Chapter 11
Goldie
My mood takes a nosedive as Davis rifles through his dresser drawers and closet, pulling out and folding clean clothes to pack his duffel bag. It’s been on the decline ever since we got home from Lily’s appointment, and it worsens when Davis explains how long he’ll be on the road before he gets back home.
I swallow and try to keep the nervousness out of my voice. “A whole month? That’s…that’s a long time,” I say when Davis turns off the overhead light and climbs into bed beside me. By silent agreement, we’ve given up the ruse of pretending he’s going to sleep on the couch after Lily falls asleep. I have a direct view of her in the white crib across from the bed that Davis bought the day after he brought us home. I keep my eyes on her so Davis won’t see how worried I am in the dim light from Lily’s soft blue nightlight. “Is that usually how long you’re gone for?”
We always start on opposite sides of the bed, then roll into each other as the night progresses in our sleep. Tonight, though, Davis scoots into the middle and pulls me close, facing each other. He tips my head back with his fingers under my chin, something like regret in his expression. “Longer than that, usually.”
“Oh.” There my mood goes, dipping even lower. I don’t know why I feel like this, not after a week of knowing each other. I shouldn’t feel so…bereft…at the thought of him leaving and staying gone. I’ve clearly developed an unhealthy attachment to this stranger —sleeping in his bed, playing at being a couple, allowing him to pretend to be Lily’s dad as he pays for everything we need. It’s not right. We definitely need this time apart. Get back to a healthier mindset.
All that is thrown out the window when he sighs, slides his hand up to my cheek, and says, “I hate that I have to leave you and Lily. Hate it.” And then he kisses me. It’s just a small one—a peck on the lips. And yet, it leaves me feeling breathless. “But I need this job. I’m still paying off a few of Dad’s medical bills. And now…”
“And now us?” He nods, and the guilt crushes me. “I wish you hadn’t deleted my note.” I wish for so much more, like my dad not turning out to be such a heartbreaking disappointment. I would have felt guilty letting him pay for everything, too, but at least leaning on him for support until I could get a job would have felt natural. He’s my real family, after all. “I’m sorry you got saddled with us.”
Davis
“Saddled with you? Is that how you see it? That the universe just dumped you in my lap, and I have no say in it? That taking care of you is something I’m forced to do?” It takes effort to lower my voice back to a whisper after getting so worked up. Goldie tries to wriggle away, but I band an arm around her back and pull her against my chest.
“Well…yeah. It’s not like you asked for any of this. For the burden of—”
I grit my teeth to keep from snapping at her. “How’s your belly? Any pain or cramping?”
“No…” she says slowly. “Why do you—”
I roll Goldie onto her stomach beneath me, then sit up on my knees to straddle her calves, tug her pajama pants and panties down, then pull her hips up into the air.
“What are you—ow!” Goldie reaches back to rub her right asscheek right where I popped it.
“I’ll go easy on you,” I say as I knock her hand out of the way so I can squeeze and caress her deliciously round ass, careful not to let my thumbs dip too low between them since I know her ass and pussy are still tender and healing. “But I’m tired of you talking bad about yourself, and I can’t wait. Three more.”
“Davis!” I pop her left cheek, and she bites off a howl.
My blood heats, though I wish the lights were on so I could watch her skin pinken beneath my hands. “Right now, I’m not Davis, and you know it.”
“You can’t be serious!” Goldie puts up a good fight, trying to crawl out from under me, but I grip her waist to keep her in place, my cock a solid steel pipe in my sweatpants. “I was just teasing last time. I’m not going to call you—”
I pop her right cheek. “Yeah, you will, baby, if you want me to stop at four.” When she growls low in her throat with frustration, I pop her left cheek again and stop to rub the sting.
I lift my right hand, about to give her a fifth pop, when she yells with a huff, “Fine! Daddy.” I can feel her eyes roll, even if I can’t see them. So I pop her and lift my left hand. “Damnit, Davis! I said it! Why did you spank me again?”
I give her two more pops in quick succession. “Those are for your bad attitude, baby. New rules: Do not talk bad about yourself, and do not give Daddy attitude.”
