My goal was to make him feel the way I did when he went down on me. When Jordan’s tongue touched my clit, it always felt electric. I wanted him to have a similar experience. My actions started off slow but got faster as my confidence grew. I slurped on his cock as I shuttled up and down and worked my fist on the sizable portion of his dick that I couldn’t reach with my mouth. When I cupped his balls in my hand, he let out a loud moan.
"Oh fuck, that's amazing, Angel. Just like that."
His hips bucked up as I sucked on his sensitive tip, wiggling my tongue around the entire area.
“Natalie,” he gasped. “Fuck, baby!”
I lifted off his cock and smiled. “Do you want to cum in my mouth, Daddy?”
It was the first time I’d ever called him that, but his reaction made it clear he loved it. His eyes went wide, flaring with passion as he gaped down at me.
“Jesus, fuck,” he panted. “That’s so goddamn hot. Yes, baby. Daddy wants to cum in your pretty little mouth.”
I opened my mouth and took him back in, drooling onto his cock as I bobbed up and down. Within seconds he was there. Letting out a husky wail, he gripped my head and started cumming in my mouth. I’d been a little afraid I wouldn’t be able to handle it, but it was fine. His warm seed was salty and a little bitter, but it slid down my throat without any problem.
I kept going up and down until he stopped cumming, and then I slowly pulled off. His breath was coming in rapid gusts as he stared down at me with lust filled eyes.
“My sweet fucking girl,” he rasped. “You just blew my mind with that perfect tongue. I’m going to need that all the time.”
I smiled as I wiped my lower lip and batted my eyelashes at him. “Was it my mouth or the way I called you Daddy that got you?”
Jordan chuckled as he pulled me onto his lap. “That was pretty fucking hot because it felt so taboo,” he admitted. “But that isn’t what made that blowjob perfect. That was all you, Angel.”
He kissed me then, completely unconcerned that I’d just swallowed his cum. I writhed against him as he pulled my cotton sundress up and over my head, leaving me in just a pair of underwear. The cool air in the store made my nipples pucker as I stared down at him.
“It’s unbelievable,” he murmured, “how fucking beautiful you are.”
One of his hands slid up my back as he pulled me in closer so he could lick and suck on my breasts. He worked back and forth between them both, careful to give them equal attention as I rubbed my panty covered sex against his once again hardened dick.
I let out a long sigh when he dipped his free hand into my underwear and touched my clit. He fingered me masterfully before sliding two inside and rubbing my clit with his thumb. Holding onto his shoulders, I rocked on his fingers as he continued sucking my tits.
I moaned when he popped off my nipple and looked up at me. “Feels like this tight wet pussy is ready to be fucked,” he said huskily.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “Fuck me, Jordan.”
“Look at me, Angel.”
I looked into his eyes as I continued riding his hand.
“I want to cum in your hot little cunt,” he told me. “Are you going to let me in there without any condom? There’ll be nothing to stop you from getting pregnant.”
It sounded so hot, the two of us together with absolute nothing to stop nature taking its course. I’d started imagining having his babies the first night we made love, so the idea of him getting me pregnant wasn’t a turn off at all.
“Holy fuck,” he grinned as I clenched against his fingers. “I knew my bad little girl would want me to fill her little pussy full of cum so she can have our babies. You don’t know how bad I want to watch your belly grow, Angel. I would love for your tits to be full of milk I could suck on while I fuck you.”
I lost it, throwing my head back with a shriek as I came on his fingers as they plunged in and out of me. I was still coming when he pulled his fingers out, lifted me up and sank me down onto his thick cock. I cried out as I gripped his shoulders and started riding.
“Fill me up,” I whimpered. “I want all of you.”
Jordan thrust up hard, the tip of his cock hitting that magical spot inside of me that made me clench against him. I loved the way his dick bottomed out inside of me.
“You have all of me,” he promised. “Every single part of me belongs to you, now and forever. I love you, Natalie.”
I rode him hard as I cried out how much I loved him, too. When he started rubbing my clit again, I came with a scream. He took control as my orgasm ended, taking his hand off my clit so he could hold onto my hips as he fucked up into me frantically. When I felt the first jet of his cum inside of me, my eyes rolled back, and I came again. I was so out of it I didn’t even notice when he pitched forward and laid me down on the floor, slamming in and out of me as he filled me up.
7
Chapter Seven
Natalie
I almost passed out when I walked into the kitchen the morning of my graduation and saw my mom sitting at the table.
“What… how?” I asked as I fell into her arms.
“Jordan Sinclair is how,” she laughed. “He was adamant that I be here for your big day. He paid to fly me in and out. It was a small fortune, and I almost felt guilty letting him spend what equals about half of my yearly salary for a two-day trip, but I couldn’t be happier to be here.”
I was stunned. I’d known he had something up his sleeve, but I’d never thought it would be my mom. She knew all about the two of us, of course. My mom and I had a very relaxed relationship, so I’d been secure enough to tell her about Jordan and me from the get-go. She’d been a little skeptical of how serious the relationship could possibly be at first, but it was quickly apparent he and I were going to go the distance. Once she knew that, she was firmly on board.
