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I don’t know how long we kiss, but he reluctantly backs off when a timer beeps. “Mmmm,” I moan, licking my lips to get more of him.

Pressing his thumb against my bottom lip, he pulls it down, and I open my mouth. “Fuckin’ delicious,” he growls, and I smile as he pulls away to take the chicken out and finish up getting the rest of dinner made.

We eat leisurely, stealing touches and sharing heated looks before cleaning up quietly together. Big Daddy has dessert delivered to the house—a double chocolate cake with ice cream that is nearly orgasmic. Before Daddy, I would have said completely orgasmic, but I know better now.

Sitting on the back porch, overlooking his slice of the beach, we feed each other bites while I sit in his lap before I become too worked up and slip my clothes off, not caring that someone could see me. I need my Daddy, and I need him now.

“I’m ready for you, Daddy.” Turning around, I give him my back, popping my ass in the air as I bend over, standing between his legs. Stretched forward on the lounger, I wiggle until I feel his fingers dig into the soft globes of my ass.

“Yes, you are,” he mutters, tugging me back and lifting me to my tippy toes. I squeak in surprise as he dives face-first into my pussy like I’m his last meal. Resting my head on the seat, I savor how he devours me. Sucking my lips, flicking his tongue across my clit, pushing his tongue into my hole.

When he moves back, I’m so surprised I can’t breathe. He kisses my rosebud, licking across it and groaning his pleasure.

“Daddy?” My voice quivers with uncertainty and bliss. I never imagined I would enjoy this.

“Close your eyes and breathe, princess. Daddy’s going to take good care of you.” And he does. Such good care. He spends the night dumping load after load of built-up baby batter deep inside my body, tilting me into position so it sinks lower and stops dribbling out.

By the time morning rolls around, I’m too exhausted to get up and help with breakfast. Instead, I sleep until noon and barely move when I do get up. We spend the afternoon on the deck talking about the future and how many babies we want until it’s time to get ready to go to my father’s house.

The End…For Now!

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IF ONLY: RENEE DYER

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It’s a normal Tuesday. No different than any other. Insignificant, really. Started my delivery route in Marshwood and moved on to Birch Creek. Mrs. Fields asked if I wanted to make an old woman happy by spending the rest of her days with her. Just like she always does. I responded with my usual:“Sorry, Mrs. Fields, but I’m already in love with someone. Have been for years.”

She faux pouted but couldn’t hide her smile.“Make sure she knows that”were her parting words as she patted my rear end, feigning innocence as I side-eyed her over my shoulder. Innocent is the last word anyone would use to describe Mrs. Fields. She’s known for hiring the youngest, fittest men to work around her home while she flirts with them relentlessly.

I mowed her lawn as a teenager—and that’s not innuendo for anything sexual. Though, plenty of people believed I was one of many in a long line of boy toys.

Stories ran rampant of her torrid affairs with young boys then, and they still do today.

She loves every minute of stirring up the gossip. I love delivering her packages. Just to see the spark she still has at eighty-two years old. I may even enjoy her unsolicited advice.

Someday, I might actually follow it.

If only I had years ago, I wouldn’t be staring at the packages for Dig It, trying to prepare myself to see River, driving myself crazy over all the ways things could be different, the ways thingsshouldbe different.

River has no idea the joy and frustration she brings to my life. Not that she’d ever admit it if she did. So damn stubborn, but kind to a fault. Beautiful and smart. The only woman I’ve ever wanted to notice me.

Too bad a jackass stole her heart years ago.

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