The Daddy Box Set

by Claire Adams

  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.”

  “I love you, too,” I replied, tears pulling at my eyes. “Longer than forever.”

  I could feel the emotion rip through me, and I grabbed onto him, knowing that this was the real thing.

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Ryan

  It was an absolutely beautiful August day, and I couldn’t have been happier to be with my two girls. It had been a couple weeks since Christina left in a huff, and I hadn’t heard a peep out of her. From the gossip among some of our mutual friends, I heard she had gone back to Dale, begging him to take her back, and he did, like the poor, unlucky sap that he was. It was fine with me. Let him deal with her craziness.

  I had woken up early this morning and taken a shower before anyone else was out of bed. Alissa was pretty much staying at my house every night since I didn’t want to let her out of my sight. As I showered, I could feel the beauty of the day in my chest, and excitement blew through me as I climbed out to find Alissa holding my towel and smiling.

  We all got ready, ate some breakfast together, and headed over to the ballpark to catch an early August doubleheader. Kayla was decked out in her baseball gear and carrying her doll while holding Alissa’s hand tightly as we walked through the parking lot. I stayed behind a few paces and smiled, feeling incredibly lucky to have found the life that I was finally content to live. Every day since Alissa came back into my life was amazing, and I wondered if it could stay that way forever. I had never felt that way about anyone before, so I had nothing to compare it to. I took in a deep breath and patted my pants pocket, just to make sure I had everything.

  Butterflies were whirling around in my chest, and I could feel the sweat beading up on my forehead. I was really nervous, even though I knew I didn’t need to be. When we approached the gates, Alissa looked back and smiled, stopping for a minute as she realized I didn’t look chipper like I just did.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah.” I laughed. “It’s just damn hot here today.”

  “Are you sure?” she asked, scrunching her eyebrows. “You look nervous.”

  “Yeah, I promise,” I said, kissing her sweetly. “I’ve never felt better than I do right now. I am just so happy to have my girls together on this beautiful day at the baseball stadium.”

  “Okay,” she said, laughing, laying her head against my chest as I pulled them both in and hugged them tightly. “Babe? They need the tickets.”

  “Oh, yeah,” I said, laughing, pulling them out of shirt pocket for them to scan. “Sorry about that. Thank you.”

  We walked into the stadium, and I took in a deep breath, taking in the whole scene. This was a really special day, and I wanted everything to be perfect for the girls. We walked down to the seats and sat down, with Kayla on the end next to Alissa, who reached over and squeezed my knee in excitement. I took in a deep breath and rubbed my sweaty palms down my shorts, trying to get ahold of my nerves. As the pregame events started, I sat back, putting my arm around Alissa’s shoulder and enjoying watching Alissa get so excited by all the people running around the field with the mascot. He stopped in front of Kayla, put his hands on his hips, and then waved before taking off again.

  “Daddy, this is awesome.” She giggled, warming my heart. “I’m already having so much fun, and the game hasn’t even started yet.”

  “I’m so glad, baby,” I said, smiling and kissing Alissa on the forehead.

  I watched as Kayla sat there dancing to the music, laughing loudly, and being a normal 8-year-old little girl. I thought about the last few weeks and how I had to sit her down and be as honest with her as I could. Alissa came with me and held her hand as I explained what her mommy had done and how she just wasn’t well. Kayla cried for a minute or two but then took in a deep breath, asking Alissa if she would be coming back around more. The idea of having her close was obviously comforting for Kayla, and Alissa barely left her side after that. Since then, I noticed that Alissa didn’t even ask about her mother at all. She quickly slipped back into her normal excited little girl mode and off she went. I knew that one day, it would come back up again, but for now, I was really glad to see that the whole experience didn’t take as much of a toll on her as I thought it would. I was terrified that she was going to slip back into her little depression, and there would be nothing I could do to help her.

  Kayla was one of the toughest little ladies I had ever seen, and it really helped having the family there to support her. Alissa’s mom and sister were amazing people, and they jumped right in, including Kayla in everything they could to make her understand that even if her mom wasn’t there anymore, she was never alone. She had a support system that would put most families to shame. She loved spending time with the girls, and I could feel comfortable knowing she was learning how to grow into a strong, independent, and loving woman, just like them.