“When did you get in?”
“Last night,” she answered. “I got to stay in the guest house which I have to say is nicer than any hotel I’ve ever stayed in, and that includes the five-stars.”
I loved Jordan even more at that moment for doing something so amazing just to make my day better. It only went up from there.
After the ceremony, we’d gone to have small get-together back at the house with Jordan, me, my mom, Robert, and Eric. When we pulled into the driveway, I was greeted with a white Range Rover with a giant pink bow on it. I laughed when Jordan whispered in my ear that it was a good family friendly car for when we started having babies.
After the excitement of graduation and my new car gift, we ate lunch and then relaxed. Later in the afternoon we all went out to the pool to have fun. I was thrilled to be able to spend that time with my mom. At my insistence, we gathered out at the bluff as the sun started to go down. Since moving in with Jordan, I’d not missed one yet. It was always the perfect end to the day.
Just as the sun started to go down, Jordan dropped to his knee and took my hand. I heard the sound of photos being taken as he held up an absolutely gorgeous French-cut diamond set on a halo band. It was quite large but still tasteful and not huge, which thrilled me. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d told the jeweler he wanted my ring to be seen from space.
“Angel, will you marry me?”
I burst into tears as I nodded frantically. He slid the ring onto my finger, and it was a perfect fit.
When he stood up, I jumped into his arms and kissed him a hundred times as everyone around us clapped. We were married seven months later in that very spot, the swell of my pregnant belly just barely visible in my wedding dress.
Epilogue
Natalie
I waved at my mom as she went toward the guesthouse. It had become her permanent residence about a hot minute after I told Jordan I was pregnant. He’d tried to pay her house off several times before then but she wouldn’t hear of it. Once she knew she was going to be a grandmother, all bets were off.
Without the burden of an expensive mortgage, it was easy to talk Mom into ta
king jobs closer to home. Within three years she’d transitioned to working only in California, Arizona or Nevada. She was never far away, which was ideal for all of us. Jordan, not surprisingly, didn’t trust strangers with our children. Grandma, on the other hand, was tops in his book. He hadn’t understood her when we first began dating, but once they met and got to know each other, he loved her.
She and I had gone out for burgers at the Malibu Inn while Jordan had taken our boys to shop for a gift for me, since my thirtieth birthday was almost upon us. I was curious to see what they’d come up with, but I knew I’d have to wait since my birthday was still a few days away and Jordan and the kids would keep me in suspense until then.
I laughed when the front door opened before I had a chance to touch the doorknob. Jordan pulled me into his arms like I’d been gone for days instead of a few hours. I fell into his embrace happily because I’d missed him, too. Eleven and a half years into our marriage, we were more in love than we’d ever been, both secure in our love and devotion for one another.
He made a husky sound as he put two fingers under my chin and tilted my head back for a kiss. It was always the same—that slide of his tongue against mine was magic. Wrapping my arms around him, I moaned softly as our kiss grew more passionate. The sound of fake gagging interrupted us.
“You two are so weird,” our oldest son announced.
Jordan and I finished kissing before we pulled apart, laughing. Jason rolled his eyes as came across the living room toward us.
“In case you didn’t already know, Dad’s a total nut,” he said as he came forward and kissed my cheek. “He checked the door like ten times because he wanted you back home. I think you two love each other too much.”
I smiled as I rested my head back on my husbands shoulder. His hand rubbed up and down my back as he held me close.
“That’s not true,” our younger son argued as he came down the hall toward the foyer. Asher was eight and the spitting image of his father. “If they weren’t like this they’d be like our neighbors. They don’t even like each other and they’re married. That’s the worst.”
Jason shrugged. “True, but you have to admit Mom and Dad are weird. They kiss and hold hands more than any parents I know.”
Asher made a farting sound with his mouth as he stopped in front of us, reaching up to kiss me on the cheek. My sons were a lot like their father. They treated me the way he did, which was why they came out to greet me the second I came home.
I’d always wanted to be a mom, but I hadn’t realized just how amazing it would be. After a rough delivery with Asher, Jordan took control and had a vasectomy. It was sweet that he’d endured the pain purely because he didn’t want me to have to take birth control. Our family was small but perfect.
“Is Grandma back over at her house or did she go out again?” Jason asked.
“She’s over there and she got treats for you while we were out,” I laughed.
“Score,” he laughed as he high-fived his brother. “Asher and I are going over to her house.”
We waved them off as they raced off to walk across the driveway to see her. I knew they’d be gone for hours since my Mom’s treats were burgers and a just released movie.
Jordan and I tried hard not to spoil the boys, but my Mom had declared early that it was the right of the grandmother to dote on her grandchildren. It worked out perfectly.
After closing the door behind them, Jordan lifted me up into his arms and headed for the bedroom. We were as insatiable for each other as ever.
