Her eyelids flutter over my suggestion, her breath quickening. “Yes.”
It’s our favorite pastime. It reminds us of the first night she came to my home, dressed as a maid and prepared to clean. How I asked for her truth and she dared me to touch her.
Kiss her.
Our lives were never the same.
Thank God, I think, pulling Charlotte into the closest unoccupied room. A quiet space with two beds, no lights to greet us, except for the late afternoon sun peeking through the blinds “What’s your dare, little girl?” I rasp, closing the door behind her. I turn her around and crowd her up against the entrance, tugging down the waistband of her blue scrubs and snapping the black thong against her gorgeous ass. “Tell Daddy.”
“You go first,” she pants, laying her palms flat on the door. “I choose truth.”
“Very well.” I rake my open mouth up and down the nape of her neck. “Tell me who you love beyond reason. Who is the only man you’ll ever open these thighs for?”
She moans softly when I tug down my own pants and briefs, slapping my cock against the full swell of her backside. “My husband. My Dean.” She tilts her head back and we engage in a filthy kiss over her shoulder. One that makes precome drip from the tip of my shaft. “I love you beyond reason.”
“I love you even further than that,” I say, dragging her into another kiss, twining our tongues until her butt grows restless in my lap. “Now give me my dare.”
“Very well,” she whispers. Echoing me. Looking up into my eyes with an affection that leaves me choked, shaken. “I dare you to make me pregnant, husband.”
THE END