The Daddy Box Set

I stood there, completely shocked at the turn of events. I had no idea that me speaking out like that would cause Christina to completely lose her mind. I stared over at this shell of a woman as she clutched her purse to her chest, tears streaming down her face and her hair matted to her forehead. Ryan was breathing heavily after grabbing her before she could slap me right across the face.

“You know what?” she asked through her sobs, clenching her fist and shaking it at Ryan. “I now realize that coming here was a huge mistake.”

“You think?” He smiled and taunted her, and I could tell he felt justified in his response.

“You are a piece of shit with no future,” she said, looking at Ryan. “I knew I should have never married you in the first place. You had no ambition in life.”

“Yes, because starting a company from scratch and growing it to what it is now takes zero ambition.” He chuckled. “I wasn’t the one who sat around drinking wine, gossiping, spending money, and ignoring her family while taking credit for being mother of the year.”

“You son of a bitch,” she growled. “No wonder Kayla has turned out to be such a spoiled little brat. I can’t even recognize her as my own daughter anymore. It’s sad what you have turned her into. She used to be so sweet and girlie, and now you are satisfied with baseball uniforms and letting her do whatever it is she wants to do. You want to blame me for everything, but you don’t even know how to properly raise a little girl. You are the one that screwed her up, and you can be the one to blame for me washing my hands of you and her. I won’t be seen with people who don’t know how to be civilized and have some sort of class.”

“Yes, you are the model of class right now.” He chuckled. “Just go.”

She turned around, huffing and puffing, opened the door, and slammed it behind her. I stood there, blown away. All the adrenaline that I had running through me left with Christina, and my hands were clammy and shaking in the same rhythm as my shoulders. I had never been through something like that before, and if it weren’t for Ryan’s quick actions, she would have slapped the hell out of me. When I saw her coming, I froze, unable to even think about moving from my spot. I was completely open and unprotected. I wanted to reach for Ryan at that moment, but I couldn’t. I was too overcome by emotion.

I never meant for any of that to happen, nor did I expect it to happen, either. At best, I assumed Ryan would lead me out and tell me he would call me later. Everything just started to spiral out of control, but for some reason, I felt completely numb about all of it. I didn’t mean to push Christina out of Kayla’s life completely, nor did I mean to ruin something that I wasn’t sure was there or not. As soon as Ryan turned around and looked at me, I burst into tears, pulling my hands over my face and sobbing uncontrollably. He rushed over and wrapped his arms around me, shushing me softly. He rubbed my back gently, and I leaned my forehead against his chest, trying to catch my breath.

“Shh,” he said softly. “It’s all over now. She’s gone, and everything is okay. I am here with you.”

“I’m so sorry,” I sobbed into his shirt. “I couldn’t control myself, and I just let the words fly out of my mouth. I completely destroyed your family, and that wasn’t my intention when I came over here. I just wanted you to know that I loved you.”

“Hey, hey,” he said quietly, lifting my chin up and looking into my eyes. “You listen to me. You did not destroy this family. Christina did. Do you understand me?”

I sniffled and shook my head, swallowing hard and feeling the tears recede enough to see his face in front of me. He was looking at me with complete caring in his eyes, and his warm hands were comforting on my face. I sniffled again, and tears rolled down my cheek. I couldn’t seem to stop it.

“Lately, Kayla has been constantly asking for you,” he said. “She sleeps with the doll you gave her and practically takes it everywhere she goes. She has been dreading spending time with her mom, and this was coming long before you knocked on my door. You just gave me the open opportunity to finally get her away from me and Kayla. I’m sorry she tried to attack you. I’ve never seen her so unhinged before.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” He chuckled. “Come here. Come sit down.”

We walked over to the couch and sat down. I flung my head back and took in a deep breath, blinking my eyes so that I could see clearly again. Knowing that Kayla had wanted me made me feel so much better about everything, and I was sure that what I had done was the right thing. Still, I didn’t know what Ryan was feeling. It had been quite a while since we had seen each other, and I wanted to know if he was still in love with me.

“And how about you?” I asked. “Have you been missing me?”

