by Jeri K Raine
“Yes, Daddy,”
He jerks my head so I’m looking in his eyes. His face is tense and red.
“Now, baby doll. Now!”
This is going to be the big one. I know it.
“I really love you, baby doll!”
“I love you, too, Daddy!”
I’m afraid I’m going to come again. Too soon. Being afraid, makes it happen.
I burst and implode. Collapsing again. Shouting and drenching. Quaking, hot. Helpless.
And his massive pole scrapes and reams into me.
Another great wave rolls up from nowhere. Like the ocean bubbled and boiled. Brimmed and spilled. He pumps and blasts hot, sticky bolts inside me. Splashing me. Coating me. Filling me.
His hand takes hold of my breast. Runs down my stomach. My thighs part and my knees sag. His strong fingers are on the outside of my skirt. Pressing against my stomach. Moving down. I know that he can feel how hot I am. The steely look in his eyes makes me weak.
“I really love you, Daddy.” He always gets excited when I call him that.
“We’re going to be making babies, you and me. Lots of babies. I love you so much, baby doll.”
I think I must be pregnant, the number of times he’s pumped me full of his hot cum, but he’s determined. And it’s okay with me if we keep on doing it four or five times a day forever. Only, I wish I could get a positive test sooner, because he won’t let me suck his cock and swallow his seed until he knows that I am pregnant for certain.
And I am dying to feel his hot, thick cum slather over my tongue and slide down my throat.
Chapter 12
Greta
“My father tries, I know that he does, Logan. But he makes bad judgements. I shouldn’t blame him for it. The drinking, the half baked schemes, the great grand plans for the never going to work. He wasn’t like that before he went overseas. He did his duty, and he sacrificed.” I love how Logan listens, so patiently.
* * *
“He sacrificed, Mama sacrificed. We all did. I’m not really sure that he was repaid for all that sacrifice. Okay, shit tell it like it is, he is owed. What he was paid, for what he did? That’s not service. That’s abuse.” He takes my hand.
* * *
“What I do for him, it’s never going to be enough. I can’t take care of a full-grown man. And I can’t fulfill his needs. His need to be a man, to be a provider. To be the head of his house. And I can’t bring Mama back.” I have ton brush a tear with the back of my hand. Logan kisses it away tenderly, from my cheek, then from my knuckle.
* * *
“I just thought that if I made a sacrifice for him, well… It was a stupid idea. And I couldn’t do it.”
Epilogue
I hold her chin and look into her eyes. “No, Greta. It was a fucking sensational idea. Worthy of a real hero. That’s one of the most heroic stories I have heard. And believe me, I know some stories.”
* * *
“Logan. I appreciate you saying that.”
* * *
“Mikey gave me the marker he had over your father.” I tell her. She can know this much now. “I’m putting a unit together. I will train them for Mikey. And I could use somebody to have my back. To help me out, to make sure it’s all done by the book. I’m gonna see if your daddy can’t be that.”
* * *
“Oh, Logan…”
* * *
“I’m serious, Greta. It will be a stretch for him. But if he’s the man you’ve told me he is, that stretch will be just enough to stretch him back into shape.”
* * *
All of which is true. I can’t tell her the way I plan to make it work, it would make her worry for her father. I know he can take it, though. And it will be a second chance for him. And there is no reason she should ever need to know the details.
* * *
Besides, we have plans to make, she and I. And I know she took a test this morning. I can’t wait to see the result.
Epilogue
My father really shaped up with Logan’s help. And that’s good, because we need him to be strong and a good influence as a grandfather to our two boys.
And there’s a new baby girl on the way now.
The End
~~ I hope you enjoyed Logan and Greta’s story ~~
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