by Maren Smith
I gasp and wiggle beneath him, pushing up and opening myself like a greedy, demanding nymph. Jeff’s vibrating chuckle is sexy-as-hell against my pussy and I press my head to the mattress, fighting for control.
“When do I get to return the favor,” I ask on a hot breath. He doesn’t answer but slides his tongue through my lips to lap my folds. With a quick dart, his tongue flicks my nub. I clasp the sheets, calling out and squirming with pleasure.
“When I say so,” he says, finally answering me, but it takes me a few moments to remember my question in my sexual fog. A finger slides inside me and he buries his face in my pussy again, licking, sucking and plucking my nub with his lips. His beard only adds to the pleasure. I squeeze my legs, digging my heels into his back, shamelessly shoving my pussy against him.
It so good, so intense, so… my belly tightens like a coiled spring, my muscles clench hard as an orgasm rips through me. Shards of light dance behind my eyes and my body spasms, making my fingers and toes curl and tingle.
“Please tell me there’s an encore with your cock. ’Cause, God, I need you inside me.”
He smacks my hip sharply and nips the flesh of my inner thigh. “Who’s in charge, here?”
“After that? You. One hundred percent and… Any. Damn. Time.” I watch him, looking down the hollow plane of my belly. He rises, bringing his mouth to mine for a quick kiss before he lands beside me, his head propped by a hand and bent elbow.
“No condom, baby doll. That’ll have to do.” Another kiss, this time a little longer and a lot sweeter, lands on my lips. And as soon as he releases me, and I get my bearing back, I jump up.
“Where’s my purse?”
“Sofa, why?”
“Because thanks to that dick, Slash, I have a purse full of condoms.”
He smiles and damn it hits me right in my greedy middle. My nipples instantly tighten and my clit swells to life. We’re ready, they shout.
When I return, he’s lying back on the bed, his hands behind his head. He nods with his chin. “Your move, baby doll.”
The smile spreads across my face slowly, and I eagerly hold the condom wrapper in my mouth so I can grab his shorts. I rip them down with a speed that shocks my grizzly daddy and he chuckles.
“Someone is very eager for a fucking.”
His words send shivers of delight through me and I nod. Yes, yes I am. But I’m eyeing his big silky cock standing at attention. I can’t help myself so I climb onto the bed on my knees. I take the condom from my teeth and set it beside him so my hands and mouth are free. My pussy gushes as I lean down to taste his pink swollen tip.
He inhales sharply as I give a quick lick and smile up at him.
“Baby doll, that better not be it.” I press my lips and shake my head and before he can speak again I open my mouth and lick him from stem to top swirling my tongue around his delicious plump head. His groans of pleasure urge me on so I slide his cock into my mouth balls deep. I gag a little making my eyes water but move over him again, sucking off the tip with a pop.
“Grizzly Daddy, are you growling at me?”
He rises, grinning predatorily, as he jumps off the bed. I watch that beautiful big dick of his glistening from my mouth as he sits me on the end of the bed. Reaching his hand into my hair he twists a handful to hold me. It’s gentle, but firm and I throb with a needy ache for him.
“Hands on the bed and open wide for daddy.”
I obey. Eagerly. He slides into my mouth, holding my head still so he can fuck my mouth exactly how he wants and the contrasting power and tenderness has me reaching for my breast. He stops, pulling out of my mouth and frowning.
“Up,” he demands, giving me a hard look. “Over the bed.” He pushes me onto the bed, shoving my legs wide. Taking my hands, he pins them to the small of my back. The sting of a slap startles me and echoes in the small wood panelled room. But it doesn’t really hurt, just a sharp bite and then a warmth that mingles into a deep pleasure.
“Naughty little girls don’t get daddy’s cock in their mouths when they can’t obey, do they?”
Another swat lands on my other cheek and I answer no in a breathy gasp. It feels good. Jesus. So good. “More. Please,” I beg and he obliges with several continual spanks, equally branding both cheeks. And as the warm buzz heats me all over, he rips open the condom.
Jeff grabs the back of my neck, his warm palm releasing my wrists to hold my nape instead. “Ass up, baby doll.”
I climb onto my knees and he shoves his cock in me. I call out. A strangled cry of pleasure at the fullness and his rough entrance. Fuck, yes! His palm cracks another slap off my ass as his hips piston, balls pounding against my clit. And just when I think it can’t get any more pleasurable, his thumb finds my bottom hole and he rubs the taboo opening. I rock with him, calling out, begging nonsensically.
“Jeff! Oh God, Daddy! I think I’m…”
“Not until I say,” he growls and I suck in a breath, holding it in until it burns. He pumps into me and tears leak from my eyes, until finally he says, “Now. Come for me, now.”
And I release, both the breath I’ve been holding and an orgasm more intense than I’ve ever felt. He follows, his throbbing cock pumping hotly. He lies over my back to whisper in my ear in short choppy breaths.
“Good. Girl.”
