by Rachel Burns
“A baby wouldn’t ruin what we’ve built up. He’d only want us to love him.”
Oliver nodded. What Emily said made sense. He’d been a little boy who only wanted his parents to love him. “The problem is that I’m first now learning how to love. I still need practice.”
Emily hung her head. She wouldn’t be able to make her daddy and her mother-in-law happy. It would be either or. Of course that meant that she’d make him happy.
“Should we go inside and pick out a bedroom?” she asked, changing the topic.
“Now you’re talking.” Oliver gave her his playful smile.
His outside face showed that he’d forgotten the conversation and wouldn’t think about it again, but on the inside he worried that Em would be disappointed. He’d never thought about her wanting to have a baby. He still saw her as a baby, his baby girl.
“I should have guessed that you’d choose the room with the best view of the garden,” Oliver said, as he removed his wives clothes.
“I like the green colors in here too.” Emily informed him.
“You like the green color outside better.”
“That’s not quite true, Daddy. Think about winter. The garden will be beautiful when it’s covered in white too.”
“Did it ever snow at the orphanage?” Oliver asked her as he removed the last piece of his clothing.
Emily took hold of his penis. “A few times,” she answered him. “It was always a special day when it did.”
Emily knelt down in front of her husband and licked over his shaft. She circled the tip with her tongue, and then slid his penis into her mouth. She sucked on the tip, making Oliver’s eyes close, and his head fall back.
Their love life had now become routine, but it was some routine, Oliver thought, as he placed his hands on her shoulders.
Emily liked the way her daddy tasted. She took her time getting him ready. The deeper she took him in her mouth the more it turned her on.
“Good God, you’ll never know how much I love you.” Oliver moved his hands to the back of her head. When he noticed that he was pushing her head into his body, he stepped back, not wanting to hurt her.
“Em, it’s your turn. Lie down on the bed for me.”
Emily didn’t hesitate to obey her daddy. She sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned back. She lifted her feet so they were on the bed. Her knees opened and fell apart.
Oliver loved that she was no longer hiding her charms from him. He had a clear view of his wife as she lay spread open before him. Her beautiful dark hair was framing a smiling face. Her large breasts with their pink nipples were waiting for him to suck on. The rounded belly that she so hated was free for him to see and enjoy.
Oliver loved all of her curves. He knelt down beside the bed and reached for Emily’s face. Starting at the top of her head, he let his hands run along her soft body.
When he reached her breasts, he gave them a squeeze and teased her nipples to hardness before he moved his hands to her belly and hips. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, Em.”
“I highly doubt that, but I’m glad you think so.”
Oliver met her eyes. “I’m known for having superb taste. I only drink the best wines. The cars I drive have exceptional motors, and they’re designed for maximum speed. My suits are custom made. Only the best is good enough for me. Why wouldn’t I want, and get, the best woman in the world?”
Emily sat up a little. “Because your heart has the ability to make you blind.”
“Oh no, Em. That’s not the case.” He smiled at her. “I can see you perfectly, and I wouldn’t change the slightest thing about you.” He laid his hand over her slit, rubbing her clitoris with his middle finger. “I see perfection.”
He removed his hand and licked over her.
Emily lifted up her shoulders so she could reach for her husband. “That feels so good, Daddy.” She dug her fingers into his hair and massaged his scalp. “I love you so much.”
Oliver licked faster, teasing her nub and making her gasp. Emily was a very good wife. She deserved good sex. He knew exactly how to lick so she would come. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the taste of her sweet honey that she made especially for him.
“Daddy!” Emily screamed out, coming.
Oliver was surprised that she’d come so easily. Normally, he had to pleasure her longer.
“I want you inside of me, Daddy.” Emily was reaching for him again. She wasn’t finished with him. “I need more.”
Oliver was struck with awe. Emily was such a goddess in the bedroom. “I think we should test the other bedrooms to make sure that we like this one best. It will take a couple of days. But we’re young and lusty, so we should be finished in under a week.”
“No games, Daddy. I need you now.”
Oliver saw how serious she was. “I’m here for you, Em.”
Emily reached between her legs trying to get hold of his penis. Her hand wrapped around it, and she tugged him closer to her.
Oliver watched her and let her guide him to her opening. She lifted her hips up, and the tip entered her.
Oliver thrust into her completely, making her whimper. Her eyes closed, and her shoulders relaxed back into the bed.
Oliver laid his hands on Emily’s tummy and wrapped his fingers around her waist to hold her in place. He lifted a foot up onto the bed so he could thrust harder and faster.
She was soak with her pleasure, providing the wetness he needed to slide in and out of her with ease and speed.
“Damn, Emily. We keep getting better and better at this.”
“Daddy, please don’t stop,” Emily begged. Her head and shoulders pushed into the mattress, and her chest lifted up.
Oliver’s eyes went to her breasts. They were thrust upwards, and they responded to each thrust he gave her. The bouncing orbs were crowned with nipples that were turning ruby red even though he wasn’t touching her.
“Oliver, I need you.”
