“You’re hard already?”
“Woman, I’m always ready to make another baby with you.”
“Even though I’m not exactly the same girl,” I say, running my eyes over my curves, “that I was when we met.”
“You’re like a fine wine. You started out tasting like the perfect fruit, my sweetness, and you just get better and better with age.”
“You’re just saying that.” Just as soon as I get the sentence out his lips are claiming mine, passionately, with no signs of letting up. “Or not,” I mumble into his mouth.
His hand moves up my summer dress and I feel my pussy contract, asking me why he’s not inside me already. My body is already demanding his seed and we’re still clothed.
“Don’t you dare question Daddy’s motives or the truthfulness of his words…unless you want to get spanked.”
“Prove it,” I challenge, and a half a second later I’m being spun toward the wall. My palms slap against the girly wallpaper as his bit mitt comes down across my globes. I hear his zipper slide down in one quick motion as his other hand yanks my panties to the side.
Seconds later he’s entering me, and not long after that our hot little unexpected session has us both climaxing in unison.
“I like it when Daddy issues some discipline.”
“After all these years and you’re still feisty and ornery as when we met.”
“Does that bother you?”
“Nothing about you bothers me. I couldn’t be mad at you if all the money in the world was riding on it. As a matter of fact, I like that streak of fire that runs through you. Keeps Daddy on his toes, and it’s fun thinking of new ways to bring you to heel.”
I put my hands on my hips as I try and slide him out of me, but he grabs my hips, not letting me leave just yet. “Just to make sure it takes.”
“And I’m going to take a look in the basement because it sounds like you might be doing some woodworking again.”
“Oh, I’ve got some wood for you all right, my little lumber lady.”
“You’re too much,” I say swatting at him.
“I can never be enough for my family, although I’m always going to give my best.”
“Do you ever,” I say, and he finally lets me slide away from him as we hear the screen door slide open and know the kids will be in here in about ten seconds, which is how long it takes them to get to their little sisters’ room when they come in from the back door.
“Isn’t it crazy that we’ve been joined at the hip for ten years, after just knowing each other for two days?”
“Not at all, because we were always meant for each other. It was just a matter of finding one another.”
“In other words, I was your destiny,” I throw him a play on words.
“You weren’t my destiny, you are my Destiny,” he says, grabbing my hair and kissing me hard. “And you always will be, little one.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
“And I love you.”
“We love you too!” our other three kids say in unison and we all join in a family hug, making sure to do it around the crib where our two new additions can feel the love. And do we ever have a lot of it in our home for years and years to come. Forever.
THE END