Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
BEAU
Today’s the day. I know I should probably wait, that it’s too soon, but I need to see my ring on Hailey’s finger like I need air.
I’m going to propose this morning.
It seems surreal that just a month ago, I thought I’d probably spend the rest of my life alone, most likely moving away when Hailey met someone and got married. I wasn’t planning to stick around to watch that. It would’ve killed me.
But because I’m the luckiest man on the planet, the only man she’s ever dreamed about marrying is me.
I swing my feet out of bed and tug on a pair of sweatpants, leaving my chest bare. Hailey’s already up, and I can smell coffee and maple syrup coming from the kitchen.
I grab the ring from my sock drawer—I moved it there once Hailey started cooking in my kitchen on a regular basis—slide it into the pocket of my sweatpants, and head into the kitchen.
Hailey’s standing at the counter with her back to me, her long, dark hair cascading down her back, tousled from sleep and sex.
She’s wearing the flannel shirt I left draped over the chair last night, and her legs are bare.
She arches up on her tiptoes to grab something from a shelf above her, giving me a flash of light pink panties.
Good god.
I lean against the wall, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty in front of me.
She’s an angelic vision in my kitchen, wearing my clothes.
This is what I want every morning for the rest of my life.
Hailey, here, with me. It feels right, like she’s meant to be in my life, in my home.
I feel a sense of peace, of happiness, that I’ve never really experienced before.
I’m so in love with this woman that it’s ridiculous.
I’m also turned on as fuck because she’s driving me nuts in that flannel shirt.
As if sensing my presence, Hailey turns around. The shirt is unbuttoned, revealing a tantalizing slice of skin right between her breasts. My gaze roams over her, taking in the hint of cleavage, her cute little belly button, the pink panties.
One word beats through my brain: mine.
The need to fuck courses through me, my dick hardening in my sweatpants.
Hailey smiles at me, eyes sparkling. “Morning, handsome,” she says, looking so sweet and beautiful that my chest aches. “I thought I’d make us some breakfast.” She gestures toward the bowl on the counter that looks like it contains pancake batter.
I push off the wall, stalking towards her.
“I’m hungry for something else right now, sweet girl,” I growl, my voice low and rough.
I reach for her, my hands gripping her hips as I haul her up onto the counter.
She lets out a soft gasp as I step between her legs, and I watch her eyes go soft and hot for me.
“But Daddy,” she whispers. “Breakfast.” She bites her lip, looking up innocently at me through her lashes.
“Need you more,” I murmur, leaning in to claim her mouth. She opens for me instantly, her tongue eager against mine as she melts into me. I can feel the heat of her cunt through the thin fabric of her panties, and I barely restrain myself from ripping them off, right this second.
I break the kiss and trail my lips down her neck, my hands roaming over her body. She arches into me, moaning softly. Her pulse jumps in her throat, her breathing a ragged pant. She’s already as turned on as I am, and it only makes me want her more.
I push open the flannel shirt and palm her breasts as I nibble at her jaw, my thumbs scraping over her hard little nipples.
She moans and spreads her legs wider, giving me access to everything I want.
Everything I need. I bring my mouth back to hers, kissing her slow and deep as I play with her nipples, teasing and plucking, rubbing and twisting.
“Beau,” she moans, her fingers spearing into my hair. “You make me feel so good.”
I kiss my way back down her neck, this time not stopping until I’ve got one of her pretty nipples in my mouth. I suck and kiss first one, and then the other, alternating back and forth until she’s writhing on the counter.
I spot the bowl of whipped cream off to the side, and a wicked idea forms in my mind. I dip my fingers into the cool, fluffy cream, scooping a generous amount on my fingers. Hailey watches me, her eyes wide and curious, her cheeks pink.
I bring my cream-coated fingers to her breasts, smearing the whipped cream over her nipples. She gasps and moans, her back arching, pushing her tits into me.
