My Kind of Perfect (Finding Love 3)

She breaks our kiss, her head going back with a moan. “I feel it,” she says. “I feel…”

“Full,” I finish for her. Between my dick in her pussy and the butt plug in her ass, she feels full. I know this because I can feel the hardness of the butt plug through her inside walls.

“Fuck me, Chase, please,” she begs, tugging on my hair and pulling my face down to hers. I waste no time, drawing out slowly and then thrusting my hips forward, sinking inside of her again. And again. Her mouth moves to my neck, sucking on my flesh, while I bury myself to the hilt in her warmth over and over again until we’re both groaning out our releases.

She sighs in contentment when I pull out, but I’m not done with her yet. “Don’t move,” I tell her, making her eyes go wide. I grab my boxers and wipe my dick off so I don’t get cum all over the sheets, and then I slide down the bed.

“Chase, what are you doing?” She tries to close her thighs, but I push them open, watching as my seed drips out of her pussy. One day that seed will plant inside her and make a baby. The thought of her round with my baby growing inside her has my dick swelling.

I reach onto the floor and scoop up her shirt, tucking it under her ass, and then I lift her legs slightly, exposing the butt plug. I spread her cheeks and pull it out slowly. She moans, and I know what I’m about to do she’ll love.

Grabbing the anal vibrator, I slick it up with a bit of oil then push it between her ass cheeks. Georgia groans as her hole sucks the object into her. I give her a moment to get comfortable and then I press the button on the end, making it vibrate. Her eyes go wide and she squirms.

“Feel good?”

She nods.

“It’s about to get better.” I drop to the side of her, taking one of her breasts into my mouth. I suck on her erect nipple, making her moan. At the same time, my fingers find her clit. I massage the swollen nub in gentle circles, working her up into a frenzy. The closer her orgasm, the tighter she squeezes her thighs, the louder her breathing gets. And the more turned on I am. I’ve been with more than my fair share of women, but not a single one of them compare to Georgia and the way she makes me feel.

I continue to stroke her clit, while the vibrator works her ass over. Until it all becomes too much and she falls off the edge, her entire body loosening as she comes. She screams my name in ecstasy, trembling all over. Her pussy gushes, covering my fingers with her juices, and I pull the vibrator out of her ass, making her moan loudly.

“Holy shit,” she says, once she’s come down from her high. “That was incredible.” Her half-lidded eyes meet mine. “Which toy is next?”

I laugh, pulling her to me for a hard kiss. “No toys,” I murmur against her lips, dragging her onto my lap. “Just me and you, butterfly.”

Chase

One Month Later

“Congratulations, Daddy!” Georgia says, throwing her arms around me. “How does it feel?”

Surreal, amazing, like my heart has been removed from the cavity of my chest and placed into my daughter’s hands. “Really good,” I tell her. “Thank you for…” Fuck, there’s so much to thank Georgia for. I don’t even know where to start.

“You don’t ever have to thank me,” she says, tears in her eyes. “I’m just so happy Hazel is finally legally yours.”

Legally mine. Because Victoria signed over her rights. After the paternity test confirmed I’m Hazel’s father, I petitioned the court for full custody. I wasn’t sure if Victoria would fight me, maybe come to her senses that she’s giving up her daughter. But she never did. A week after she was served, she signed the papers. I didn’t actually see her do it. She sent the notarized papers in the mail like the coward she is, along with a note apologizing for being a shitty person and saying she’s going to rehab.

Georgia, like the too good person she is, suggested maybe I should go visit her and see if she’s okay. It’s a big decision to give up your child. I told her Victoria’s not my problem and as far as I’m concerned she’s dead to me.

“Let’s go get our little girl,” I tell her, throwing my arm around her shoulders and walking out the door. Hazel might not legally be Georgia’s, but she’s the best damn thing in Hazel’s life.

When we arrive at the condo, all of our friends and family are there. There’s a huge banner across the back wall that reads, “Congratulations,” as well as an assortment of food and drinks spread out along the counters and table. Pink and yellow streamers and balloons are decorating the entire area.