Chapter 25 #3
“Yes, I wanted to try it out. I’ve been thinking of a nickname.
Bella is too feminine for her and too cliché.
We can’t have Belle, which is another nickname I found on the Internet.
But when I came across Isa, I thought that it fits.
Queen Isabella was a strong woman who shirked patriarchy and I see Isa growing into a strong woman. What do you think?”
“God, tesoro. I think that I have to marry you. Maybe in Italy when Mamma and Frank come to visit. I love you so much. I can’t begin to express my gratitude for you.”
“I love you, too, Daddy.” Mamma and Frank had gotten used to me calling Ethan, Daddy.
After doing it accidentally a few times, Ethan told a half truth.
He’d explained that we used to kid around about him being my sugar daddy because he supported us and then it became an endearment.
They accepted the explanation and actually Frank had teased me about it every now and then.
“Daddy, you never answered me. Do you like Isa? And am I using the Italian translation correctly?”
“You’re saying it perfectly. The ‘I’ sounds like double ‘ee’ as in see. The ‘s’ is soft like in vision, and the stress is on the first syllable.”
“What do you think, Mamma?” When I turned to her, she had a wistful smile as her gaze lingered on Daddy and me.
“I agree that you should never let each other go. You’re perfect together. And Isa will be the luckiest little girl alive to have you as parents. Besides, everything you said made sense, Jude.”
Isa began to whine, which turned quickly into crying. “Mamma, not now because I’d like to talk to Ethan. But I’d appreciate you showing me how to feed her.”
“Of course,” Mamma said.
Daddy grabbed my hand. “Mamma, I need to go home and get work clothes for tomorrow. I have an early appointment with Artemis.”
“Let me clean the kitchen first,” I protested.
Mamma waved us off. “There’s hardly anything to do, Jude. Go with Ethan and I’ll see you later. After Isa eats, she’ll sleep for a few hours. Be back in time to watch her while I make dinner.”
“You got it,” Daddy said and dragged me behind him as he made a beeline for the front door.
We took my car so we could unpack it, and I’d switch my clothes out for clean ones that were in my duffle. Holding hands as Daddy drove, he asked, “What made you change your mind about adopting? You did a one-eighty.”
“When I thought about Gabby not wanting her and you and Mamma discussing her fate like she was a decorative house gift no one knew where to put…” I studied Daddy’s profile and waited for him to glance my way.
“Ashamedly, you’re right, tesoro. That’s exactly what we sounded like.”
“Well, I thought about my relationship with my parents. How everything was about what my mother wanted. She refused to come across the wrong way with family or friends but ignored what was best for me. As a result, it took to me until my mid-thirties and gazing at you in the confessional to find my spine.”
“You helped me find my way, too, tesoro. I’d still be groveling in guilt if you hadn’t given me a second chance.”
“And that’s exactly why our little bird with her fluttering arms, waiting to grow and fly, deserves more.
Plus, even I don’t really understand, Daddy.
” I contemplated the moment I laid eyes on her.
“There was something about her that shot straight to my heart. Maybe it was seeing you in her. Her toasty skin tone, and I just know that she’s going to have your green eyes.
The fact that she trailed after my touch with her still unseeing eyes.
She claimed me just the way you have, Daddy. ”
“Fuck, baby. I’ve never wanted you more, both physically and emotionally. You have my heart as well.”
Ten minutes later, we were in the elevator tearing at our clothes, having left all my stuff in the car to unload later. As soon as we were inside the apartment, it was about Daddy unloading in my hole.
“I need you, Daddy,” I said, pushing my tongue into his mouth.
He growled and took control, deepening the kiss and stripping off my clothes with desperate precision. The same passionate exactness that made him amazing with the elite vehicles he worked on.
Panting and pulling off long enough to yank off my jeans, briefs, and socks, Daddy tossed me onto the bed. Hovering over me, his dark skin glistening with a sheen of sweat and his stiff cock leaking, I asked him, “Daddy, are you going to take me apart like you do a shiny red Maserati?”
Gazing into my eyes, he moved his torso back and forth, sliding our cocks together with each pass. My cock dribbled with pre-cum, as did his and pretty soon our dicks were slathered, making the glide erotically smooth.
Creamy and satiny, I reached down and swiped pre-cum onto my index finger and put it in my mouth. Then holding Daddy’s face, I brought his lips down to me. I fed him our pre-cum, meeting each thrust of his tongue.