So eager, my girl. So fucking perfect.
I lean down, licking the whipped cream off her, swirling my tongue around her hard nipples, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her in my mouth.
“So fucking sweet,” I murmur against her, gently grazing my teeth over her nipple. “My own personal dessert.”
“Oh, god, Daddy,” she moans, nails scratching at my shoulders. I take more whipped cream and put it on her nipples, licking and sucking some more, cleaning her up thoroughly with my tongue.
I keep sucking and biting at her nipples as my hand slips between her legs. She’s so wet that I can feel it through her innocent little panties, and I rub her pussy over top of the fabric. “Gonna fill this up with cum, Hailey. Make you my sweet, messy girl as I breed you.”
She nods and whimpers, and I scoop up more whipped cream, this time trailing it over her gently rounded stomach.
She shivers as the cold cream hits her skin, goosebumps erupting.
I follow the trail with my tongue, licking and kissing every inch of her soft belly.
“This is where my baby’s going to go, Hailey,” I say, and I barely recognize my own voice, it’s so low and husky.
“Right here in your little belly. Going to fill you with my seed until you’re good and pregnant. ”
She whimpers, her hips bucking against me. The breeding talk is a big turn on for both of us, but we’re serious about it, too. We don’t use protection, and that’s a deliberate choice.
I peel her panties off, the scent of her arousal making my mouth water more than any food could right now. I drop to my knees, looking up at her. Her cheeks are the prettiest shade of pink, her eyes bright, her lips parted.
“Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” I kiss her thighs, taking my time. “Spread wider for me, sweet girl. Let Daddy see that pretty pussy.”
She whimpers and does as she’s told. I groan and grip her thighs, spreading her even wider. Her pink, glistening cunt blooms in front of me, already swollen and dripping. I lean in, inhaling deeply. “Your little pussy smells so good. I need a taste before I give you my cock.”
I lick around her tight little hole, then kiss my way up to her clit. She cries out, bucking against me, and I suck her swollen clit into my mouth.
“Oh, Daddy,” she sighs, and my control breaks.
The need to push her to the edge pounds through me, and I feast on the heaven between her legs, licking and sucking, kissing and nibbling.
I fuck her with my tongue, then move up to her clit, circling my tongue over it.
She’s writhing, panting, incoherent nonsense falling from her lips.
Her hands fist my hair as she bucks against me.
“That’s it,” I say. “Be a good girl and ride Daddy’s face. Use me to make that pussy feel good.”
She grinds against me, her movements desperate, needy. I slide two fingers inside her, crooking them to hit that spot that we’ve learned drives her wild. Given how often my cock is inside her, we’ve learned a lot in a short amount of time.
Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and I groan against her. “So fucking tight. So hot and wet. I need to be inside you. Need to fuck you, feel you. Need to make sure you’ve got a cum-filled pussy like Daddy’s good girl should.”
She moans loudly and then whines when I stand up. I shove down my sweatpants and my cock springs free, hard and ready. I grip her hips, pulling her to the edge of the counter.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Please,” she begs, winding her arms and legs around me. “Breed me.”
I slam into her, all control lost at her filthy words. She screams out, the sound echoing through the quiet kitchen. She’s so wet. So tight. So fucking perfect. I start to move, thrusting in and out of her, her little pussy obscenely stretched around me.
“Never thought I’d get to have this,” I grind out.
“Can’t believe you’re mine.” My balls slap against her ass as I fuck her relentlessly, her pussy gushing around me.
I’m old enough to be her father, and we both love it.
I love that I’m the only man she’ll ever know.
I love that I have my life together and can provide her with anything she’d ever want.
That I can take care of her in every single way.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, her heels pressing into my ass as I fuck her senseless.
A spatula falls to the floor as I slam into her.
The toaster rattles. Cups tinkle together in the cupboard above us.
I fuck her hard and deep, my thrusts merciless.