“You haven’t left my mind for even a day,” he said, rubbing my cheek. “You are the woman that I want to be with. No one else. I made a mistake thinking that I could solve all of this by making myself miserable. I want to have a family, and I want that family to be with you.”

I let out a deep breath and smiled, leaning into Ryan and feeling his strong embrace. I lifted my head and looked into his eyes as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. I whimpered as his mouth moved over mine and his hand cupped the back of my neck. I had missed him so much.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as he kissed me over and over again. “I have missed you so much. Your hair, your smile, your laugh… your body.”

Immediately, I could see his eyes darken, and he reached down, pulling me on top of him. I straddled his body and leaned over, caressing his lips with my tongue. I wanted to be close to him. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I wanted to know this was all real. As our mouths washed over each other and our tongues tangled tog

ether, I reached up and began to unbutton my blouse, pulling it off my shoulders and dropping it on the floor. He reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, catching my heaving breasts in his palms and massaging them deeply, our mouths still locked. I could feel his cock between my legs, pushing to get free from the restriction of his pants. He ran his fingers down my sides and pushed them up my thighs, pulling my skirt high above my waist. The heat was gathering in my black satin panties, and instantly, I was on fire.

Ryan turned and laid me down on the couch, reaching under my skirt and running his fingers across the stitching of my panties. He pushed them to the side and stared down at me as his warm fingers pushed through my folds and slid up to my clit. I closed my eyes and grabbed my tits, squeezing them hard as he slowly ran his fingers in circles through my wetness. As he moved down through the creases, he paused for a moment before pushing two of his fingers deep inside of me. I moaned loudly, arching my back and feeling every inch of him pushing in and out of my juices.

Between the adrenaline before and the passion between us now, I was already ready to explode, and I picked my hips up and began to grind them in the air. He reached his other hand up and rubbed my clit as he fingered me fast and hard, sensing that I was about to come. I let my voice carry through the house, allowing him to hear every moment of pleasure that he was inflicting on my body. As his thumb grazed over my clit and pressed down, moving in small, fast circles, I could feel the fire in my stomach explode, sending pulsing waves of ecstasy through every vein in my body. I screamed out, stiffening my legs and back and taking in a deep breath, allowing the pressure to release. I grabbed on hard to my tits as I came harder than I ever had before. I could feel my juices running down his fingers as he kept the pace until my body once again relaxed.

He pulled his hands away and pulled at his clothes, releasing himself from the binds of his shirt, pants, and boxers. His cock was rock solid and standing at attention as he pulled his hand up and down the shaft. He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled a condom from his wallet. He ripped the top off and slid it down his erection, watching as I pulled my skirt and soaking panties from my body and readied myself for his big dick. He leaned forward and positioned his cock against my wetness, moving slowly forward as it slid inside of me, sending shivers through my entire body.

He kissed me deeply as his legs pressed against the cushions on the couch, and my legs opened wider. He slid my hand into his and gripped the couch arm with his other, moving slowly in and out of me, feeling and enjoying every inch of me. I moaned into his mouth, feeling his body running up and down my clit, pushing another round of heat into my stomach. I had never come so quickly before, back to back, but I knew it wouldn’t be long until this one spilled over as well. I gripped tightly to his hand, feeling his tongue move through my mouth and sensing the vibrations of his groans in my throat. It was raw, passionate, and uninhibited, and I knew that he was putting everything he had into the way he touched me.

His hips began to move faster and faster, and his groans were getting even louder. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me made everything else impossible to control. Our mouths stopped moving but stayed firmly pressed together as we both moved toward orgasm. I could feel his muscles beginning to tense, and as he thrust hard and deep inside of me, I picked up my hips and let go. As if he could sense that coming, he gripped down hard and growled, orgasming at the same exact moment as me. His cock throbbed inside of me, and my juices exploded, running down his shaft in a warm puddle at the base. I opened my eyes, the feeling of coming taking the wind right out of my lungs. Our bodies convulsed and writhed on top of each other until finally, we both collapsed in a pile of sweat and skin.

He moved down a bit and laid his head on my chest, trying to catch his breath. I stroked his hair gently, attempting to do the same thing. After a few minutes, he picked up his head and looked into my eyes.

“I love you, Alissa,” he said. “Forever.”