“That’s my baby slut. Feed Daddy more before I ravage your body. Your sexy, fucking body with the biggest heart.”
When I went for more pre-cum, I teased his slit with my fingernail on one hand and rolled his balls in my palm in the other, groaning at the buzz of need spreading through me like wildfire.
Grabbing my wrists, he lifted them above my head, ordering, “Don’t move them.
” Then he licked down the side of my face, nibbled at my ear lobe, and began sucking one hickey after another down my neck.
He left a lash of saliva over my Adam’s apple, as if reminding me who I belonged to.
I fucking did belong to Ethan Fuller. I knew from the beginning despite my shortcomings, doubts and mistakes, that he continued to love and worship me.
Lowering his face, he sucked on my nipples, twisting and extending the sensitive nubs until I writhed uncontrollably.
“Just think how these sexy buds would feel with barbells through them,” he ground out, voice thick with lust. He bit down hard on one and then the other and sucked hickeys onto the aureola.
“God Daddy… shit… oh, fucking shit… don’t make me come. My balls are…”
He twisted each nipple until I thought he was going to rip them off. And maybe for the first time, I truly understood the precarious, exquisite tightrope of pain and pleasure. Because this pain made me hungry for more.
“Barbells,” I said hoarsely. “I want more, Daddy. Give me more.”
Daddy’s cock seemed to grow longer at my words, and he covered my torso with splayed hands.
I jerked as he dug his fingers into the dips and planes of my flat abs.
And then he squeezed my balls, making me howl as he suckled the tip of my cock.
“Are you evolving into a little pain whore? I’d love to give you small doses of pain.
The good kind that catapults you into subspace. ”
“I-I… shit…” How did he expect me to have coherent words? “Daddy, can I move my hands?”
“Yes,” he purred and pushed my legs into my chest so that my hole was his for the taking.
I didn’t care that I didn’t have experience being with other men. Because this one—my Dom and my Daddy—was overwhelmingly more than enough.
Getting the lube, he squirted some on his fingers and rubbed circles on my belly, then he massaged the rim of my hole.
His fingers were firm and glorious as he sank past the first ring of muscle, scissoring inside me.
He added a second and third in quick succession, easily finding my prostate, making me whine and keen and beg for mercy.
“Please, Daddy, fuck me.”
“I am fucking you,” he cooed as he pistoned his fingers in and out of my hole; I was more than prepared to take his cock.
“Please,” I begged, fisting the sheets so I didn’t thrash around like a wild animal.
When he yanked his fingers out, he immediately thrust his cock in halfway. “I’m hungry for you, too, baby. My baby slut. Are you ready for all of me?”
“Yes, Dadd—”
He speared me with his thick rod at the same time he claimed my mouth, cutting off any words. He ravaged my mouth, plundering with his tongue at the same level of ferocity that he railed me. Pulling out until the tip of his cock was about to break free, he rammed back in.
Groans, loud grunts, and mewls flew out in a rush as I clawed at his back. He didn’t ease up as he pinned my hips against his sweat-slicked skin, swallowing all my sexy noises and pausing only to tell me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me.
“Baby, I’m ready to blow. Pump your cock. I want us to come together.”
“I’m so close,” I whimpered.
Matching my pace with his, the force made my back arch, my toes curl, and my vision blur as sparks of electricity exploded behind my lids.
“Fuuucck,” Daddy howled. “Motherfucker,” he called hoarsely, his throat raw, as if he’d deep throated me. He continued to curse though his release, shaking his head and seemingly attempting to come down as the aftershocks continued for seconds longer.
Even in my blissed out semi-consciousness, I reveled in his warm, sticky seed filling me. Daddy started to ease my legs down when I called, “No, not yet, Daddy. Let your cum sink deep inside me.”
He hadn’t pulled out of me yet so he said, “I’ll stay inside you as long as you want, baby,” as I felt him slide a pillow under my ass. Only then did I lower my legs, but I refused to stretch them out.
He flopped next to me on his side and chained me, arms around my waist. “I think we topped our number one fuck yet.”
“I agree,” I said, still cum-drunk. Obsessed with his cum, I swiped some from the thin stream leaking out around Daddy’s soft cock. “Mmm,” I moaned as I sucked my fingers.