“I’m here, baby. I’m taking care of you.” He thrust harder, pushing his body to the extreme as his heart pounded so loudly that he could hardly hear her begging for her release.
Release: that was exactly how he saw this. His wife was being held prisoner by her own desire for him. His body was the key that would save her body from its self-imposed shell.
“I’m here for you, Em. I’m taking care of this.”
“Faster,” Emily demanded.
“Faster?” Oliver repeated in disbelief, stopping completely. “You’re going to kill me, Em,” he teased her.
Emily wasn’t in a teasing mood. “Then lie down. I’ll come on top of you.” She backed away from him, making room for him to lie down.
“That might be the best idea. I can’t keep up with you.” Oliver grinned at his wife, thinking how cute she was when she was being demanding.
“Are you mad at me, Daddy?” Emily asked, confused by his words.
“No, of course not. Whatever for?”
Emily shrugged as she watched her husband get on the bed and move to the middle of it. His penis stood proud, hard and ready for the taking.
Emily got on the bed on her hands and knees. She lifted up her left leg and straddled her husband so she was sitting on his thighs. She took hold of his penis with both hands and lowered her head to his penis. Before she wrapped her mouth around his penis, she looked up at him.
His eyes were locked on her, watching her every move. They closed when she wrapped her lips around him and sucked. He was already very hard, but Emily wanted to suck him to perfection, hoping that he’d need her as much as she needed him.
When his penis thickened in her hands, her mouth released him. She moved her body over his. With her hands, she guided him into her body, letting her body sink around him.
Oliver’s hands went to her hind cheeks, grabbing onto her. He loved the way her body seemed to melt over his. He was her prisoner now, but he was in love with the warden, so it didn’t matter.
Oliver lifted up her
body, moving her up and down along his penis. He could see breasts bouncing, giving a little hop each time her body came down, slamming into his body.
“I can do this all by myself.” Emily tried to push Oliver’s hands away from her, but he was stronger than she was. “Please, Daddy.”
Oliver hated stopping the rhythm that he had going, but he couldn’t say no to his wife. He removed his hands and laid them behind his head.
Emily placed her hands on his chest and started to move.
Oliver’s hands clenched into fists. He loved the feeling of being inside of her and her controlling their movement. The problem was that his instincts would kick in, and he’d grab onto her and thrust the way he needed to after a minute or two.
Emily was bouncing on him. When she lifted her body up, Oliver could see between her legs. Then he saw her body lowering and taking him completely. He was gone, entirely inside of her, encompassed by her soft folds.
His hands took hold of her breasts, squeezing her excited nipples.
Emily’s hands moved behind her. She grasped onto his thighs. The power of her movements came from her thighs, and she could already feel a terrible burn in them. She wouldn’t be able to do this much longer.
Oliver was thinking the same thing. He’d be able to take over shortly.
Emily leaned forward and placed her hands left and right of Oliver’s head.
Oliver’s hands stayed on her breasts as she moved. He guided a nipple into his mouth and sucked it deeply inside. He loved the feeling of having her breast in his mouth. They turned a deep dark red when he released one. She was so very erotic.
Emily was getting exhausted. She didn’t want to stop. She moved even faster, hoping she’d come before her strength waned.
Oliver could feel the moment coming; Emily was about to crack. He released her breasts and positioned his hands so they were hovering by her hips, ready to take hold of her when she needed him.
Emily whimpered and panted. The burning in her legs was starting to get her complete attention. She needed the burn to go away.
“Daddy,” she wailed.
Oliver took hold of her hips and moved her along his cock. He could see that she was still suffering, so he held her in place and thrust his body into hers, moving as quickly as he could.
“Yes, Daddy, yes.”
“Does my little girl like that?” he asked.
Emily made a noise of agreement, but she couldn’t talk yet. Her need was over powering her.
Oliver couldn’t believe how exhausting this romp was. He needed to come, but he also needed to wait for Emily. She was close, but not close enough.
Oliver moved Emily to the side off of him.
“Daddy, no,” she complained, desperately.
“Stay on your hands and knees, Em. Lift your adorable backside up to Daddy because you’re going to come now.”
“I am?”
“Daddy knows best.” Oliver positioned himself behind her. Her legs were spread apart; the way he liked it with her rump lifted high in the air. Her head was lying on the bed, opening her sex for him to see. Oliver loved looking at his wife. It felt amazing to be able to share his life with her.
Again he laid his hands on her rounded hips. Without touching his penis, he aligned himself and thrust into her.
Emily moaned out loudly.
Oliver reached around and stroked her clitoris. Because she was so turned on, he was rougher with her, knowing that was exactly what she needed. They had a wonderful connection.
Oliver put all of his energy into his thrusts. He stroked her rapidly and in a different tempo than his thrusts to keep her on her toes.
He looked over his shoulder and saw that her toes were curled up. Any second now, and then he could come too.
He put more weight in his thrusts.
Oliver felt Emily pushing him out of her. He looked down and saw his penis being washed out by a wave of her pleasure.
Emily was trembling. “Please, don’t stop.”
Oliver thrust back into his wanton wife. Three thrusts later she was pushing him out again. This time she screamed as she came.
