Taste For Daddy (Please Me, Daddy 1)

“Are you awake?” I whisper against his ear, bringing my hand down between his legs and massaging his cock. It’s already at half-mast, so he’s either awake or having some kinky dream of us, as usual.

I continue stroking him, feeling his cock grow until it’s nice and hard, ready for me.

“I’m always awake for you, baby girl. You love teasing your daddy, don’t you?” he groans, tightening his grip he now has on me. I bring my body under the blankets completely, pressing my soft lips against his hard shaft.

He moans for me softly and presses against my mouth. I tease him, flicking my tongue back and forth across the head of his cock, making him want me even more.

“Come here. Kiss me,” he moans at me, and I lower myself on top of him, pressing my body down on his and finding his lips with mine.

He holds me so close to him, letting me know that he’s never going to leave me, that he loves me just as much today as he had the day he became my boss.

With each day that passes, I want him more and more. I need him more and more.

“It’s a good thing that we’re out here in the woods instead of in the city. I think this was the best move we’ve ever made.” He spanks me hard under the covers in response, knowing that it turns me on even more when he plays rough with me.

I love that the spark hasn’t died out, that our candle is still burning just as bright as the day that we met.

EPILOGUE

Dean

I want to take control, I want to show her just how much I love her, as I roll her over roughly, thrusting into her harder than I’ve ever done before. I know that she has to control her noises, and it turns me on even more as she tries so hard to keep quiet.

“You don’t want to wake the baby,” I remind her in a teasing voice. Her arms come around me, her nails digging into me and scratching down my back. I wince in pain. I know the only reason she’s doing it is so her cries won’t escape out.

I love the fact that I can still turn her on, that she has just as much fire as she had three years ago for me.

The same look of sparkling desire always burns in her eyes when we haven’t had time for each other, the way she gazes at me from across the dinner table when we sit down as a family.

Though she still works, it’s not as much as it used to be, and I’m okay with that. There’s nothing more that warms my heart than when she wants to stay home with Braxton, or bring him to the agency with us. The girls just adore him. He stays out of the way for the most part, and when we can’t be right there, one of the girls will be with him.

It gives us a break. At the same time, I can see the worry in Molly’s eyes when he’s out of her sight, so she doesn’t let him wander often.

“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” I whisper against her ear as she holds me tightly to her.

“More than all the money that you can make,” she whispers back to me. I love the way she embraces me when we’re done, letting me know that she still wants me close to her. Always.

She begins kissing the side of my neck, sending goosebumps down my body — one of the sensations that she evokes in me even after all this time.

She’s my wife, and she reminds me every day that she loves me. That she needs me. As I need her.

Forever.