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“Yes, Daddy.”
“Now I’m going to pound that pussy to remind you who’s in charge.”
He impales me, fucking me hard, each time withdrawing his cock then ramming me again and again. Each time, I feel his cock so deep into me it’s hard to breathe. My tits move back and forth, and the damn bedframe knocks on the wall.
He doesn’t let up, fucking me like his dick is possessed, and only an orgasm can set it free. I whimper. Waves of heat surge through me, the hints of pleasure coming next.
“Who,” he says, filling me with his man meat. Then, he pinches my nipples, and I moan loud, so turned on I can barely think straight. “is in charge?” he asks, no, demands, retreating his cock midway.
I shake my head from side to side. Small dots blur my vision, and when I look at him I barely see him.
“Who?” he asks, with a growl.
“You,” I say, and he slams his big fat cock inside me one more time, and I let go. Pleasure explodes through me, claiming me, coursing through me in powerful tides. He loosens his grip on my wrists, then he uses me, fucking me with hard and shallow thrusts, until he comes, filling me with his hot load.
9
Hunter
“Bye, Dada,”says my son Max.
I hug my son, then his two-year-old twin Charlie. My ex-wife Susan opens the door and the kids dash inside, excited. Susan talks to them, then turns to me.
“I thought we agreed on not having them wear backpacks as they go to each house,” she says, pointing at the bags the kids dropped at the entrance.
“Oh, yes. They just wanted to bring back some new toys,” I explain calmly. I agreed with Susan that I didn’t want our kids to think of my condo or her home as a place they needed to pack for. We made sure they had whatever they needed in each residence, so they’d feel comfortable and at home with either of us.
Susan sighs, leaning against the door frame. “Hunter, please don’t try to buy their affection.”
“I’m not,” I say, perching my hands casually on my belt. “I took them to an arcade after school and they won some prizes. Not a big deal.”
“This isn’t easy, you know? You leave and you get to be the fun dad—”
I nod. I know what Susan really means—she doesn’t like to be mom whose selfish husband left her for a younger model. Truth be told, our marriage was done before Britney stepped into the picture. But that doesn’t excuse how I acted. What wife wouldn’t be hurt to find her husband screwing the babysitter in their garage during the birthday party she planned for him?
Despite us no longer being together, I’m aware I have decades of apologizing to compensate.
“I’m sorry,” I say in a low voice. I’ve been trying to atone to Susan in any way I can. I gave her more than my lawyers advised me in our separation agreement, and I don’t regret it. She deserves it.
“You realize that you trying to act like the nice guy now doesn’t change anything, right?” she asks, and I can taste the bitterness in her voice.
“I’m only trying to piss you off less. I don’t have any defense as to how I acted, Susan, but going forward we should keep prioritizing the kids’ welfare.” And it would be great not to have these snarky conversations every time I drop them off, I add inwardly. She also cheated on me while we were married, a part of me remembers bitterly.
“Great. This means that your teenage girlfriend doesn’t get to see them.”
I ignore her barb. “She hasn’t. I kept my end of the bargain.”
“Yes, but for how long? I don’t want my kids exposed to your flavor of the month.”
“Britney is my girlfriend, Susan. She’ll be in my life for a while,” I say, squaring my shoulders. Male pride flows through me. Britney is all I’ve asked for and never thought I’d be lucky enough to have wrapped in just one person—a fun companion, a scorching hot lover, and a kind soul.
“As long as you don’t expose my children to her, I don’t care. Besides, let’s face it, she’s much younger than you… can you see taking her to the company annual party?”
I clear my throat. “I’m not the first partner to date a younger woman.”
“No, but no one has datedsucha young woman. Besides, can she even carry a conversation that doesn’t involve Tik Tok routines? Because that’d really impress your high-powered coworkers.” She snorted.
“Dully noted. Have a nice evening, Susan.”
