“Fuck, your pussy is something else,” he grunted.
“Tell me, handsome. Tell me how it feels.”
“So fucking tight,” he growled, thrusting a little faster, “And so fucking hot. You got a mini furnace somewhere in there?”
“That’s all you, handsome. You make me so fucking hot and wet. I’m going to need a drawer filled with just panties because I’ll need to change them all the time.”
He chuckled before kissing me, running my hands up to his back as I wrapped my legs around him, resting my ankles on his lower back. I moaned louder as he sank even deeper, not enough to hurt but no man had been as deep. “Fuck, I’m sorry…”
“Why, handsome?”
“Because I’m close to filling you already.”
“Mark, we have the next three days to make love and fuck. If you need to cum, then cum in me. You’ve already rocked my socks off.”
Feeling him cum inside me this time meant so much more. Again, my mind went into overdrive, wondering how it would feel when I was fertile and we were trying for a baby. Then I thought about being pregnant with our child. Before I knew it, I had my limbs wrapped around him, not wanting him to pull out. He seemed to understand, as although he’d stopped moving, he was soon thrusting into me again.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I moaned, “My boyfriend has a big cock.”
“I like the sound of that, the boyfriend bit,” he whispered into my ear.
I ended up on top of him again, and I couldn’t get enough of riding his cock. Then his hands were all over my body and it sent me over the edge more than once. When I leaned forward, feeling his strong hands on my arse, that was the first time I could say he fucked me properly. He finally came inside me a second time, and that set off yet another orgasm, collapsing onto his chest, feeling his arms immediately wrap around me, smiling to myself as I felt safe in those arms.
He had an en-suite bathroom so he carried me to the shower stall. He washed my body and then did the same for my hair. It was so intimate, I barely stopped myself crying yet again. I worried he’d think I was overly emotional, but I think he already understood how much I needed a night like this, and how much I needed a man like him.
After ringing into work the next morning, stating he was taking a day off, he took his girls to school while I figured out his kitchen. By the time he returned, I had breakfast cooking. His face lit up as he saw me wearing one of his t-shirts and nothing else. Breakfast was delayed as I ended up on the counter, my legs spread wide as he buried his cock inside me.
“Love you,” he grunted, “Definitely love you.”
“Definitely need to talk,” I grunted in reply, “I wasted six months.”
He filled my pussy, lowering me to the floor, asking me not to clean up as he loved to know his cum was dripping out of me. We ate breakfast sharing glances and smiling like loved up fools. As soon as we finished, I walked towards his bedroom, taking off his t-shirt and leaving it on the floor, glancing back to see him following me with a look in his eyes.
By the time his girls got home from school later that afternoon, we’d worn each other out. We finally showered and dressed as he knew what time they’d get home, snuggling into him on the couch when they walked through the door.
“Hello, Daddy,” they stated in unison, both of them kissing his cheek, “Hello, Melissa.”
When they kissed my cheek, I was almost overcome at the sheer fact they’d already accepted me into their lives. “Got any homework, girls?” he asked.
“Nothing urgent,” Hannah replied first.
“More assignments than anything, and they’re not due for another few weeks,” Katie added.
“Okay. Fish and chips tonight?” That excited both of them. “We’ll watch a movie together too.”
“It’s okay if you and Melissa…”
“No, please, I’d like to spend time with you,” I stated, “I’m hoping I’ll get to know you both.”
It was the right thing to say as, after they’d dropped their bags in their bedrooms and changed, they joined us on the couch as we watched a medieval themed series on one of those streaming services. I rarely watched much television, so although it was interesting, I was more focused on the man I snuggled into. I noticed Hannah cuddling to his other side, with Katie cuddled into her sister.
I almost felt guilty, wondering if I’d taken Katie’s spot next to her father.
Mark said he’d go collect dinner, leaving me with his daughters. As soon as they left, I was gently interrogated by them.
“Do you love our father?” Hannah asked I smiled and nodded. They both smiled at me. “Good. Daddy needs someone to love him. We knew he had feelings for you.”
“How old are you?”
“I’m thirty-one, Katie.”
“Any children?” I shook my head and I needed to look away for a moment, lowering my eyes. Before I knew it, I had a young woman cuddling me to either side. “Do you want them with Daddy?” Hannah wondered.
“I don’t know. We need to talk about a lot of things in the future. All I know is that I love him, and I wasted six months because I was scared.”
