Chapter 4
Four
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H ands dipped into cherries, she looks good enough to eat as she leans over the kitchen counter to read her recipe. Pretending not to notice, I grab a pre-made sandwich from the fridge.
“Brahn? Sorry, but could you hand me the baking powder? It’s in that high cabinet. I can’t reach it.” Her blonde ponytail swishes as she tosses it over her shoulder and lifts a floured finger toward the shelf.
If she’d only stop wearing those short skirts, my cock could concentrate on something else. Something that wasn’t just her perky tits and round ass. The youthful glow of her cheeks.
Was Wolf right? Is she already pregnant with one of their kids?
“Grr, yeah.”
She shrinks back from me and I feel bad for the sound of frustration that escaped. April probably thinks she caused it, but it’s just the fact that I know she’ll run screaming as soon as I try to fuck her. Monster in my jeans scares many women away.
One of my palms steadies myself by slipping over her abs as I reach over her head and grab what she needs. An electric spark shoots between us at the touch and my dick gets even harder.
“Oh, my,” she says as I let it brush against her behind.
It’s been years since I’ve been with a woman and just having April this close to my body is enough to make me want to…
“Brahn…” Her breathy whisper fills the empty house as I slip a hand under her skirt and slide it up.
“I-I don’t think I can wait anymore,” I mutter. Mainly to myself.
“Then go for it.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, cupcake. If I fuck you, I’ll tear you up inside. I got a big dick and you got a tiny hole.”
The erotic sound that she makes is enough to make me grip my erection through my jeans, pinching the head to keep it from seeping through my boxers.
“I want to try…”
My hand lingers over her bare ass cheek and I wheeze with anticipation knowing she isn’t wearing panties per Jack and Wolf’s request. She squirms a little, shifting more onto her hands, which hold the counter like she’s going to fall forward into the pie she’s making us. As she grabs a dish towel, I slap her hand away, grab it and shove a cherry coated digit inside my mouth, sucking every bit of the sticky juice off.
“Tastes so good. Get up here.” She yelps as I grab her waist and spin her around before plopping her ass right in the flour.
Her skirt flies up and I kneel in front of her, then shove it out of my way. Even on my knees, I’m taller than I need to be, so I lean in, wasting no time, and eat her like she’s my dessert.
“Oh my god, Brahn!”
“Like cherries. My favorite.” I say, in between nibbles on her clit, shoving my tongue inside her pussy, then licking up to the apex where I flick and pulse in rhythmic motions. “I love eating pussy.”
It sounds like I’m slurping up one of her milkshakes the way I ravish her sloppily. My thick fingers make their way to her entrance and she holds a breath as I slide one in, then a second. She’s soaked. And tight .
“Oh, my,” she huffs out.
“Cupcake, you better get use to this. Not sure I can even fit the head inside.”
“Pl-please, Brahn!”
The zipper causes an indention on the shaft of my cock, which is ready to explode. I hurriedly unbutton, then release myself, giving it a much needed firm stroke.
“Yes!” she screams.
April pulls my head deeper between her thighs, which shake and quiver as she explodes on my face. While she’s still throbbing on my finger, I pull it out, then stand and coat the crown of my dick in her wetness.
Meeting her beautiful big eyes, I tug her hips forward a bit for a better angle. “I can’t last… I won’t last.”
The heat of her envelops my pulsing dick, which seeps with the need to come. And I do. I barely fit the tip inside of her. She squeals, clamps down, and the vibrations of her discomfort send shockwaves of pleasure through my body until I shoot reams of cum into her tight tunnel. My palms hit the counter on either side of her as I almost lose my balance.
“Oh, fuck.”
“That-that’s so big , Brahn. I don’t think…”
“Just hold on a second. One second, cupcake, please .”
She freezes as I let my head hang on her chest, gathering up as much breath as I can. When I lift my eyes to gaze into hers, our lips almost meet, but I pull back. “So sorry,” I whisper against her face.
“Why?”
“For being too quick. For being too big.”
Her soft palm strokes my bearded face and she pulls me up to look at her. “You don’t need to be sorry at all. I enjoyed myself. Didn’t you?”
A hushed laugh snorts through my nose. “Yeah, of course.”
“Then, if you want to try again, we can.”
She’s so soft and sweet, I want to kiss her, but that seems like something that would scare her off. Not sure I can kiss a woman without hurting her anyway. As if she senses my desire, she presses her tiny mouth against my cheek and wiggles against my softening cock.
I take a step back and stuff myself inside my jeans. “Hope I didn’t ruin your pie.”
Taking a flour covered finger, she taps the end of my nose. “I like to see you laugh, Brahn. And, no. You didn’t ruin anything. It’ll be ready in about an hour.”
Using the opportunity, I sneak away and head outside for some fresh air. I can’t stand being indoors most of the time unless I’m reading a book. Wolf is painting the garage before it starts raining, so I help him by picking up a brush. His grin irritates me.
“You finally did it?”