  Alissa was a godsend, and she jumped right in, doing anything she could to make Kayla feel how much we loved her. She woke up every morning and made breakfast, planned her day with the babysitter, and called periodically to check up on her when I was too busy at work to do so. It had become very obvious that Kayla was starting to think of Alissa more as a mother than a friend, and I thought that nothing could be more perfect. Alissa kissed her boo boo’s, gave her pep talks, giggled about girlie stuff, and tried to enrich and push her life in ways that I had never thought about before. She took an honest interest in Kayla’s life and what she wanted to do. She worked with her on interior design and watched silly princess movies with her. Alissa was everything I had hoped for in a mother for Kayla.

  It wasn’t just obvious that Kayla thought of Alissa that way, but it was very clear that Alissa thought of Kayla that way as well. I could see it every time she picked her up, hugged her, joked with her, or anything else that happened on a daily basis. Ali
ssa blossomed with Kayla by her side, and I thought that it was so amazing what they did for each other.

  The start of the game drew me from my thoughts, and we all got ready to watch another exciting game. The players did not disappoint on that hot summer day as they played hard, pulling in three runs before the top of the fifth. I glanced up at the screen every now and then, waiting for it to be my time. Kayla, Alissa, and I stood up in the stands and held on to each other as the batter hit a fly ball to deep left field. We watched as the outfielder attempted to catch it but dropped it to the ground. We screamed out, watching the runner on second move to third and pause as the other team scrambled to get ahold of the ball. The runner took off toward home plate, and I held my breath as the ball flew through the air at the same time that the runner dropped down and slid toward home plate. There was a silence in the stands as the dust billowed around them. Suddenly, the crowd erupted as the umpire stepped out and gave the signal that he was safe.

  Kayla jumped up and down, screaming and hugging Alissa, and we laughed loudly. I loved this game. It was never predictable and got you on your feet and moving really fast. I was so caught up in the plays on the field, I didn’t realize that the Jumbotron was starting to project the fans on the screen. I looked out at the cameraman, and he gave me the thumbs up, sending butterflies into my chest. I looked up at the screen and tapped the girls, pointing out at it. There, the three of us were standing tall on the big screen.

  I took a step back and smiled as the girls waved at everyone and made faces at the camera. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small black box and tapped Alissa on the shoulder. She looked over at me, smiling, but her smile turned to surprise as I bent down on the peanut shells and held the ring box up to her. Everyone in the stands erupted into cheers, and Alissa put her hand to her chest, laughing and looking around. From behind me stepped the mascot, holding a microphone in his hand. I took the mic and cleared my throat, waiting until the stadium was eerily still. Kayla gasped as the players walked out onto the field to watch.

  “Alissa,” I said, hearing my voice echo through the park. “You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. You came into our lives as someone there to help us through a very difficult time, but you became so much more than that. You became a friend, a lover, and a source of strength for me that I could never have imagined. You went from your single life and jumped right into our family, becoming a mother to my daughter and a support system for us all. I can’t imagine another day passing without me knowing that you are going to spend the rest of your life with me. So, here in this amazing baseball stadium with my fuzzy friend here, I want to know if you will make me the happiest man in the world, and become my wife?”

  “And my mom,” Kayla shouted with a big smile.

  Alissa turned and bent down, picking Kayla up in the air and holding her tightly. She whispered something in her ear, and Kayla gave her the thumbs up. Everyone in the crowd laughed and then fell silent again as Alissa turned back toward me and took the mic from my hand. She looked up at the screen and back at me with a huge smile on her face.

  “I would be honored,” she said, handing the mic to the mascot and pulling me to my feet.

  She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly as the crowd erupted in applause and cheers. She pulled away, and I showed her the ring I picked, a single stone in the shape of a teardrop, to symbolize the emotional depth which I felt about her. She stuck out her finger, and I slipped on the ring, pulling her close and kissing her with passion in front of everyone. The ballplayers clapped and cheered from the field, and Kayla beamed as the coach brought over a ball with the players’ signatures and handed it to her.

  As the game got back into play, we turned and sat back down, clutching each other’s hands tightly. Kayla got up and crawled into my lap, taking my face into her hands and kissing my cheek. She smiled big and let out a deep breath.

  “What did you guys whisper?”

  “She asked if she should kiss the mascot or not,” Kayla whispered with a giggle.

  I laughed loudly and pulled Alissa close, realizing that this was one of the best moments of my life. I could finally let out a deep breath, knowing that I never had to worry about not having these two beautiful women close to me again. It was going to be a beautiful life.