“Do you want to marry him?”
“Maybe one day in the future, Katie. What about you two? Can you handle sharing your father with me?”
“Melissa, we know daddy loves you,” Hannah explained, “He’s been lost the past six months. He was dating but we could see it didn’t mean as much. Taking us to school this morning, he had a smile on his face we saw whenever he would come home after seeing you. That’s when we knew he was in love with you.”
“I knew I loved him but there’s a long story to why I am the way I am and…”
I was cuddled by them again. “We hope it works out for you,” Katie whispered, “We just want to see daddy happy again.”
He returned a few minutes later, gathering around the kitchen table, sharing out chips, potato scallops, fish cakes and fish cocktails. We filled our bellies before returning to the living room, Mark bringing in soda, potato crisps and lollies, as we ended up watching a couple of movies together. It was late by the time the second movie finished.
I learned that he always wished his daughters goodnight. Not tucking them in, but he hugged and kissed them. When they asked for a hug from me, I couldn’t stop smiling. Returning to his bedroom, we simply resumed what we’d been doing earlier that day, making love until we enjoyed a final orgasm together. Spooning back against him, I know I went to sleep with a smile on my face and love in my heart.
The rest of the weekend was almost like a dream. Yes, we made love each night, but it was like I was immediately accepted as part of the family. The girls wanted to go shopping and asked if I’d like to go with them. Mark drove us to the shopping centre and he quite happily followed us around, the girls coming to me for style tips and asking for advice whenever they were trying things on.
Mark paid for our lunch at a nearby restaurant, pretty much ordering me to put my nurse away. “It’s my treat today,” he assured me, “But thank you for offering. When we date alone, then we’ll figure it out each time.”
Returning home later that afternoon, his daughters thanked me by hugging me again. Mark then asked if I wanted to spend the late afternoon in the pool. I smiled and agreed, as I could show off the bikini I had for him. Changing in on the en-suite, I walked out to show off my very small red bikini. Watching his eyes light up had me grinning, ready for him to just throw me on the bed and fuck me. Instead, he picked me up, lifting me over his shoulder, and carried me outside.
“In the pool?” he asked.
“No! No! No!”
“I’m thinking in the pool.”
“Mark! No!”
I thought he was going to throw me, but instead he lowered me down, had my legs around his waist. Then he grinned and jumped in. I squealed before closing my mouth as we hit the water. He helped lift my head out of the water, hearing him chuckle. I opened my eyes to see him returning such a cheeky grin, I couldn’t help but kiss him.
Then I dunked his head.
His girls joined us, wearing bikinis more suitable for young women their age. Mark and I behaved in front of them, though the four of us played around, and the one sound was laughter. We only got out when the sky started to darken, Mark suggesting we shower together before he started to think about dinner. The shower ended up being me backed against the tiled wall, Mark on his knees as he feasted on my pussy to at least a trio of orgasms.
“Daddy, is it okay if we go to a sleepover tonight?” Katie asked a little later.
“Who with?”
Hannah glanced at me and winked. I knew this was very last minute, their way of giving us privacy.
“Sofia’s place.”
“Need me to drive you over?”
“Yes, please.”
“Okay, let me know when you need collecting in the morning.”
Mark had me accompany them as he drove them to their friend’s place. We dropped them off and, as soon as we were on our way back home, his hand was on my thigh, working its way up to my panties. I asked if he knew a spot where we could act like teenagers and take part in backseat nookie. His eyes lit up as he turned away from the house.
Being fucked in the backseat on a car was a rite of passage I missed growing up. It was uncomfortable, hot and… perhaps some of the hottest sex I’d had in my life. When he pulled out and came on my body, I made sure I didn’t wipe myself down, ensuring I sucked his cock afterwards to clean him up.
I gave him my panties and had him drive me home naked, giggling as I ran from the car to the front door. We spent the rest of the night fooling around. When he bent me over the side of the couch, grabbing my ponytail while slamming my pussy, I came so hard, I almost passed out on him. I have no idea what time we finally fell asleep, but I’d taken cum in my mouth, on my body, and in my pussy.
“Are you interested in anal, handsome?” I asked sleepily.
“Well, I mean, yeah. I think any red-blooded male wants to try it.”
“You’ve not done it before?”
“No.”
“Good. We can do that for the first time together. Not tomorrow, though. You’re filling up my pussy again tomorrow.”