Being inside her is heaven. Where I belong. Always.
I can feel the walls of her pussy starting to flutter around me, her orgasm close. I grip her hips tighter, and fuck her harder, deeper.
“You feel so fucking good, Hailey,” I groan. “Such a good little girl for me, letting me fuck you so hard and rough.”
“I love it, Daddy. Wreck me. Make me sore. Please.”
I slip a hand between us and work her clit in quick, firm circles as I fuck her relentlessly. “Come for me, sweet girl. Come all over Daddy’s big cock. Milk the cum out of me like a girl who wants to be bred.”
Her body tenses, her back arching as she screams my name so loudly that my neighbours probably heard.
Her pussy clamps down on me, impossibly tight, pulsing, milking me.
It’s too much. It’s too fucking good, and I can’t hold back.
I thrust into her one last time, as deep as I can, and I start to come, putting my seed right up against the entrance to her fertile womb.
“Fuck, Hailey,” I groan as my cock pulses, spurting inside her, over and over again. “Breeding you, sweet girl. Take every drop of Daddy’s cum so we can make a baby. Gonna get you so fucking pregnant. Take it all.”
She moans, her pussy still fluttering around me as she clings to me.
I come and come and come, my vision going black around the edges, filling her up so much that it leaks out of her, dripping down her thighs.
The sight of my cock buried in her used little pussy, cum leaking out, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I kiss her, slow and deep, as we both come down. She’s soft and pliant against me, sated.
Wait. I came in here for a reason. I was a man on a mission, until I got distracted by my sexy as fuck girlfriend.
Hopefully soon to be sexy as fuck fiancée.
I pull back, looking into her eyes as I slip my hand into my pocket, my sweatpants still hanging low on my hips. She’s looking at me with such utter trust and devotion that it makes my heart stop for a full second before restarting.
“I love you, Hailey,” I say softly, my voice rough with emotion. I kiss her again, needing that connection. “I love you so fucking much.”
She smiles at me, her eyes bright. Shimmering. “I love you too, Beau. So much.”
I pull out the small silver ring box and pop it open.
My heart hammers in my chest, and I wonder if I should pull out of her before asking, but it feels right to be connected like this while I propose.
Given that I like to fall asleep with my cock buried inside her, it feels like us.
I hold the open ring box between us and her eyes go wide, her mouth open.
“Hailey,” I start, then clear my throat around the emotion clogging it.
“I never expected to have you in my life like this. I thought what I wanted was just a fantasy, destined never to come true. But now I have you, because by some miracle, you love me. And I love you more than I thought it was possible to love someone. I’ve known since that first night in that cabin in the woods, huddled together for warmth, that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
I want to build a family with you. A life.
I know we’ve only been together for a month, but I know what I want, and what I want is a future with you. One that we build together.”
“Brick by brick,” she whispers, and I press my forehead to hers. I’m shaking. Hailey’s crying, silent tears streaking down her cheeks.
“Brick by brick,” I echo shakily. “Will you marry me, Hailey?” My heart feels like it’s going to pound right out of my chest.
She nods, more tears spilling down her cheeks. “Yes,” she whispers, her voice raw. “Yes, Beau. I’ll marry you.”
Can a heart explode? Because I think mine’s on the verge. More happiness than I know what to do with floods my system, and I slip the simple solitaire on her finger with a trembling hand.
She looks at it, then looks at me, her eyes shining with a happiness I know is mirrored back to her in my own. She wraps her arms around me, clinging to me as she lets out a sob of joy.
“I love you, sweet girl. I’ve loved you in one way or another your entire life. And I’ll love you until the last breath leaves my lungs. I’ll love you forever.”
“Forever,” she sobs out, and then we’re kissing again, the outside world disappearing completely as a happiness unlike anything I’ve ever experienced wraps itself around us.
I might’ve been the one to rescue her from the storm, but deep down, I know the truth.
She’s the one who rescued me.