“I don’t ever want you to leave either,” she whispers back, closing her eyes and enjoying the shared moment between us. “Promise you won’t ever leave me,” she begs her voice thick with tears as I hold her tighter.
I can feel her shift in my lap so she can wrap her long legs around me in a way that normally would really drive me wild, but in this moment all I can think about is the emotional embrace and this huge leap forward for both of us. We who have so many barriers in our lives are committing ourselves to each other in this moment without even realizing it. Simply by sharing our deepest weaknesses, each other.
“I will never leave you,” I promise, looking hard into her eyes. As I look into the depths of her brown eyes so full of sadness beyond her years, I realize I am making a promise she has heard before from her father, one that he broke. I will keep my promise though.
“I will never emotionally abandon you and I will love you forever. I will stay as a part of your family as long as you’ll have me.”
Lucy’s eyes slowly brighten with hope after a moment and she smiles warmly before she leans forward to kiss me tenderly. “I love you Kenton Traverse,” she beams pressing her lips against mine again as my heart beats faster in my chest. I don’t know if I have ever been this happy in my entire life.
Who knew I just had to wait twenty years to find the love of my life? To find someone I can truly love?
“How do you feel about pancakes?” she asks her voice bright.
“I like pancakes,” I grin. Enjoying her new found enthusiasm. She’s so adorable. I wonder if she knows how perfect she is.
“What’s your favorite kind?” she asks tightening her legs around me and pressing her center against me. Her hot, wet core has my cock straining against her ass in no time.
“Ummm,” I say a little distracted as I run my hand up her long legs, “I suppose I like all kinds, except for apple cinnamon, I don’t like apple cinnamon anything,” I reply with a shrug.
When she frowns I start to hope apple cinnamon isn’t her favorite. I don’t like the idea of disappointing her so soon, even over such a trivial matter as pancakes.
“You don’t like apple cinnamon anything?” she asks her voice skeptical. “Didn’t you buy those horrible apple cinnamon pumpkin spice granola bars a week ago?” she asks thinking back to when I saw her at the convenience store.
I can’t help but laugh when I realize what day she is talking about.
“Yes. Right. You see, that was an accident. I was far too distracted by you and your fine ass,” I tell her, slapping it hard and making her giggle.
“Is that so?” she purrs, pulling herself even closer and wiggling her eyebrows. “I’m so sorry that I caused you to endure that. I know how important those granola bars are to you. Enough to keep you coming back for more in spite of the sour looks from angry Annie Andrews.” I start to chuckle as she continues, “I want to offer a formal apology and even a full refund.” She starts to laugh with me.
“A full refund? My. My. A whole four dollars!” I exclaim before lifting her up and flipping her over on her back in a move that surprises her.
“Yes,” she says running her hands up my arms as I press her down into the mattress with my weight. “And also, a free breakfast made from scratch by yours truly,” she beams lifting her head up to kiss me softly on the lips.
I shift my hips and start sliding myself up and down, rubbing my cock between her folds and punch her clit with the head on every slide. She closes her eyes in pleasure as I slide through her folds over and over again. I love the way she closes her eyes and wraps her legs around my hips. It’s truly thrilling looking down into her soft brown eyes, slightly dazed by the pleasure that only I can give her. I know that I will never love anyone else again.
“Before this goes any further, we need to have a discussion about those pictures you sent me last night,” I whisper in her ear before nipping the lobe.
Her eyes open wide and she gasps in surprise before biting her lip.
“What about them?”
“Well, for one, nobody but me ever needs to see you dressed like that. Ever again,” I growl sternly. “Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” she squeaks.
“Second, we need to talk about your punishment for teasing me when I had to work. I think you need a spanking.”
“A spanking?” she asks, nibbling on her lip before nodding slowly. I know I have spanked her before, but never like this. Never as primarily a punishment, and I can tell it is making her nervous.
I roll her over and pull her across my lap. If you want me to stop you just have to tell me okay,” I reassure her.
She nods her head as I rub her ass before quickly lifting my hand and bringing it down.
Smack.
“Oh my God,” she gasps and wiggles a little.
“Are you okay?” I ask as I rub the bright red handprint I left. When she nods again, I ask, “Are you ready for more? I think five more should do nicely.”