Her Dad's Friend(16)

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he says as I ride him.

He holds his hands on my ass to regulate my speed. If it were up to me  I'd be slamming myself onto him, but he's afraid I'll hurt myself and  the baby-even though the doctor said sex (even the fast kind) is  perfectly safe.         

     



 

Still, even slow and steady is fine with me as long as he's filling me  up. I close my eyes and roll my head back, feeling more content than I  ever have before. Though being pregnant at twenty-one isn't exactly what  I had in mind for my future, I wouldn't change a thing. This is my  happily ever after.





Chapter 8


Paul




Three Months Later.





I never meant to fall in love with my best friend's daughter. I'd never  even been all that attracted to younger women before, and had only dated  women my age. In fact, the one date I had gone on with someone younger  than me-a twenty-five-year-old nursing student a friend of mine had set  me up with-I found her to be a vapid, overly exaggerated blowup doll  without two brain cells to rub together. I was truly afraid for those  who may one day be in her care.

Then Rachael came along.

Of course I'd never thought of her in a sexual way before now. She was  just my best friend's cute kid. She was always bubbly and happy, and it  was fun having her around, unlike some of the brats my friends had  whelped.

Then she turned eighteen and suddenly-out of nowhere, it seemed-she'd  become the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid my eyes on. I couldn't  help but wonder how the hell that happened and where was I during these  changes? Not only was she stunning to look at, but she was hilarious,  and sarcastic, and mature beyond her years. We could be silly and tell  inappropriate jokes, or have deep, meaningful conversations that often  led to me seeing the world just a little differently than I once had.

Even when she was sixteen and seventeen, she would flirt and I wouldn't  think much of it. She had a crush on an older man. These things happen.  But as this continued into her adulthood, I was powerless to stop myself  from flirting back. Sometimes even pushing to see how far she'd go.  When I realized she would be willing to go all the way and this wasn't  just harmless flirting, my emotions started getting involved. I'd fallen  for her. I wanted her more than I ever wanted anyone in my life.

That's when I knew I had to leave. In less than a month, I sold my  business and my home. I had to get as far away as possible. If I didn't,  I knew one day she would break my heart. She'd find some young kid who  had more energy and was better looking than me. He wouldn't have the  laugh lines around his mouth and the crow's feet around his eyes. Those  are stupid, shallow things to be self-conscious about at my age, but I  couldn't help feeling that way around her.

I couldn't bear to watch her fall in love with someone else, so I left.

It was supposed to be a new beginning. I went on dates, and found new  hobbies, and got back into construction. I was supposed to make a full  recovery from Rachael. Except, even after I moved, those feelings didn't  go away. They didn't even lessen at all. If anything, they grew  stronger because I didn't have those moments of seeing her face to tide  me over until the next time.

I was completely fucking miserable. For two whole years.

Then I got that text from her in the middle of the night and knew I couldn't fight my feelings any longer.

Her dad had been asking me to make it to her surprise party for weeks,  but I kept turning him down. But now that I knew she still wanted me, I  had to see where this would go. It was the perfect excuse to come see  her. I drove all night across the state, only stopping to caffeinate.

I never thought that text would lead to this. Us, in our new home, and  Rachael carrying my child. And me with this diamond ring in my back  pocket.

I'm nervous. Yes, we're going to have a baby, but that doesn't mean  she'll want to be stuck with me the rest of her life. She says she loves  me, but I have a hard time believing she could possibly feel anything  close to what I feel for her-that anyone has ever felt love like this  before.

She stands in front of the windows in our room looking out at the ocean.  It's her favorite place in the house. We've been here three months  already and it's always where she can be found. It's an overcast day and  the clouds manage to make her skin look creamier than it already does.

She's so beautiful with her long dark hair and big baby bump. There's  something I find incredibly sexy about pregnant women, but Rachael is  the sexiest of them all.

I step up behind her and place my hands on her stomach, feeling my  growing child moving beneath my fingers. I'm so full of love for the  both of them I could burst.

