Each night I’d end up in her bed between her thighs riding her into the morning. I was afraid her school work would suffer because of our late nights, but she seemed to be blossoming.
She was always happy and smiling again just the way I like her and our life settled into a routine.
I’d been able to hold Ashley off using the excuse that I was too busy to have any time for her and still trying to come up with a diplomatic way to tell her that it was over.
In the end I decided to just tell her and get it over with. I wanted to take her out somewhere and give her the news, but when she insisted on coming here the guilt made me give in.
I told Dakota that night when I got home that Ashley would be coming over sometime that week so I could break things off.
When she asked me how I thought that would go I didn’t have an answer for her. I didn’t owe Ashley anything, but I did feel bad about the way things had transpired.
I shouldn’t have been fucking anyone else while I was seeing her, least of all the girl I saw as my daughter, the girl she was insanely jealous of.
The next evening when I came home Dakota was waiting for me. She’d called and asked me to come home early and I’d rushed her thinking something was wrong.
“What are you doing in here?” I found her in my bed when she wasn’t in her room. She was naked on top of the sheets.
“Don’t you want me daddy?” She ran her hands over her tits and down her middle to her pussy, spreading her legs open so I could see her fingers going inside.
I stood there torn. That was my marriage bed, the bed I’d shared with the woman I loved for so many years.
How could I betray her memory like this? And yet I was drawn to the beauty on the bed. I moved into the room, still intending to tell her no, but those eyes…
DAKOTA
“I want you to cum in my pussy daddy.” I spread my legs wide, holding them up with my hands beneath my knees. I knew what hearing that would do to him and felt no shame in using his weakness against him.
He growled and came into the room tearing at his clothes until he stood before me naked with his beautiful cock hard and already leaking pre-cum.
I reached out to touch him as I looked into his eyes, bewitching him with my gaze, enticing him with my body.
I was playing a game, one that if I lost my life would be over. But I saw no other way. I had to do this for me, for us.
I knew he was having a hard time telling Ashley the truth. That guilt of his that he tried so hard to hide from me was eating away at him. That’s the kind of man he is, that’s why I love him so much.
I also knew the type of woman she was, that she wouldn’t let go as easy as he seemed to think, I know I wouldn’t. So I came up with an idea.
I’d called her earlier under the pretense that I was calling on his behalf. We only had a few minutes until she was here so I had to work fast.
I’d fixed it so that she could come through the gates without him knowing and I doubt he’d even noticed when he came in.
I have no doubt she was coming here to bury the hatchet so she could play happy family with him, but he was mine and I meant for her to know it once and for all.
My heart beat sickly in my chest as he climbed onto the bed beside me and I had one last moment of doubt. What if I’d gone too far, what if he never forgave me?
At least she would be out of the picture and that’s all I cared about. Well not all, I wanted daddy to be mine. I didn’t want her or anyone else to have this with him.
Couldn’t bear to imagine him loving someone else the way he loves me. The thought of his beautiful cock going in and out of another woman the way it did mine almost drove me mad.
I reeled him in with more dirty talk until his head was buried between my thighs and he was eating me out like he’d been starved for the taste of me. Like he hadn’t had me that morning, twice.
I almost forgot about her and the trick I was about to play as I got caught up in what he made me feel.
“I want to taste you too daddy.” He didn’t want to stop what he was doing but I tugged at his head until he raised up and knelt over me.