  Epilogue

  Alissa

  A Few Years Later

  I reached my arms back and took in a deep breath, trying to get comfortable in the hard bleachers on the side of the ball field. Ryan rubbed his hand down my back and held on to me since I wasn’t too stable these days, being seven months pregnant and feeling as big as a house. I rubbed my hand down my belly as the baby kicked wildly inside. I reached down and pulled out a bag of chips from my bag and started to munch away, not caring what anyone thought about my pregnant eating habits. I had started out really healthy, but with only two months to go, I was eating whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted.

  The last few years had been a whirlwind of events. A year after Ryan proposed, we got married in a small ceremony at our parents’ estate in their garden. It was beautiful and personal, and we couldn’t help but be ecstatic. I could remember sitting at the reception and looking over at Ryan’s best friend, Juan, and smiling as he rubbed his wife Maria’s growing baby belly. My sister had little Ariana strapped to the front of her the whole time as she danced around the dance floor with my brother-in-law. Everything was perfect. Since then, my business had grown so much I had to hire an assistant, and Ryan opened up a second shop for his company on the other side of the city. Things were definitely moving in the right direction.

  Kayla had grown by leaps and bounds and would be 11 in July, which was crazy to me because I felt like we were just celebrating her 8th birthday yesterday. As soon as she found out that there were summer softball leagues, she had us sign her up, and I had to say, she had become quite the little softball pitcher. She was invited to a special elite league this year that would help prepare her for high school and beyond with softball. I loved how passionate she was about it, while at the same time, never taking herself too incredibly serious. She definitely got her sense of humor from her dad. They were constantly cracking jokes and laughing. Not that I was the serious one. I was just the one hysterically laughing and crying as they busted on each other.

  When Kayla first joined a softball team, she was nervous, only ever having watched the guys play. I didn’t know much about softball, but I did some research and worked with her every day until we found a coach that was interested in helping her pursue her goals. She originally was a shortstop but picked up a ball on the pitcher’s mound one day, playing around, and never put it back down. She was extraordinary, and I loved to watch her practice in the backyard while I cooked dinner in the kitchen. We had our own perfect little family, and it was everything I ever wanted in life. Ryan was my best friend, and it had been years since his ex-wife had spoken to him. In fact, the last time he talked to her was when he kicked her out of the house.

  “How you doing, baby?”

  “Good.” I sighed, shifting back and forth. “This bench hurts my butt.”

  “I think there is a pillow in the car,” he said, ready to jump up and go get it.

  “It’s okay.” I laughed. “I’ll be just fine. There is very little time left in the game anyway, and it looks like they have it in the bag. This was probably one of the best games I’ve seen Kayla play so far. She has really been getting a lot out of that special coaching we set her up with.”

  “Yeah, I like that lady,” he replied. “She really understands how to get Kayla to implement the techniques. Now, if we could just have someone do the same with her cleaning her room, we would be all set.”

  “I’m pretty sure that would take an act of God,” I joked.

  I looked over at Ryan and smiled as he adoringly stared out at the field, watching his little girl kill it with the special teams this year. He loved to watch her play, and so did I, but between the pregnancy hormone
s and my natural feelings for Ryan, I was loving watching him even more. He did a double take at me, realizing I was staring at him. I blinked and looked away, my cheeks blushing bright red.

  “After all these years, I can still make you blush,” he said, laughing. “What were you thinking about?”

  “Baseball.” I laughed. “There is just something special about watching a game. Ever since you proposed to me at the stadium, I get this happy feeling whenever I am around the game. Reminds me of how lucky I am to have you and Kayla.”

  “Aww,” he said, leaning forward and kissing me sweetly. “Well then, I am really glad that I picked there to propose. Can you imagine if we were at a hospital or a grocery store? You’d be getting the feelings all over the place.”

  “Or the line for the port-o-potties at the fair.” I laughed loudly.

  “What kind of guy do you think I am? I would at least make sure it was a restroom at a fast food joint.” He kissed me again.

  “You are the most romantic man I have ever met,” I said, smiling and then flinching as the baby did a rollover, kicking me square in the kidney.

  “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

  “Were you this frazzled when Kayla was in utero? If so, I don’t see how you-know-who didn’t kill you. She had a bit of a temper.” I laughed.

  “She-who-shall-not-be-named pretty much laid in bed her entire pregnancy,” he said.

  “Oh, no, did she have problems?”

  “Yeah, it was called Princess Syndrome.” He laughed. “She didn’t want stretch marks, so she thought if she was laying down all the time, gravity wouldn’t take hold.”

  “That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard… did it work?”