He moves us, and as we lie entwined and quiet, I ask him if it’s possible to love someone so fast. He doesn’t hesitate in answering. “I have to believe that it is, because I’m in love with you.”
“I have to go to town and grab my data. It can’t wait. I’ve got to get all the evidence I have to the police and hope they have some of their own. Enough to arrest Satan’s Ransom.”
My eyes widen. “No!” I sit up quickly. “You can’t involve the cops.”
He reaches out to touch me. “Baby doll, you’ll be fine. You’ve done nothing wrong.”
“You don’t understand,” I plead, scrambling off the bed, panic hitting me hard in the sternum, smothering me. “They’re dirty.” I gasp for breath.
He flies off the bed, cupping my face in his big palms, steadying me. “Breathe. In. Out.” He mimics the instructions with his own breaths. “I know exactly who’s dirty. I won’t be going to River’s End cops. I’m going bigger. RCMP. Drug task force.”
I pause, the struggle for breath gone as quick as it came. “How?”
“I have connections.” He sits on the bed and takes my hand, pulling me to sit in his lap. “I almost made it into the RCMP. Made it all the way to the last interview.” He looks down. “Was my dream.” His throat works as he swallows. “I was told I’d have gotten the job except for one thing.”
“What?”
“My sister, Lisa, was Preacher’s old lady.” His eyes find mine. “They won’t hire anyone with any connection to Satan’s Ransom or any other one percent club.”
“So you lost your dream for something that you had no control over?”
He shrugs. “The rule makes sense. Anyway, I have connections there, so that’s where I’ll take the evidence.”
“Will it be enough?”
“That, I don’t know.” He sighs and helps me up. “How about you get dressed and relax. I’ll top up the fire before I go.”
He kisses me hard one last time and I rise. There are clothes on a chair in the corner. Not mine, but a pair of jeans and a sweater at least one size too big for me. I slip them on and breathe in the scent of burning wood.
As I’m putting on floppy, clearly not female, wool socks, I notice a baby bassinet tucked into the corner. There are a few stuffed toys, books on birth and child development, as well as framed family photos and albums on top of a plain pine dresser.
“Those were Lisa’s,” says a voice from the door and I turn to see Jeff leaning against the jamb. “This was her room. Well, my room until she moved in here. She lived here while she was pregnant and for three months after Reece was born. She was hiding from Preacher. It’s the only time she stayed away from Satan’
s Ransom for longer than a week.”
He walks to the dresser and picks up a picture of his sister holding his niece. I follow to get a closer look. Lisa’s hair is long and dark, like his, but her eyes are blue.
He smiles down at the photo and when he looks back at me his soft brown eyes warm further. “She loved Reece too much to expose her to her father.”
“Loved?”
His shoulders lower and he gathers a breath. “Lisa went back when Reece was three months old. We don’t know why. She wasn’t planning to as far as we knew. Maybe to tell him about the baby. She never told us. Just dropped Reece off at my parents and never came back.”
“She just left?”
“Her body was found in the lake a week later. Drowned. It was ruled a suicide.”
“Oh God, I’m sorry.” I turn and wrap my arms around him. His big body is warm and he doesn’t hesitate in returning the hug. “We’ll get them. I’ll testify. I don’t care if I have to go into witness protection or whatever. I’ll do it.”
He kisses me and it’s soft, but urgent, and when it ends I melt into him.
“Let’s see how this goes, okay?” he says in a whisper against my head. “But if it goes that way, I’m going with you.”
I swallow and look up. “With me?”
“I’m not letting go, baby doll.” He brushes the hair back from my forehead. “This Grizzly Daddy is for keeps.”
When he’s gone, I look at the albums. They start when Jeff and Lisa were small. There are pictures of the family building castles on the shore, of them swimming, water skiing, and the kids eating hotdogs with toothless grins. Pictures of them as teens with friends, and awkward hand-holding around a fire pit follow. Jeff’s parents are older in these. The last one makes me laugh. It’s an action shot of Jeff standing in a canoe just as it’s about to flip. He’s thin and gangly but still handsome.
This is what family is supposed to be, I think. And even though Lisa is no longer alive, she’ll never be forgotten after living a life like this. I set the album back and pick up one that’s newer. Reece’s baby album. It starts with a shot of Lisa’s belly. Underneath each picture is a spot for notes. Lisa has scribbled some words about the pregnancy. Baby is a wiggler, especially at night. Craves nachos a lot. Next, I see the squishy newborn, who looks more like an alien than a human child, in her mother’s arms at the hospital. Underneath it says all the usual things, the date and time of her birth, her length and weight, and even the nurse and doctor who helped Lisa deliver. But underneath that, in even tinier scrawl, it says Baby looks just like P. I squint, the baby looks nothing like Preacher as far as I can tell, but then again the only resemblance I see is to a wrinkled alien.