Goldie whimpers when I pinch the bottom of her right asscheek where it meets her thigh, and for a horrible second, I think I’ve gone too far. But then she leans into my touch and moans, “Daddy.”
“Ah fuck, baby. Say it again, just like that.” I shove my sweatpants down and grip my cock when she does. I press my cockhead against her crack an inch or two higher up than her asshole, holding it there as I jack my shaft. “You have no idea how bad Daddy wants to fuck you right now. Push inside your pussy and fuck you raw.”
Goldie squeals and tries to crawl out from under me. “You can’t!”
So I pop her yet again. “I wouldn’t do that to you, baby. Never in a million years would I try to fuck you while you’re still recovering.” Goldie settles down, and I go back to fucking the tip of my cock right above her crack. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to.” I angle my cock down, barely brushing the tip against her snug pucker. I squeeze it, working more pre-cum out of my shaft, and swirl it around her asshole, breathing hard as I get closer to cumming.
I shudder when Goldie pushes her ass back firmly. It’s not enough to take my cock inside, but the bare heat is phenomenal. I moan her name and jerk my hips back to cum in ropes over her undoubtedly red asscheeks, then rub it all in. When I’m finished, I roll Goldie onto her back, then lower myself gently on top of her to kiss her slow and sweet.
“Fuck me, I’m already hard again, baby.” I trail a kiss across her jaw and down to her neck to bite the crook where it meets her shoulder. I slip my hand under her shirt and cup her tit, which is slightly wet from her leaking milk. I love that she doesn’t wear any of the new nursing bras I bought for her to bed. Love how her shirts get wet during the night. I slide down the bed a few inches to rub my nose against the tip of her nipple, inhaling her sweet scent.
Goldie slips her hand into my hair, moans, and arches her back. “Daddy,” she breathes out, and it’s so unbelievably sexy that I almost nut again.
“I wish there was something I could do for you.” I wish I could give her some kind of pleasure since I’ve gotten off dozens of times with all the masturbating I do in the shower, thinking about her. An idea pops into my head, and I lunge across the bed to grab my cell phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Googling.”
“Googling what?” she asks apprehensively.
“Fuck yes,” I whisper-shout before leaping off the bed to run into the bathroom, dick still hanging out of my sweatpants. I wash my hands and face in the dark, then jump onto the bed.
Goldie must have pulled her pants up when I was in the restroom, and I yank them down to her feet, along with her maternity panties.
“Googling what?” she asks a little louder. “What are you doing?” she squeaks out, fighting to pull her clothes back up.
I kneel on the fabric, grip her shins, then push her knees up and out. Lowering myself between her spread legs, I pet the curly hairs above her mound. So soft. “I’m going to eat your pussy, baby. You can have external stimulation, but not penetration.”
Goldie places both hands on my forehead and tries to shove me away. I just shake her hands off and swipe my tongue through the top of her slit, searching for her clit, barely registering the metallic taste. My cock aches to be touched, and I moan and fuck the mattress.
She whines and tries to push me away again. “Please, please, get up. This is so gross. I’m still bleeding!”
“There’s not a goddamn thing gross about you, baby. Not even your blood could turn me off.” Goldie trembles beneath me when I find her clit and massage it side to side with my tongue. I pull back an inch when she rips at my hair. “But if you really, really don’t want this—not because you think it’s gross, but because you don’t want me to get you off or if it hurts—then I’ll stop.”
Goldie hesitates, loosening her fingers in my hair…and I go fucking wild, tonguing and sucking her clit until she’s a panting, writhing mess, being careful not to let my tongue slip any lower toward her entrance.
“Davis, oh god, that feels…it feels—” She releases a long, breathy moan as her back arches off the bed. Her fingers, which were hell-bent on ripping my hair out earlier, now flatten against the back of my head to shove me into her pussy.
“You’re getting close, yeah?”
“Yes!”
“You want to cum, don’t you?”
She curls her neck and shoots me a questioning look when I back off, only giving her the lightest of licks. “Yes…?”
“Then beg Daddy to make you cum, baby.”