He closed and locked our bedroom door behind him before walking me into the bathroom. I giggled when I realized his intention. Our bathroom had been redecorated three times over the years, but one thing had never changed. The incredible view in the shower room was as good as ever. We’d added a large seating area in the shower during a remodel we did in the first year we were married. There’d been a fairly good size tile ledge to sit in before, but Jordan wanted more. What we wound up doing was building a bigger area in front of the window. It was six feet long and four feet wide, and we’d spent literally thousands of hours making love right in that very spot.
We stripped quickly before we entered the shower room like two horny teenagers. Jordan tapped the preset button so the showerheads all started up at our perfect temperature. Pulling me against him, he kissed me again. We’d kept it pretty PG when we’d kissed before, but in the privacy of our bathroom he fucked my mouth with his tongue.
He pulled back only when we were both breathless. Taking one of the handheld sprayers from its holder, he walked behind me and told me to tilt my head back. I let out a happy moan as I did. Over the years Jordan had become my personal shampooer and I adored it. The ways in which he demonstrated how much he cherished me were nearly endless. I loved how selfless he was and I returned could that to him in kind. Our marriage worked the way it did because we made each other the priority, always. Our family came before everything, which was the way it was meant to be.
My level of arousal increased as his fingers worked their special magic, first on my scalp and then on my body. When I was squeaky clean, he deposited me on the shower bench and started showering himself off. He loved to drive me wild that way, stroking his thick cock as I watched.
He grinned at me devilishly as his hand pumped up and down his shaft. “I think you need to show Daddy how you make yourself wet, Angel.”
I bit my lip as my core clenched. He knew I loved when he pulled the daddy card. It was right up there with the bastard boss. What can I say? We both enjoyed role-play.
I spread my legs as I trailed my hand down my stomach and over my mound.
“That’s right,” he rasped as he took a step toward me. “Use two fingers and spread those lips so I can see your hot button.”
I whimpered as I complied, holding myself open so he could see my clit. His fist started moving faster as he watched.
“Now lick two fingers on your other hand and touch that pretty pussy.”
He groaned when I slid two fingers into my mouth and sucked on them as I stared into his eyes.
“That’s right, Angel. Get them nice and wet.”
I pulled the fingers from my mouth with a little pop before and then dropped my hand to my sex. My neck arched when I touched the lower portion of my clit. Already I was wet and hot, my pussy slick and slippery as I rubbed my fingers around my most sensitive areas.
“Is it hot?” he asked on a tortured sounding moan.
I nodded. “Yes, Daddy. My pussy gets so wet for you.”
He groaned as he twisted his fist back and forth on his cock.
“You’re such a bad girl,” he murmured.
“Only for you, Daddy.”
He grinned as he watched my fingers rubbing my clit.
“Does my Angel need something more?” he asked as he jerked his cock harder.
“Yess,” I groaned.
“Slide two fingers into that hot little cunt and show me how you fuck yourself.”
I let out a whoosh of air when I pushed my fingers inside my hot, wet heat. Jordan was a very visual man and he loved to watch me fuck myself, almost as much as I liked to watch him jerk off.
“Fuck, Baby,” he growled as I began thrusting them in and out.
With the other hand I continued rubbing my clit.
“Ohhhhh,” I moaned as I rubbed against my g-spot. “Feels so good,” I whimpered.
“Are you going to come for Daddy?”
My hips rocked up and down as I pumped my fingers in and out of my pussy. I knew I was seconds away from coming for the first time. I also knew I’d be coming again, on his dick, after that.
He came in closer, stopping when he was between my legs, close enough for me to feel his skin against the back of my hand as I rubbed my clit.
“Sit up straight,” he commanded, “but don’t stop fucking that little cunt.”
I complied immediately, my breath coming in little gasps as I kept my eyes on his cock as he continued
jerking off. I let out a frustrated sound when he let go of himself, but that quickly turned into a cry of ecstasy when he took both of my nipples into his hands and began playing with them. The gentle pinches and tugs brought me closer and closer to coming.
“I’m ready to fuck, Angel. Make yourself come, now.”
I bit my lip as I nodded frantically, my hands working faster as I got myself there. When Jordan pinched my nipples firmly, I came with a loud wail. Pulling me from the bench, he got me to my feet and turned me around so I was facing the window. I leaned forward and gripped the back of the bench.
Sometimes he would play around and tease me until I was almost insane with the need to be fucked. Right then he could tell I was already on the edge and desperate to feel him inside of me. Without hesitation he lined himself up behind me and thrust in hard and deep.
My back arched and my breath blew out as he bottomed out inside of me. He wrapped an arm around me to hold me secure as he began fucking in and out. Over and over again he thrust, the wet sounds of our union echoing through the tile room.
“Fuck me hard,” I begged. “Make me come!”
“So bossy,” he teased breathlessly as he sped up. “Seems someone’s anxious to come all over Daddy’s dick.”
I nodded as I thrust back against him. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck meeee!”
I screamed as my orgasm crashed into me when he smacked his hand gently against my clit six times in quick succession.
He fucked harder as I came all around him, and then he let out a loud roar as he exploded inside of me. We rode every last second of both our orgasms out. When we were finished, he held onto me as he turned and sat down on the bench, his cock still buried deep inside of me.
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