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I’m still the same girl you fucked while she was sleeping because she told you to be creative. I’m me. I am sad, and I am hurt, and I miss my husband. I crave him.
She reached for my hand and kept her eyes on me as she forced my hand down her pants.
I ache for you. Do you ache for me ?
A guttural sound rumbled from the back of my throat when I realized she wasn’t wearing any panties.
Yes.
Where do you ache for me ? She asked me the same question I asked her.
Everywhere. I groaned, giving her the same reply she gave me.
Please, Daddy, please fuck me. I miss you so much that it hurts. It hurts. She whimpered, grinding into my hand. God, use your fingers. Use all of them. She cried out. Tell me you miss me. Please, tell me.
I miss you so fucking much, baby. Fuck. So wet and needy for Daddy, aren’t you ?
She was so wet that three fingers slipped inside her with a loud squelching sound that had her moaning. I saw her eyes close in pleasure as she rode my fingers greedily. I couldn’t stop staring at her.
Usually, I was so fervent for her, for her sounds and assurance, but this time it was like she needed me to give her all the reassurance. I didn’t mind. I’d give her everything. I pushed my fingers in her harder, wanting to toss her over the edge.
The urge was overwhelming every other thought. I couldn’t think about anything else. Not when her cunt was drenching my hand. I felt her hands on my pants, and her hands were shaking as she undid the belt and zipper.
She whimpered, her movements halting as I thumbed her clit. Her nails dug into my forearm as she came all over my hand without warning. She trembled, and little shaky sounds stumbled out of her, and I leaned down to kiss her mouth.
Her hands went around my neck as she pulled me closer to her, and then she rolled us over, so she was on top. She took off her shirt and then helped me take my pants off.
Her hair fell like a curtain over her face as she dipped to leave kisses all over my chest, and then her hand wrapped around my stiff cock.
I sat up as she traveled further down and gathered her hair out of the way so I could watch her pleasure me. She didn’t tease, her mouth sucked on my tip, and she slowly eased me into her mouth until all I could hear was her choking.
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Elena, I won’t last. Please. I begged, my hands tightening in her hair. Climb on top of me, baby. Let Daddy fill you up.
She moaned around me, and I swear I whimpered as my hips bucked into her mouth shamelessly. I wouldn’t be able to hold back. I was close, and I knew she was still needy. I kept half-hooded eyes on her as she pulled out saliva and all, and my control snapped.
I yanked her to me and sat up to pull her to me so I could clean the spit off her mouth and chin. I held her by the throat, and without a word, she opened her mouth for me. I spit in it, and she was insatiable as she kept it open for me.
Tongue out, baby.
She obeyed, and I sucked her tongue and licked all over her mouth and lips.
Spit in my mouth again, Daddy. She begged.
With my hand on her throat, I picked her up and forced her down on the bed. I towered over her and spat into her awaiting mouth once again, and she closed her eyes in pleasure as she moaned.
Take your shirt off, Daddy. She whined as she reached for the hem of my shirt. I reached for the back of my shirt, yanked it over my head, and tossed it onto the ground. I love your body.
Her hands fell to my chest, and I pressed us into the bed to kiss her. Her hands explored and caressed every inch of my skin, and I couldn’t wait a minute longer.
Condom or no condom ? I asked, and she quivered beneath me.
Her breathing was harsh and heavy, and her heart rumbled beneath me.
No condom. She finally spoke. It’s okay. It’s okay. She reassured me, her hands cradling my face. We kissed as she spoke. I want you. Kiss. Need you. Kiss. I love you so much, baby.
That was the last straw. I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until I was buried deep inside her. She sobbed my name. I felt that emotion hit everywhere and wrap around my heart, body, soul, and mind, filling me with warmth and love.
I responded with my own shout of pleasure and rolled my hips, rocking into her. I grabbed her hand and placed it between us.
Feel me fucking you. I rasped. Feel how good Daddy fucks you.
She gasped and moaned, and I felt the brush of her fingers as I moved in and out of her. My movements sped up, deeper, harder until all we were doing was grunting and swearing. Her body was mine to worship and care for, mine to fuck and love.
Oisin, tell me you’re mine. She begged.
I groaned from the desperation lacing her command. I’m yours, Elena. All fucking yours.
She whimpered and then shouted as I rutted into her harder. The headboard slammed into the wall, and I could hear the bed creaking beneath us. Her head fell back, and her nails scraped down my back, goading me.
I need your bruises on my skin. She exclaimed. Mark me. I need it. Give it to me.
I leaned down and buried my mouth into her neck so I could suck and bite and taste. Skin slammed against each other so aggressively, and I don’t know if she was shaking or if we had become a blur.
I pressed her harder into the bed and left my mark on her hips like she wanted. She moaned my name into my mouth, and then her wetness coated my dick perfectly.
Her hands went over mine, her fingers interlacing with mine, and we shared a static kiss as her orgasm washed over her.
Take it all, baby. I panted. Take Daddy’s cum like a good little girl.
My trigger was that needy moan of my name from her mouth. I came hard and thick and sated her entirely with my cum. Her hands went around my waist as she urged me to lie down on top of her. So I did, and she sighed softly and ran her fingers through my hair and down my back.
I love you so much.
I love you so much more, I promised.
If we have a girl, I want to name her Stella. She spoke. I stayed soft inside her, rolled to the side, and reeled her flat to my chest.
I like that name. If it’s a boy ?
I want him to have a strong Irish name like his father. I want him to be strong-willed and handsome and have your eyes.
My brows furrowed. My eyes ?
I love your eyes, husband.
You flatter me, mo ghra amhain. I kissed the tip of her nose. Strong Irish names. I thought about it for a moment. There’s Declan and James. Rian means little king.
I like that. Rian Callahan. I want us to talk about this openly. She murmured. I want us to be okay with this, with each other, with moving forward but never forgetting our first.
I’m proud of you for bringing it up. I brushed my knuckles against her warm cheeks. You’ve been through so much. Look how strong and brave you are. Our baby will be with us in our hearts, and we’ll never forget him. He’s our angel now.
He is. She said, her voice cracking halfway, and I held her hand. It’s silly to miss him and love him, but I swear I dream of him sometimes. He has big blue eyes, light hair, chubby and rosy cheeks, and he’s so happy.
Her tears slipped down her cheeks, and I let her have this moment.
I love and miss him, too. He was our first, and we’ll always treasure him, mo ghra amhain.
She nodded and sniffled. Hold me until I fall asleep.