starting to set, we make our way to the front door and say our goodbyes.

"It's been such a wonderful day," my mom hugs Emerson then embraces me. I give her a quick kiss on the cheek before KitKat wraps her arms around my waist giving me the tightest squeeze she can.

"You kids be careful, and Quinn," my dad clasps my shoulder, "you need any help with anything let us know," he smiles.

He's referring to the plans I've made and have already begun to put into motion after shooting off a few texts earlier. I have big ideas, and it's going to take the entire family coming together to make it all happen. "Thanks, Dad," I return a smile.