Marshall and I? We are as ravenous for each other as ever, and I hope it never changes.
His lust for me hasn’t faded at all. As a matter of fact, especially when I’ve been pregnant, he finds it nearly unbearable not to be inside me every few hours.
We have his mother, who babysits when she can, and we also have two full-time nannies on call, who Marshall pays whether I have them with Winny or not. Sometimes Marshall calls them in when he knows he needs a long, hard session with me, and they’ve come to understand that their place, on occasion, is to take care of Winny while Marshall and I take care of each other.
As for Dorothy, she loves her niece, but she’s not really the babysitting type and prefers her time to herself. I get that; it’s her personality, and we give her the space she needs. She’s had a couple of short-term girlfriends in the time I’ve known her, but her relationships never last long. She’s alone more often than not, but I don’t think she’s lonely, so it’s all good.
As we drive to campus, Marshall reaches over and pushes up the hem of my skirt, working his fingers on top of the damp fabric soaked with his cum between my legs.
“Open,” he growls, and I spread my legs as he pushes my panties aside and his finger finds my clit, spinning around and making me push my head back into the seat. “Does that feel good, little one?”
I nod with a whimper. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. I like you to feel good. You know, later, you’re going to make me feel good, too.”
“Hmm.” I moan as a thick finger pushes inside of me.
“I’m so proud of you. You’re such a good girl for me. Now, you know what I need.”
I swallow and let the sensation of his fingers working my sex flood through me as I pull my skirt higher, knowing he will want a good view. The darkened windows on the SUV prevent other drivers from seeing, but the taboo nature of what we’re doing still drives me further into the moment.
“Yes, you need me to cum for you,” I mutter.
“That’s right. Your orgasms belong to me, just like you. And I know you need one before you take your test.”
I can only moan as the tension in my core builds.
Marshall pulls into the back of the parking lot outside the building where my biochemistry exam is going to start in half an hour and puts the SUV in park.
I look over as he eases his seat down, and my pussy pulses knowing what’s about to happen.
His fingers leave me, and I feel a sense of loss, but I know it will only be a moment before he’s inside me again.
“Climb on. I want you to ride me.” He releases his erection from his black suit pants as I climb onto his lap.
As he pulls my panties to the side, I straddle his thick length, easing myself down and throwing my head back as he fills me, listening to his sigh of pleasure.
“God, your pussy is magic,” he grunts, pulling me to him, his hands unbuttoning my sweater, then tugging one breast from my bra and sucking the nipple into his warm mouth.
I bob up and down on him until I can barely breathe. We both climax with panting breaths, and jets of hot, sticky cum fill me once again as Marshall sucks the milk from my breast and sets his teeth on my sensitive nipple, making me yelp.
He kisses his way up my chest and neck, then to my mouth, slipping his tongue inside as his cock spreads me open. After a long, slow kiss, he pulls away, his hands coming to the back of my neck, and I lose myself in those shimmering gray eyes.
“Now, you go get an A on that test, or you know what’s going to happen.” His voice is stern. “You know I love to make your ass red.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll try my best.”
“That’s my girl. Now, let’s get you put back together.”
When we regroup, Marshall drives to the front of the building and parks, walking me inside to my classroom as he glares at any other male that dares look my way.
Outside the door, he kisses my cheek, then rubs my belly and pinches my chin so I look up at him. He’s still the most handsome man I’ve ever known and looking into his face still makes me shiver.
“Now, go make Daddy proud. I’ll be waiting right here.”
“Okay. I will. I love you.”
“Always and forever, little one. Always and forever.”
Seventeen
Emmy
EPILOGUE
Ten years later
“What the hell is that?” Marshall narrows his eyes as I come down the stairs.
“My new dress. Don’t you like it?”
The red fabric contours around every curve, and I love the way it makes me feel. The deep V-neck accentuates my breasts, and I know the hem is about six inches too short for Marshall’s taste.