Daddy leaned over and licked my fingers. When he was done, he pressed featherlight kisses to my eyelids, my nose, and my mouth. “Are you happy that you came back with me from Oceanside?”
I stroked his stubbled chin, the side of his face.
“Very much, Ethan. And I say that with all my heart. I-I thought…” I squeezed my eyes shut as if trying to see into my own soul.
“I thought when I saw Isabella it would be the trigger that really made me run. But the very instant that I gazed at her, I saw you, Daddy. And I fell in love with her the same as I fell overwhelmingly in love with you. The power of my feelings was like none I’d ever experienced.
Almost as if you bred me and I birthed her. ”
Tears dropped from Daddy and he did nothing to wipe them away.
Instead, he pressed his face to mine, our cheeks connected with sweat and tears.
“The guardian angel that I saw in church under the glow of stained glass will always be how I first saw you. You are like an angelic mother, tesoro. I saw how tenderly you touched her, with such gentleness. And as long as we’re in Italy at least, you’ll be the mother and dad to her. ”
“This might sound crazy, but I feel that I was meant to live in celibacy until I met you. I can’t imagine loving you more, and being our little bird’s mother feels right.
Like all the months of last year trying to figure out what kind of job I wanted and what I should be doing that made me happy…
Nothing felt right.” I kissed his lips and his cheeks until he looked at me.
“This feels right, Daddy, like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. ”
Daddy eased his cock out and urged me to sit up. He adjusted so he was facing me. “Jude, I meant what I said earlier about wanting to marry you. I want us to adopt Isabella and be a family legally.” His voice grew hesitant, like he was nervous. Taking my hands, he asked, “Would you marry me?”
“Are you asking me? Because that sounds not quite direct.”
His mouth drew up in a slow smile. “Jude, will you marry me?”
“Yes, Ethan, I want to marry you. But I have a request.”
“Anything, tesoro.”
It was my turn to be hesitant. Feeling a blush bloom on my cheeks, I asked, “Would you let me take your name?”
“God, of course I want you to take my name, baby. And I really want to do the proposal properly with the ring and all.”
“No Daddy, please don’t ruin this moment. I definitely want a ring, but this is when we became a family. I don’t care that we’re sitting in cum and sweat, doing it again would be false and mock the here and now. I love our journey, and I want to continue doing things our way.
“Considering Isa is not ours, when are we able to take her home? Because I’d like to sleep here after tomorrow, I need Mamma to mentor me with everything I need to know before I feel comfortable enough to take on full responsibility.”
“I’d looked into the rules after Gabby said she didn’t want her. Until the adoption papers are legally submitted and finalized, there’s a thirty-day waiting period. Will that give you enough time?”
“Yeah, that would be perfect. Are we telling Frank and Mamma today?”
“We’re going to have to, since Mamma is her caretaker. And if you don’t mind, I’ll call Gabby and take her to dinner tomorrow after work. I don’t want to stretch it out until Saturday.”
“I think that’s the right thing to do. How about the fact that you proposed to me?”
“That’s up to you, tesoro.”
“An adoption and a proposal are big events so I’d like to celebrate them separately. And in the meantime, we can get the ring.”
Daddy shoved me onto my back. “Are we done with talking?”
My cock was taking interest as Daddy’s bobbed against mine. “What did you have in mind this time around?”
Never breaking eye contact with me, he slid down my body and swallowed my growing erection in one fluid move.
“Daddy,” I gasped, my head spinning with both the physical pleasure and the floaty, emotional feelings of being in love with two people.
In love in ways that didn’t make one feel less than the other.
God, I’d been so na?ve to think that I’d be in second place to an infant.
Which made the turnaround so much more ironic.
“Daddy, fill me up. I love you. Make me yours.”
“Anything, baby,” he said, hovering over me. “You are my one and only. The love of my life above all else—from now through eternity.”
Daddy’s sentiment came as if he’d read my mind. And maybe he had because he always knew what I needed. “Say it in Italian, Daddy.”
“Ti amo da ora fino all’eternita.”
“One day I’ll be able to repeat it in Italian.
But for now…” Gazing up at Daddy, I saw the depth of his deep love for me and felt his words settle in me, assured that we’d be declaring our love for all the years of our lives.
“You are my one and only. The love of my life above all else—from now through eternity.”