Taste For Daddy (Please Me, Daddy 1)

“I know. I wanted to. Now come, you’ve had a rough day, and I want to make it better.”

I step into the bathroom, leaving the door open and slowly slipping out of my dress. I know what he’s trying to do. He’s trying to make me feel better about this situation that we’re in. He has me convinced that he’s going to be here with me for a long time. He could’ve simply got upset when he found out I’m pregnant, but he didn’t.

I wasn’t surprised that we have become pregnant so quickly. After all, we’ve been making love every chance that we get, and I love having him inside of me, which he seems to love just as much considering how we can’t keep our hands off one another.

He helps me into the tub, and I happily sink inside. Dean has a washcloth in hand, placing lilac scented gel on it, and moving it to my neck as he gently rubs the gel all over.

“I can wash myself.” I laugh at him, feeling my body relaxing with every swipe of the cloth. It feels so good to have him massage my breasts now, not that he doesn’t any other time, but it’s different now, right here. He’s gentler than ever.

It’s how I know that he’s not with me just purely for sex. He cares for me, he loves me. Just as I love him. He wants to take care of me at all costs, showing me that there’s no one else for him.

“God, your beauty, Molly, it’s undeniable. You’re so damn sexy,” he whispers. His tender, soothing voice is beginning to turn me on.

I bite back a moan, knowing that he’s not trying to be sexual with me, but my body is on fire, getting hotter and hotter with each swipe of the cloth.

I spread my legs for him, letting him wash me gently, and I grind just a little to tease him, to show him I’m enjoying his touch.

“No, we’re not naughty right this second, baby girl. Let me get you into our bed first.” He kisses me softly on the lips.

I can’t wait for this bath to be over with.

I know that it’s coming from the heart, but I want him even more with my changing hormones.

“We’re going to be together forever. Side by side, no matter what. We are going to come together with everything in life. We’re going to fix any problem that comes our way,” he utters against my lips before he pulls away from me. The love I feel from him is like no other, nothing I ever thought someone could give me, could make me feel.

I can’t stand this torturous teasing any longer.

“There’s a problem that needs to be fixed. Now,” I moan as he slowly runs his fingers up and down the lips between my legs, touching my clit. It has been so sensitive lately that I whimper at the sensation as he coincidently drains the tub, listening to my needs.

“I told you that when we got home, I was going to take care of you. I intend to do just that.” He gives me one of his sexy ass winks, keeping the candles flamed as he gently pulls me out of the tub, and then draping a towel over my shoulders.

It doesn’t take money to spoil me. I have a man who lavishes me with affection. I have his attention at all times, and I still can’t believe it. It can be overwhelming knowing that he’s all mine, as I am all of his.

The bond between us grows stronger with each passing day. I couldn’t be happier than I am right now, knowing that I’ve met my forever. My one and only.

“I love you, Dean,” I whisper to him as he dries me off, giving me a kiss on my forehead. Without another word, he scoops me up in his arms, making me giggle as I wrap my arms around his neck tightly.

“I’m not going to let you fall. I got you, baby girl,” he vows gently, and I know that he’s telling me the truth. He’ll always have me.

I imagine how my life will be with him, knowing that we’re going to be a family one day. We’re going to have everything that we’ve ever wanted. I hold his neck tighter as he carries me to the bedroom, laying me down gently in the bed.

I adore this man so much, he has so much love to give, and I love that he’s chosen me to give all his love to.

EPILOGUE

Molly

Three years with Dean, and our son is now walking and talking; life is beautiful. Though there are ups and downs, what keeps me strong is Dean's love for me. When we fall on hard times, I look at the wedding ring on my finger, remembering the day that he proposed to me, the very same day that I gave birth to our son.

The day that our son, Braxton, turned one was the same day that we had our wedding, reminding us that there’s nothing that we can’t go through as long as we have each other.

I put Braxton down for a nap, which seems to be the only time that I have alone with my husband

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We’ve been working on that.

I walk slowly down the hall, and down to our bedroom just at the other end. Closing the door, I spot Dean resting in bed. I quickly undress, slipping under the covers beside him.