I still don’t see it as I look further into the album and Reece grows into a cute baby instead of ET. The notations change from Lisa’s writing to a larger loopier kind at about the three-month mark and it hits me hard in the gut. Reece’s mother is gone.
I continue with my heart aching for both the mother that wouldn’t know her child and the child that wouldn’t know her mother. I see the little girl sprout red hair, grow teeth, and learn to toddle. Beside the few in the beginning, I see no more of Lisa. I see Jeff and his older parents with the little girl. My heart breaks, but the faces in the pictures are happy ones.
The last picture in that album is of Reece, around two, eating her favorite butterscotch pudding. Her eyes are wide and her smile gooey. It makes me laugh. She’s adorable. I decide she might be the most adorable kid I’ve ever seen as I look closer. It’s that gorgeous red hair and the blue eyes, lighter than her mom’s. Something sparks familiarity as I look for a resemblance to Preacher or even Jeff, or hell any members of the family but I see none. But as I glance down at the bottom of the picture to read the caption, it hits. The bag of cheese puffs by her chubby toddler leg makes the lightbulb go off. My eyes fly wide.
Red hair.
Butterscotch pudding.
Cheese puffs.
P.
She looks familiar and yet nothing like the rest of the family or her supposed father because she’s the spitting image of Python.
Jesus Christ! What if Lisa went back to tell Python he was the father and Preacher found out?
That’s a damn good motive for murder. Was that why Python looked so strangely at Jeff? Why he’d let us go? He knew who Jeff was because he was having an affair with Jeff’s sister.
I run for the prepaid burner in my purse. The only number in it is Python’s.
I call and when he answers I don’t even say hello. “You had an affair with Lisa.”
I wait and while it feels interminable, only seconds pass before he speaks.
“Yes.”
I think that’s all I’m going to get when he continues.
“I loved her.”
“Did Preacher find out and kill her?”
“I can’t say anymore. But everything will come out soon. And when it does, I promise you’ll be safe. For now, stay where you are.” There’s a pause. “And Lu? When this is all over, I hope you’ll help me convince Jeff and his parents to let me see my daughter.”
He hangs up before I can reply.
Holy shit.
Epilogue
Lu
I lean into Daddy as we watch Paul ‘Python’ Keller push Reece on the swings.
Python was undercover the whole time. And between Jeff’s PI work and Paul’s five years undercover, the whole damn MC crumbled. A few members took off before they could be arrested, but the ones that mattered were locked up and wouldn’t be seeing beyond the prison yard for years to come.
Reece jumps off the swing and turns to wave at us, her smile bright and wide. Paul hasn’t taken full custody yet, but only because he wants the transition to be slow for Reece’s sake. He takes her for weekends though and picks her up from school every day. One day soon, she’ll move in with him permanently and we’ll miss her. But for now, we spend as much time as possible together as a family.
I smile at the word. Family. It’s something I never thought I’d have. I worked hard, I achieved success, but I hadn’t counted on having a family. To me it was so unachievable, it never even crossed my mind as a goal. And now. I look down at my rounding belly. Now, I’m adding to this one.
Only one thing missing—Gage. But we’ve been in contact and I know he’s safe and still clean, but he refuses to come back and be part of our lives until he knows it’s going to stick. Soon though, that’ll happen too. I can feel it.
“You okay, baby doll?”
“Better than ever.”
“Aunty Tallulah, look how high I can fly!” She’s on the swings again, this time going so high I feel my heart in my throat. But the laughter that peals from her little body soothes my anxiousness.
“I was scared before but then I remembered you said I could be anything I wanted no matter what, and I decided I wanted not to be scared!”
Damn, that little girl really is my kindred spirit. I’ve even learned to love pudding. Just not as much as I love my Grizzly Daddy.
The End
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Planet of the Daddies
Emily Tilton
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Chapter One
Merilla hadn't known, growing up on Paternia colony, what became of the eighteen-year-old girls chosen to go to the capital city of her world, now occupied by the planet's Magisterian conquerors. The Paternian government had participated in the unjust war launched by the Vionian Empire against Magisteria, and now, each year, three girls from Merilla's town had to go to the capital, not to be seen again. It had happened twice already, and now, only three weeks after Merilla's eighteenth birthday, she stood in front of the town administrator.
"Go ahead and take off your clothes. All of them, your bra and your panties, too," the magistrate said gruffly. They had made her come out of her house, and sent her mother back inside. "I want to see your breasts and your pussy."
He wanted to see her pussy. Merilla couldn't think of that naughty word without her cheeks turning red, just as she couldn't think of the way her breasts had grown, marking her as a young woman — making her a young woman, even: a chestnut-haired, blue-eyed girl whom everyone called pretty, who now wore a grown-up's bra to hold her budding breasts and to keep them modestly enclosed.
Boys would be interested in her now, her teachers at school had said. Paternian children went to school until the age of eighteen. Before she had graduated, a few days later, in the monthly ceremony, she and the other graduating girls had attended a health class.