My jaw clenches in reply to his question. He doesn’t need to know.
“Well, well, well. Good for you big man. How’d she take it?”
I grunt, not wanting to tell him a damn thing. “How about you focus on the work?”
“You disappointed her, huh? Didn’t get it in?”
“I got enough in. She’ll be ripe with my child soon.”
“You sure about that?” Jack asks as he wanders up with some more paint cans. He glances at the sky, but the weather is still holding up enough for us to get this done today.
“I switched the pills. Bet she’s ovulating by now. Her pussy is certainly wet enough that she probably is,” I say, licking some remnants of what I just did off my beard.
Wolf slaps my flannel shirt covered arm with his paintbrush and I look at the blue stripe with irritation. “See? See how she belongs with us now?”
Thinking back to a few minutes ago, her cheery nature while she made that pie for us. Watching her move. The way she was so willing to try. Her utter sweetness, just like her pies…
“Yeah. I see it.”
“Wow. Brahn’s in love, too,” Jack says with a big smirk while helping cut in around the side door.
I drop the paintbrush and straighten up. My hands land on my hips as I assess the two of them. “You both are?”
They eye each other, but don’t say anything. Which means, they’re probably like me. The flashing sign is down and the train is coming. We’re all falling for the same woman.
My heart does something weird inside when I think about April. Her disposition. The way she’s been caring for all of us. “She is perfect for us, you know?” I say to them and they both give small, dreamy smiles and nod. “And I’m sleeping with her tonight.”
“What do you mean?” Jack stops painting long enough to hold his paintbrush out at me like a weapon.
“I mean, I’m sleeping in her bed tonight.”
“Who says you can?” Wolf interrupts, stiffening as if he could take me.
“Me. I haven’t slept in her bed and that’s what I’m doing.”
“Well, I’m joining you,” Wolf says. I know he goes in there to come in her at night.
“Not tonight. Tonight, it’s just me and her.”
“Maybe April should decide,” Jack says.
We all glance at each other. “Fine.” I relent.
The three of us march toward the back kitchen door, paint smears and all. When we enter, she gasps and shakes her finger at us. “Stop! Don’t come in here dirty! I cleaned the floor!”
It smells of some pine cleaner and soap. The countertops are now clear and gleaming in the bright sunshine, but the old brown floor tiles stay murky all the time. They look okay, but maybe she’ll want to redecorate. Girls like that stuff.
Jack calls to her over my shoulder. “We want to know who you want to sleep with tonight.”
“Sleep with? I thought I didn’t have a choice,” she says, leaning a hip against the butcher block island.
“This is just to sleep with,” Wolf says.
It’s like we gave her a birthday present all over again the way her face lights up. “You mean, you want to cuddle with me and stuff.”
My cheeks heat up as she says it because it’s so fucking cute and it’s exactly what I want. I cross my arms and clear my throat. “Yeah. So you gotta pick.”
“Are you going to rotate?”
“Huh?” Jack asks her.
“Are you three going to do a scheduled night with me? Like tonight is someone’s and the next night is someone else’s. But I still get Sundays off?”
“Yep,” I grit out.
She contemplates a choice, stroking her chin carefully and dramatically as if she knows she’s teasing us. We’re like dogs waiting for a treat.
“I want Brahn tonight. Jack tomorrow. And Wolfie the next.”
The two men behind me groan and I smile the biggest grin I have in years. “You got it, cupcake.”
By the time bedtime rolls around, I snag my pillow, red flannel blanket, and history book with a little book light so I don’t bother her, then head to her room. With a small tap on the door, I wait until I hear, “Come in.”
She’s sitting on her bed in a purple nightgown that makes my dick hard just looking at her. “Oh, you brought stuff… and you’re wearing…”
Her eyes scan my body and I look down. “Just my usual.”
“Tighty whities, huh?”
“They’re comfortable,” I tell her, then toss my blanket over both of us as she slips under the sheets and I get in next to her. I never thought about what kind of underwear she may like. “Do you want me to wear something else?”
She rolls over and places her hand on my bare chest, sending sparks of electricity straight to my heart. “No. I think it’s cute.”
“ Cute ?”
“Yeah. I like it.” She giggles when I press my lips to her nose and the sound makes my skin tingle. “How do you want me?”
“I want you to relax, my girl. Just like this, on my chest. Snuggle up. I get hot, though. I’m going to read while you lay on me.”
“You got it, Brahn.”
Something inside me makes me warm up to her even more. I snare an arm around her waist and hoist her up so her face is tucked into the side of my neck. Then, I press my lips to her head and murmur, “Will you call me Daddy Brahn?”
The hairs on my chest flutter as she gasps. “Okay, Daddy Brahn.”
My cock surges underneath the covers, but I try to hold off on acting on anything. I want to enjoy my girl right now in a relaxed state. Just enjoy having her soft skin coat my body as she drifts off to sleep.
And as I pick up my book, turn off the lamp, then read by my little light, she does. But I give her forehead a kiss every time I turn the page.