Jay
I watch my wife as she waves goodbye to her last client of the day. When Layla graduated from high school, she went on to get her certificate in massage therapy, and now she practices in the studio I set up for her in our home.
I sold my house to her dad and moved us out of the city. We're outside the hustle and bustle but close enough for people from the city to reach our property, where I now have an at-home car lot.
I couldn't handle being away from my angel princess for long, and working from home means we can be near one another. Besides, I can't chance leaving my baby doll alone with the men who book massages from her.
While it's difficult for me to allow her to massage other men, I knew I couldn't forbid her from doing what she loves. Layla loves her work and making her clients feel good, and I have to say she's great at what she does.
If I let her, she'd give me a massage every night. Of course, her tiny hands kneading all over me always leads to more than a massage. I end up with my dick deep inside her while I suck on her pretty titties and fuck her like I'm trying to break her little hole once and for all.
Thank god Layla loves it when I’m animalistic because she makes me so hot I can't control myself around her. Every time I tell myself I'm going to go slow and be gentle, her pussy milks me and she calls me Daddy. She looks at me with those innocent blue eyes, and I lose it, pounding into her like a rabid beast.
We've never used protection—not even the first time I took her. I can't bear the thought of anything between us, so it's no wonder we're expecting our second child. I love the sight of Layla’s tummy swollen with my seed. There's nothing hotter than seeing her pregnant and knowing I'm the one who bred her.
Doug finally came around to the idea of Layla and I being together. After seeing how in love we are, he grudgingly admitted that no one would take better care of her than me.
It didn't hurt that we gave him a grandchild pretty quickly. Doug is a huge softie for our little boy. In fact, he's keeping him this weekend so Layla and I can have some alone time.
Doug made some bad financial decisions in the past, but he's a great caretaker and a wonderful grandparent. We know our boy is safe in his hands. Doug struggles with the idea of a man his age with his daughter, but I think he's mostly gotten over it. We’re still friends, but we no longer talk babes or typical bro stuff.
Layla closes the door and turns back to me with a mischievous smile. She saunters over to me, her beautiful hips swaying and her belly gently rounded. My throat goes dry at the sight of her.
“Hey, Daddy,” she greets me with a sweet smile as she ropes her arms around my neck. “Is it time for your rub now?”
I nod my head seriously. “You already know it, baby doll. Daddy's aching.”
She pouts out her bottom lip and makes bedroom eyes at me. “Where? I’ll rub it for you and make it all better.”
I grab her hand and place it on my swollen cock. “Right here.” I squeeze myself with her hand.
Her eyes darken with lust, and she bites her lip. “You want me to rub you there?”
“Yes, baby. That'll make Daddy feel so good,” I croak.
Layla palms me through my pants. I throw my head back and groan at the delicious friction. “Fuck,” I murmur when I feel her unzip me. I fall out into her waiting hands, hot and heavy. My balls are full and already churning. It's been too long since this morning.
“Maybe if I kiss it, it'll make it feel better.” She blinks up at me.
“Fuck,” I grit, chest heaving as I take in strangled breaths. It’s always like this. Layla has me on the brink of madness. “Daddy would love that, princess.”
Layla falls to her knees and kisses the head of my cock, gently swirling her tongue around the tip, teasing me. I fist my hands into her hair as I hold her head still and thrust gently inside her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. My eyes roll back in my head, and I make myself stop.
She takes over, using both of her hands and her sweet lips to suck and jerk on me at the same time. I moan, a deep guttural sound, “Keep doing that, princess, and you're going to make Daddy come.”
“Come?” She looks up at me questioningly.
She's immersed in her role, and I don’t hesitate to give her exactly what she needs. I'll be her daddy anytime if that's what my girl wants. “Yeah, it's when you make Daddy feel good and white stuff spurts out of him.”
“Out of here?” She licks the slit of my cock, and I nearly come on the spot.
“Yes, baby doll, out of there.”
“I want to see it,” she says eagerly, pumping me.
“Keep doing that, and you will soon,” I growl, my balls drawing up and preparing to shoot their load.
Layla goes back to sucking on the head of my cock while jerking my length. I swell with the onset of my orgasm, but before I can warn her, she pops her lips off me, and I go shooting up into the air. Sticky ropes shoot straight up and fall in an arc onto her pretty face.