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His hands found their way to my breasts, cupping them gently. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of his touch. He kneaded them softly, his thumbs caressing my nipples. A moan escaped my lips, a sound I couldn't control.
His kisses trailed lower, down my stomach and to my pussy. His tongue danced along the seam of my panties, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I gasped, clutching the sides of the table as he teased me, his lips ghosting over the damp fabric.
Unable to bear the anticipation any longer, I reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it upwards. His skin was warm and smooth beneath my fingertips, and I couldn't resist tracing the contours of his chest. He groaned softly, his breath hitching in his throat.
Our fingers intertwined as we undressed each other, our movements a mix of passion and urgency. When we were both naked, Hank stood before me, his eyes burning with desire. He reached for me, pulling my ass close to his crotch, and our lips met in a searing kiss.
Once again, his tongue moved lower but this time it explored the recesses of my pussy, igniting a fire within me. My hands roamed his body, relishing the feel of his muscles beneath my fingertips.
Hank's hands found their way to my rear, lifting me against him. He pressed himself into me, and I felt the hard ridge of his cock against my core. A moan escaped my lips as he began to thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure through my body.
I arched my back, meeting his every thrust with equal passion. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of desire and ecstasy. The room around us faded away, and all thatremained was the feel of his dick deep inside me, the taste of his lips on mine, and the primal pleasure that consumed us.
As we reached climax, Hank's face was contorted in an expression of pure bliss. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his forehead was beaded with sweat. I could feel his body trembling as he released a guttural cry, his cum spilling into me.
We lay together for a few moments, our bodies still entwined, our breaths ragged and our hearts pounding. Then, with a smile, we got dressed and headed out of the meeting room, our passion sated for now but the memory forever etched in our minds.
Chapter 4: Lina
I WAS LYING IN A MAKESHIFT HAMMOCK by the pool in the backyard of our mansion. Life had changed since moving in with Daddy. The sun kissed my skin gently as I thought of the sweet, romantic moments we'd shared.
The first night, Daddy had prepared a candlelit dinner. He cooked my favorite dish that I had taught him, spaghetti carbonara, and played soft music in the background. It was his way of making the mansion feel like home for me, his attention to detail showing how much he cared. Another moment was when he surprised me with a small library in one of the mansion's rooms. He remembered my love for reading and filled the shelves with classics and modern novels. The look of pure joy in his eyes as he showed me the room made me feel incredibly loved. And then there was the evening we spent stargazing. He had set up a telescope on the balcony and wrapped me in a blanket as we looked at the stars. He pointed out constellations and shared stories about them, creating a magical atmosphere that was both romantic and comforting.
As I lay there reminiscing, I turned to see Daddy staring intently at his phone. These small, trivial moments of seeing him in his everyday life sparked warm, fuzzy feelings within me about our shared future. Suddenly, he stood up with a frown.
Concerned, I asked, "What's the matter?"
He looked at me, his expression serious. "I've located Dean, your birth father," he said, holding his phone in his hand.
A rush of emotions flooded through me. The possibility of meeting Dean, a man I didn't know but was eager to make part of my life, filled me with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
He continued, "He's a 51-year-old man, living on the other side of the city."
The search for Dean had begun when I found a letter from him to my mother before I was born. I had handed Daddy the name of Dean's ex-employer, and from there, the search had unfolded.
Daddy used his contacts to get information about Dean's last known whereabouts. Then he had discovered that Dean had moved back to our city only a few years ago. Daddy had managed to track down some of Dean's old colleagues, gathering more clues about his life. And now, the final piece of the puzzle was solved, finding his current address.
Hours of nervous postponement later, I found myself sitting outside Dean's apartment in Daddy's car, the minutes ticking by in silence. Daddy was beside me, a picture of patience, his gaze filled with a gentle, bright smile that said nothing else in the world could make him happier. Normally, his attention was a source of comfort and joy, but today, under the weight of my nerves, it felt different – more intense, a silent reminder of the significant step I was about to take.
Unable to handle the intensity, I covered my face and giggled nervously. "You know, you're staring," I said, peeking through my fingers.
He replied with a playful yet sweet tone, "Can't help it. I'm sitting next to the most beautiful and brave girl in the world. You're just too adorable, even when you're a bundle of nerves."
I shot back with a cheeky grin, "Well, keep it up and you might just turn me into a nervous wreck."
Then, Daddy gently asked, "Do you want to talk about what's got you so worried?"
I sighed, the words tumbling out. "I'm just scared Dean might reject me. I've seen it happen in these kinds of scenarios. Like in this one reality show, a woman went to meet her birth father, and he was furious. He had a new family and didn't want anything to do with her."
"You know, even your rants are adorable."
I replied with a playful roll of my eyes, "Oh, stop it. You're just trying to distract me from my panic."
"Hey, if it gets awkward, just pretend you're here to sell cookies. Works every time," he said with a wink.
His lighthearted approach made me smile despite my nerves. "And what if he slams the door in my face?" I asked.
"Well, then we'll know he's not a cookie person, and that's his loss," he joked.
