“Dayton!! Yes. Yes. Yesssss!!!!” I scream as the idea of him being mine alone, catapults me to the end. My orgasm sets him off. As he yells, I can feel his seed spilling into me, and I come again, his heat and ferocity sending me into the fog of pleasure I have been in since this started. I can’t help but hope it makes a baby. Something from the both of us, binding us together forever.
He kisses me as we both come, our bodies slick and wet, rubbing against one another. I feel him getting hard again, still not having pulled out of me. “Damn it, Rina. I want to take you again, baby. But I need to give your body time to rest. Come on baby. Let me take care of you.” he pulls me into the shower where he washes me from head to toe, paying close attention to my pussy, rubbing my clit over and over as he pulls my nipples in his mouth, sucking them as he talks about the milk that is going to spill for our son. His words alone send me over. I stand, body limp and exhausted. Standing, he kisses my head before turning the water off and drying me. He kisses me constantly, telling how good I did. How much he loves my pussy. How he is never letting me go. Pulling me into his arms as we lie on the bed, my back to his front. The last thing I hear before I pass out from exhaustion. “I love you baby. Sleep.”
Wrapped in his arms, his mouth on my back with his legs draped over mine like he is trying to make sure I don’t move, is the safest I have felt since my whole life changed. Now I’m just worried it won’t stay like this.It has been two days since he fucked me senseless. Two long, exhausting, perfect days. As you can imagine, we have been going at it every chance we get, like rabbits. Any and everywhere. Doesn’t matter where we are. Hell, I think the only break we take is when he has to go to work or Rory is around. Case and point, I am in his office because just this morning when Rory was eating her breakfast, he bent me over his desk, and... fuck it felt good. However, in the middle of it, I somehow lost the bracelet from my parents that they gave for graduation. Pushing papers around trying to figure out where it fell, I spot a document that has my father’s name on it.
Dear Mr. Liiteum,
I read your letter asking about the estate, and I am sorry to say that as you know, Mr. Brooks diminished all of his accounts including the account that was to go to his daughters. I know you were his business accountant and that you also handled some of his investments, but the portfolio of his children was solely me. The amount of gambling debt he has accrued won’t be able to be covered by what little he had left. Luckily, his daughters can’t be held liable for it. I’m sorry. I know you were hoping to have something to give them, but there is nothing.
Kind Regards,
William Pinkerton
Portfolio and Investment Manager
Dropping the paper, I fall back on his office chair, not sure how this could be true. I mean, my father didn’t gamble. He hardly left the house other than to go to work and to meetings. He spent all of time with my mom, sister and me. This has to be some mistake. I mean...surely Dayton would have told me this...right?
“Hey babe. I came home early. Where are you....” he stops when he sees me in his office spotting the papers in front of me. The look on my face must tell him everything. I can tell by the look in his eyes, he deliberately kept this from me. My head drops, the feeling of betrayal all around me. My father…. now Dayton. Suddenly nothing in my life seems real. “Rina, baby, look at me,” he says, anguish and hope filling his voice.
“You knew, Dayton. This whole time, when I kept asking you over and over what was going on with the money and how do I go about getting it to take care of Rory. You knew then, didn’t you?” I want him to deny it. Say he just found out. Just tell me it isn’t true so I can stay in this bubble we have built.
“Rina, baby, I didn’t want to lie to you, but I also didn’t want to throw something else on top of you for you to worry about. You have gone through enough. None of that matters. You don’t need any of that money.”
“How can you say that, Dayton? How are me and Rory supposed to make it? How am I going to take care of her?” My hands on my head, I begin to sob. Why is it that every time I think everything is good, it always falls apart?