Her legs were shaking, and her entire body was convulsing.
“Do you still need me, Emily?”
“Yes.” Her answer was filled with shame. She didn’t understand what was happening, but she knew that she needed him to be inside of her.
“This is nothing to be ashamed of, Emily. You can be very proud of yourself and your body.” Oliver slowly entered her. He could feel the last shock waves of her orgasm.
He thrust into her a few more times, and she came again. This orgasm was a lot more relaxed than the one before. She was settling down.
“Is it getting better, Emily?”
“I’m so sorry.”
“What for?” Oliver shook his head. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Em. I’ll explain afterwards, but I need to come now.” Oliver’s penis was as hard as a rock and an angry red. It was demanding to have its turn. He reached around and grabbed hold of a breast. He pushed the weight of her breast into her body as he thrust into her.
“Don’t stop. Daddy, please come inside of me. I still need you.”
Emily was saying something that he wanted to hear. His body longed to spill inside of hers. He wanted to pump his seed into her, but he didn’t want to have a baby.
Emily reached back and grabbed onto his hind cheeks. She was trying to hold him in place.
Oliver realized what she was doing. She was so adorable. “Okay, Emily, but just this once.” He wrapped his free arm around her tummy.
His body was laying on hers, and he was humping her like an animal in heat, but he was doing what his body told him was right. Besides, he was with Emily, who loved him no matter what. She accepted him no matter what he did. In fact, she loved to be with him.
Oliver came, pumping every last drop into her. This was so much better than pulling out. Maybe he should start Emily on the pill to be on the safe side.
He kissed her shoulder and told her how much he loved her, enjoying his afterglow.
“I’m sorry I peed on you, Daddy.”
Oliver laughed. He gave her a kiss on her back. “You didn’t, baby. You squirted. A woman can only do that if her partner is a fantastic lover.”
“Really?” Emily tried to look over her shoulder. She wanted to look him in the eye to see if he was telling the truth.
Oliver held her in place. This felt very comfortable, and he didn’t want their special hug to end. “Yes, I’ve always known that we’d be experts in bed.”
Emily laughed. She was relieved that she’d been good for him.
And maybe she’d get pregnant and make her mother-in-law happy.
Chapter 11
Emily held onto her Daddy’s hand as they entered the school. Nanny McKinney was showing them the way.
“Sir, this is the best place for Emily to be while you’re at work,” she assured him, knowing how hard it could be for a daddy to drop his baby off at a school when she didn’t know a soul. “She’ll make friends here.”
“Do you really think so, Nanny?” Emily asked her.
“I know so. You’re a nice girl from a good family.”
Emily beamed at her nanny.
Oliver grinned, thinking he’d chosen the perfect nanny for his wife.
“Family Keaton?” A woman came down the wide staircase and walked towards them.
“Yes, we’re the Keaton family,” Oliver proudly admitted.
“Good morning, I’m the director of this school. Welcome.” She turned to Emily. “You must be Emily. How do you do?”
Emily curtsied to the director. “I’m very well, thank you. And you?”
The director beamed at her. Emily was clearly a very well-adjusted child, who would do well here. “I’m well too. Would you like to join the class, Emily?”
“Yes, thank you.” Emily was eager to make new friends. She was used to being around other little girls, and she missed them.
Emily took it and went with the nice director lady. She stopped before her daddy was out of sight and waved at him.
The director returned to Oliver a couple of minutes later. “Thank you for waiting. I saw to it that Emily was placed in her classroom. You’ll be happy to hear that she recognized another little girl from her orphanage. They were best friends there.”
“Samantha?” Oliver inquired.
“Yes, that’s right.” The director was pleased to hear that Mr. Keaton was the sort of daddy who listened to his wife. She gave him a tour of the school, telling him about security. It was especially important in cases like Emily’s. Because of her last name, she was a target to being kidnapped. Because of her daddy’s preferences, he could be a victim of blackmail.
“I’m not worried about that. I’m proud of my little wife, and I’d have no problem confessing to the world that I love her exactly the way she is.” Oliver wanted the director to know that he wasn’t interested in a diet or exercise program. “I will, however, keep that to myself to protect the other daddies and little girls who attend this school.”
“I’m very glad to hear that, Mr. Keaton.”
“Tell me about the school meals. I want to make sure my wife will be getting all the vitamins she needs to grow.”
“I assure you, our kitchen staff is second to none. Your little girl will be able to eat until she’s full. The cooks take great pride on preparing a variety of dishes that cover the nutritional recommendations. The girls can choose from several different meals each day. Naturally, they combine things, and the portions are given as the girls specify, unless, of course, the girl has an eating disorder. Such little girls have to take a certain amount of food and eat it.”
“My Emily is a good eater. She won’t cause you any problems. Thankfully, that’s a problem we don’t have to worry about.” Oliver looked at Nanny McKinney.
“Emily is the type of child who doesn’t ever cause problems in any area,” Nanny McKinney bragged. “I’m sure you saw that for yourself.”
The director nodded along with Nanny McKinney. “Indeed, she’s an open and polite child, a pleasure for anyone to be with.”