She lets out a content sigh and leans against me. "Are you done for the day?" she asks.

I've spent the days finishing up the details on the house and making  sure everything is perfect for when our child arrives so that I can  dedicate all my time to my perfect little family.         

     



 

I kiss her neck. "I am."

She lets out a hot little moan. "Does this mean I have you all to myself now?"

"I'm all yours, but first I need to ask you something."

I kneel before her. Her hands automatically go to her mouth and cover  it. She knows what's coming. My heart is racing and I hope to all that  is holy that she doesn't turn me down.

"Rachael Holt," I say, my voice catching. I swallow. "Will you do me the honor of being my wife?"

Tears pour down her flushed cheeks. She lets out a quick sob and a burst of laughter. "Yes! Oh my god, yes."

I slip the ring on her finger and stand, finding her lips. I lead her to  the bed and gently lay her down. Piece by piece, her clothing is  removed. I'm a visual creature and like to take my time exposing each  stretch of pale skin. Sometimes my favorite part of sex is the view.

Once her panties are off, I kneel on the floor in front of her and  spread her knees apart. My breathing grows heavy as I enter my middle  finger into her. She makes the most adorable little sounds as I slide my  finger in and out of her slick hole. The faces she makes-both focused  and abandoned-are the most beautiful of their kind, like the rest of  her.

Pushing my fingers apart inside her, I look inside the dark abyss,  wishing I could crawl inside its silky warmth and live in there.

As I spread her wider, her rosy asshole twitches. My balls tighten  against me as my arousal grows. I'll need release soon or this could get  uncomfortable.

Her clit is hard. With a relaxed tongue I barely brush against it, a  teasing dance to drive her wild. Her butt comes off the bed in a humping  motion, pussy muscles flexing and contracting. Such a hot pleat of  flesh-perfect in every way as if it were sculpted by a great artist out  of the most delicate fabric on earth.

And it's all mine. My own personal playground.

I enter a second finger into her and I'm rewarded with her moans.  Hooking my fingers, I find the bumpy ridges of her g-spot and play it  like washboard and scoop out the cream building up inside. I drink it  like warm milk as it spills onto my fingers and I dip my tongue deep  into her hole to make sure I don't miss a drop. It's sweet as fruit and  addicting as hell. I'm a junky for it.

She starts to buck and curse and scream my name, begging for more.

If she wants more, I'll give her more. I'll give this woman whatever she wants. I'm hers, body and soul.

I stand up, keeping her backside dangling off the bed and push her knees  up to her arm pits, spreading her pussy and ass until both are in  perfect view. With one swift thrust, I enter her and feel her muscles  clamp down on me. As I fuck her, she screams, "Harder!" Her wish is my  command. I fuck her harder and her gorgeous plump breasts jiggle and  bounce.

I watch my cock slide in and out of her, coated in her white cream.  There's a sexy squelching sound each time we come back together again.

I can feel my orgasm rising. I don't want to go before her, but I won't be able to help it. "I'm gonna cum, baby," I warn her.

Just as the words are leaving my mouth, her pussy clamps down like a  vice and she's howling, eyes rolling back in her head like a woman  possessed. Seeing her in the throes of an orgasm is more than I can take  and I unleash shot after shot of my seed inside of her.

I have to wait several seconds for her muscles to relax before they're  willing to release me. I let out a tight groan and clinch my teeth as my  sensitive cockhead slides out of her tight pussy.

Some of my cum dribbles out with me, but mostly it stays inside.

"I want to see the cream pie," I tell her.

She smiles up at me with those sexy full lips. "I want to see it, too."

I go to the closet and pull the full length mirror off the back of the  door and place it in front of her. She sits up, but can barely see over  her belly. When I'm finally able to get the mirror at an angle to where  we can both enjoy the show, I spread her pussy wide.

"Push it out for me," I tell her.

She bears down, which makes both her pussy lips and asshole puff out. It  bubbles out at first then spills over, settling into the nook of her  asshole. It might just be the sexiest thing I've ever seen.