Goldie collapses back on the bed, shoves my face in her pussy, and begs, “Please, please, please, Daddy, make me cum.”
I palm her inner thighs to occupy my hands, so I don’t get caught up in the moment and accidentally force my fingers inside her, and then I use every trick in the book to make her cum so hard that she forgets to breathe as her belly caves in and her legs lock up around my head.
I lick her through her orgasm, then get to my knees, shove her shirt up past her belly button, and cum all over her stomach after stroking my shaft just once. Goldie gives me wide eyes and a look of horror, then slaps her hands over her mouth.
That’s not the reaction I was hoping for.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“Your face…blood. Oh god.”
“Baby…” As much as I want to collapse on my side next to her and kiss her into oblivion until we fall asleep, I climb off the bed with shaky legs. “I don’t give a shit about the blood, so there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. But we do need to clean up and get some sleep before Lily is up to nurse again.”
Goldie darts her eyes to the crib and then quickly scoots to the side of the bed while I help her up. She’s careful to hold the hem of her shirt up so it doesn’t get dirty with my cum. I steady her when she trips over her clothes still wrapped around her ankles, which she kicks off, and then I lead her into the bathroom. Closing the door behind us, I flick on the overhead light, and she gasps.
I grin when I look in the mirror. The lower half of my face is a mess, matching the mess I made between her thighs. Had I thought about doing this with anyone else, I probably would have gagged but with Goldie…everything about her is sexy. Goldie catches me looking at her in the mirror. She grimaces and hobbles over to the toilet.
We hold a staring contest, and she hisses, “Hurry up and wash your face so I can use the restroom.”
I turn on the tap and pump the hand soap, watching her from the corner of my eye. “Why are you just standing there?”
“I’m waiting for you to leave, duh,” she snaps with an attitude.
“That’s one,” I say with a wink, then close my eyes to finish washing up. I take my time and smirk when I slowly dry off, then pick up my toothbrush. I turn to face her while I brush my teeth at a snail’s pace.
She shifts from foot to foot with impatience. “Hurry up!”
“That’s two.” It’s garbled with the brush in my mouth, but I know she heard me just fine when she groans.
When I spit and rinse my mouth, then grab my bottle of mouthwash, she throws her hands up and sits with a thud on the toilet with her knees pressed together. “Can you at least not look at me? Please?”
“Sure, baby, since you asked so nicely.” She rolls her eyes, and I chuckle. “That’s three.”
Goldie wrinkles her nose and curses under her breath. I snort and turn to gurgle and spit out the mouthwash, only looking up once I hear the toilet flush. She joins me at my side to wash her hands, then uses a warm washcloth to clean my cum from her belly and ass, keeping her head down.
I lean against the closed bathroom door with my arms crossed and my eyes zeroed in on the beautiful pink handprints on her cheeks. When she’s done and finally drops her shirt, breaking my stare with her backside, I make no move to let her out.
She groans. “What is it now?”
I smirk. “Four. For the curse.”
She drops her head back, and I laugh quietly as I push off the door and gather her in my arms. She peeks up at me when I press a soft kiss to her lips, and she wraps her arms around my bare waist. I sway with her in my arms a few times, loving how she leans into me the longer I hold her.
Sliding my hands up to her jaw, I tip her head back and give her one more kiss. “Time for bed, honey.”
She flutters her pale lashes. “Ok, Daddy.”
And I’m hard again. This time, she’s the one who snorts as she flicks off the bathroom light and leads me by the hand to the bed. I change the bedsheets while she pulls on a clean pair of maternity panties and pajama pants so we can climb into bed together and get, god-willing, at least an hour of sleep before Lily wakes up.
I drag Goldie into the middle again to spoon her, and just as I breathe out a sigh of contentment when I bury my nose in her thick hair, already half asleep, Lily lets out a mewl.
“That’s what you get, Daddy, for not leaving the restroom.”
“Get what?” I ask, already climbing back out of bed to scoop Lily from her crib. I hum a lullaby as I snuggle her close but cough when I get a whiff of her dirty diaper.
Goldie laughs. “That.”