My Bully's Father

Now he’s trying to get me out of my funk, but it’s not working, and I don’t particularly like the fact that he’d latched onto what’s really bothering me so easily. But nothing is going to get me to smile except a bun in the oven. First, I want to give him the son he’s always wanted.

Every CEO wants a son to pass on his legacy to, and this one is just misogynistic enough to buy into that crap, and then a little girl with my hair who’s going to wrap him around her little finger and steal him away from her hag of a sister. Now that’s just mean and not at all the kind of person I am, but for Darla-Sue, I’d change.

I’m not sure how I’m not pregnant because my hormones are all over the place. “Don’t move.” He’d started to put me down to get up from the bed, but I felt safe in his arms and wanted it to go on for a bit longer. My jealous ass needs to erase the thought of him sitting down across the table from her, smiling, after all the horrible things she’d said and done to me.

He needs to know that I’m upset and appease me. Instead, he’d wailed on my ass and was now acting like he did nothing wrong. And why is he ignoring my sulk? I guess he just remembered that he’d pulled my tights halfway off, and my pussy was now out in the open because his eyes zoned in on that.

His big hand came down to cup me, and I tried to stealthily rub my clit against his rough palm without him knowing. I still wore my pout so that he’d know I meant business, but after five minutes, I caught him trying not to laugh at me when he caught me trying to masturbate myself against his hand.

I flew off his lap with a flounce and almost tripped over the damn tights that were down around my knees at this point. “Get back here, you insufferable pain in the ass.” He had to catch me, and then he made my kitty happy with half an hour off licks and nibbles. Now I’m sitting up in his lap with my belly full of cock.

“You’re a spoilt little bitch; you know that?” I rolled my eyes and kept humping away. He’d had me doing this tantric thing where I was barely allowed to move and only in certain ways. We’d been at it for about two hours, and all I had to show for it was a very needy pussy that had already been denied about three orgasms and a belly full of precum.

I could feel him thumping away in there each time he spat another glob of cock sweat in me, but other than that, the only other thing going on was his damn mouth. He’s been lecturing me for as long as I’ve been held hostage in his lap. All about getting along with his daughter if we were going to be doing this long-term. “Doing what?” I can be annoying too, you know.

MR. JARVIS

ARE all women this mercurial in their moods? It never ceases to amaze me how she can switch from one emotion to another in the blink of an eye. But I love her, quirks and all. There’s no more debating it; I’d known somewhat before she moved in here with me, but these last few months with her, I’ve been ecstatic.

I won’t lie; I feel with her the way I did when I was back in college—that wild sense of adventure of what comes next, what each day would bring. I have time to spend with her in the evenings, even choosing to clock out at a regular hour, unlike when I was first married and had to burn the candle at both ends.

It was the guilt of that that had made me more receptive to my daughter when she continuously called. She must’ve been shocked when I answered her for the first time after two months of avoidance. I’d spoken to her but had forbidden her to come to the house unless she was ready to apologize to Jenna.

She wasn’t quite there yet, so for now, we were sticking to our weekly lunch and dinner get-togethers. In the beginning, she’d tried to bring it up, her distaste for my woman, but once she realized that I’d just walk out and leave her, she’d piped down a bit. There are still a few slipups here and there, but nothing major. Other than that, I’m a little annoyed that my boys don’t seem to be swimming as well as they used to.

When I was too young and nowhere near ready to have a child, I got Susan straight off the bat, and now that I got to choose the woman I want to have my babies with, it’s taking forever. I don’t believe for a second that it has anything to do with her; I know it’s all timing. But all the books talk about taking breaks in between to make it count, and therein lies the problem.