Hooking Up With My Dad's Best Friend

“You’re right,” he says. “I can’t. Whatever will I do with it.” But before I can answer he’s up on the bed behind me, cupping my ass.

I’m laughing as he undoes his belt. “You knew it would lead to this, didn’t you?”

Bryce kisses my neck. “I would have eaten your delectable pussy no matter what. But do I savor every chance that I get to fuck my beautiful wife? Yes. Absolutely.”

He pulls my leg over his, entering me gently but firmly. Because of the size of my stomach, this is the most comfortable position for me. But I miss the weight of him above me, of being pressed into the mattress and pinned by his cock. That’s the first thing on my to-do list after the little one is born and I’m recovered: A long, slow, fucking session where Bryce does nothing but lay above me and take me as many times as he pleases.

But now, he slips into me easily. I’m wet from his attention, and he pushes in to the hilt. That’s a good thing about this position. It lets him fuck me deep—and if there’s one thing my husband loves, it’s me taking all of him. In whatever hole he’s interested in at that time.

His hands squeeze my breasts through my shirt, and I groan. Those are so sensitive now. I squeeze down on him in retaliation. “Naughty,” he murmurs in my ear.

“You like that.”

“I do,” he says. “You’re right.”

And then he fucks me, fierce, long strokes that hit me at my deepest core and send off fireworks. I close my eyes and lean back into him, holding onto his hand, trying to make it last longer, even for a moment. But the orgasm comes up hard and so fast that my head spins. “Fuck, Bryce.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, a little breathless, and pushes harder, which just makes me come again.

“Smartass.”

A sting of pain spreads across my skin as he spanks me. And again. “What else?”

I shake my head, unable to speak. He reaches around and takes my already sensitive clit between two fingers, stroking and rubbing and swirling, and his free hand covers my mouth just in time to muffle my scream. Fucking hell it feels amazing, like it’s too much and not enough, and I love that my husband knows me well enough to know that I can’t keep quiet even if I try.

I can’t. I can’t take more, and yet my body doesn’t agree. It sets off another sparkler inside, and I moan softly. Now I’m limp and sated and sinking into that place of complete contentment.

Bryce groans, spilling himself deep inside, giving me that welcome sensation of heat and the jerking of his cock. I love it. I can’t get enough.

“I love you,” he says, breathing hard. Pulling out slowly, he raises himself up over me so that I can see his face. “Do you know how much?”

I shake my head. “There aren’t words, Katti.”

“I love you too,” I say. “And I’m so happy that we found each other.”

He picks my ring up off my chest and presses it to his lips. He has a matching one on his finger. He’s never taken it off.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

“Better,” I say. “Will you help me stand up?”

He cradles me gently as I come to an upright position and check to see how dizzy I am. I’m still a little, but worlds better

I roll my eyes. “You’re going to start thinking that you have a magic cock.”

“Don’t be silly,” he calls from the bathroom where he gets a warm washcloth for me to clean up with. “I already know I have a magic cock.”

“And you’re very humble about it, too.”

He helps me up, we fix each other’s clothing, and he helps me downstairs where everybody cheers. Elle comes over and gives me a giant hug. “That was a fast recovery for you,” she whispers. “Magic cock?”

I laugh, and whisper back, “Magic cock.”

My mom is next, and she’s glaring kindly at me. It’s something only moms can do and what I aspire to. She has a glass of water. “I doubt you drank the one I sent up there, did you?”

I take the water and shake my head. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, dear.”

Looking around the room at all my friends, I feel tears in my eyes. Everything is the way it’s supposed to be. The room is filled with laughter and animated conversation, and not one person has anything bad to say about my relationship. They’re here celebrating it instead.

Walking over to Bryce, I hug him from behind—as much of a hug as I can give him around my stomach—and he turns. “Are you all right?”

“I am. I’m just really, really, really happy,” I say, blinking back the tears.

Bryce smiles down, and leans in to kiss me. “Me too.”