Chapter 28
Sourdough Daddy
? All I Need To See - Mitch Rossell
Griffin
Baby Daddies
Me: My dick is about to fall off.
Wilder: You too? Liv wants it 24/7
Jaxon: I don’t see the problem here. Just use your tongue.
Me: Tried it. My tongue is about to fall off.
Jaxon: Only one option left. Let her peg you.
I come up behind my stunning wife. She’s standing in the mirror at the foot of our bed, wearing nothing but her bra and panties.
Our bed.
As of last week, this place belongs to her, too. I wanted her to feel at home, so we redesigned my bedroom to look like hers did at her old place with a few minor changes.
I skate my hands down her bare shoulders. “What are you looking at?”
Angie sighs, tracing a finger along her pronounced bump. “More new stretch marks.”
I press my lips to the sensitive spot behind her ear, eliciting a shiver. “Do you want to know what I see when I look at them?”
She locks eyes with me in the mirror and nods.
Snaking my hands around her body, I trace a faint pink line close to her belly button.
“I see the first time I felt her kick.” I move my hand to another one, lower this time.
“I see her first smile.” And another. “Her first steps.” Finally, to the one she’d trailed her finger over only seconds ago.
“The first time she calls me daddy. I see your body changing and making room for our little girl to grow and thrive.”
She glances over her shoulder, misty-eyed. “Girl?” she chokes out.
“You convinced me,” I admit. “But it doesn’t matter either way. She already has half of my heart.
A flash of insecurity crosses her features, an uncommon occurrence for Angelina. Her vulnerability is often hidden beneath a layer of confidence and surety that she wears like armor. “And the other half?” she asks.
“Yours,” I murmur.
Her breath hitches slightly.
My lips ghost over the shell of her ear as I glide my hand across the swells of her breasts, attempting to distract her from the emotional weight of the moment. “Do you want to know what else I see?”
She leans her head back against my chest, a slight smile tugging at her pink lips as she watches me intently in the reflection. “Tell me,” she says breathily.
“Mm. Think it’d be more fun to show you. Hold onto the mirror.”
I slip my fingers beneath the silky fabric of her bra, teasing and rolling her sensitive nipple between my fingertips. Her eyes drift shut, and she lets out a slow exhale.
I press an open-mouth kiss against her neck. “Give me those eyes. Watch me worship you.”
Her hooded gaze reflected in the mirror sends a surge of heat straight to my aching cock.
I slip my boot between her bare feet, kicking them apart. “Spread those pretty thighs for me, baby girl.”
She widens her stance, granting me access to her needy pussy.
My free hand dips beneath her matching panties, finding her already wet for me.
I roll her clit between my knuckles, slipping one finger past her entrance, and she gasps.
I pull out and add a second finger, pressing my thumb against her sensitive bud while my other hand continues to knead her breast.
Her tits have gotten bigger over the last few weeks, spilling out over the side of my palm, purple and blue veins visible beneath her taut skin.
She has light stretch marks there, too, and they’re sexy as hell.
“I love every goddamn inch of you, Angel.
Always have. Always will. But watching your body grow and change with our baby in your belly has been the privilege of a lifetime. "
Something shifts in her gaze—a softness that wasn’t there before.
She reaches behind her, palming my rigid length through my jeans.
I groan as her hand closes around my shaft. “Not yet. Want to watch you come just like this.”
“No. I don’t want your fingers. I need you to fuck me. Please.”
The quiet whimper that follows is my undoing.
“Since you asked so nicely.” I slide my hand out of her panties and bring my fingers, soaked in her juices, to my lips, sucking them clean. “Mm. Fuck that’s good.”
I palm her hips and walk her backward until her knees hit the end of the bed, forcing her to sit. “Take it out.”
Angel’s hands find the button of my jeans, and it feels like an eternity as she pulls down the zipper. She reaches inside and releases my hard cock, already leaking pre-cum. Without prompting, she takes me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the engorged tip.
She hums around my shaft, and the vibrations send a jolt of electricity coursing through me. “You keep that up, and I’ll come down your goddamn throat.”
She pulls away and grins.
“Not this time, baby. The only place I’m coming is inside your pretty pussy.”
I kick my jeans to the side and tug my shirt off over my head.
Her eyes are filled with molten desire as she drags her fingernails down my chest. I’ve never questioned how Angie sees me.
I know I’m a big guy, softer than I used to be in my prime, but that doesn’t mean I can’t throw her over my shoulder and have my way with her.
The way she’s looking at me tells me she doesn’t mind my body one bit.
If I don’t get inside her soon, she might just eat me alive.
I return to the full-length mirror and carry it closer to the bed, near the spot I was just standing, and I position myself in the middle with my back to the headboard. Taking my shaft in hand, I give myself a few rough tugs. Angie watches me with unfettered hunger.
“You want this cock? Get over here and take it.”
Keeping her gaze locked on mine, she unhooks her bra and lets it fall to the floor.
Her panties follow shortly after. I expect her to walk around the side.
Instead, I’m caught completely off guard when she climbs up from the foot of the bed and crawls on all fours until her face is lined up with my cock.
She takes it in hand and licks up the length of me from root to tip.
I groan, reaching forward to lay a stinging slap on her right cheek, watching it bounce in the mirror as she takes me down her throat once more.
I repeat the motion, leaving a matching handprint on the opposite side.
“Enough.” It’s a gruff command and a warning all at once. “Get up here and ride me.”
She starts to straddle me face-to-face, so I stop her.
“No. Turn around. You’re gonna watch me fuck you.”
I help her get into position with her feet flat on the mattress on either side of my hips, gripping underneath her ass to keep her steady. She guides my cock to her entrance, easing down slowly.
I grunt as I fill her completely, and she stills.
“You okay?” I ask.
“So full,” she says breathlessly.
A swell of pride threatens to burst out of me. “That’s right. You were made to take this cock.”
She braces her hands behind her on my chest, lifting her hips and dropping back down. I cautiously guide each movement, watching the slow rise and fall in the mirror, gaze locked on where my length is entering her.
“Fuuuuck, that’s hot.”
My fingers dig into her soft flesh as she begins to move faster. I move one hand to her clit, applying pressure to the sensitive bud as she writhes on top of me.
“I can feel you clenching around me. Your greedy pussy is hungry for it, begging me to fill you up.” Her walls flutter around me. “You like the sound of that, baby girl?”
The only response I get is a jerky nod. If she wasn’t already pregnant, I’d be inclined to make it happen right here and now.
I slide two fingers lower, carefully inserting them one at a time alongside my dick.
She gasps, slowing her movements. “Holy shit. Oh fuck.”
“You can take it,” I grit out.
She whimpers. “It’s so much. You’re so big.”
Apparently, my cock has a praise kink, jolting at the compliment. I thrust up into her once, then I still.
“Yesss,” she hisses. “More.”
Spurred on by her breathy pleas, I repeat the motion a second time, and a third, until she’s meeting me thrust for thrust. I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her flush against my chest, continuing the onslaught as I take her mouth in a sinful kiss.
She twines one arm behind my head, the other hand palming her belly.
Our breaths mingle as our sweat-soaked bodies writhe in tandem. “Griffin. Fuck. I’m gonna come.”
“That’s it. Take it all, baby girl. Milk my cock.”
The gruff words trigger her orgasm—toes curling and body convulsing as she screams out her release.
My own climax tears through me like an avalanche, colors exploding behind my eyelids as I fill her with my cum. I watch in the mirror as it leaks out around my shaft, still buried to the hilt.
She collapses against my chest, and I hold her there, relishing the feel of her weight on me.
I’ll never get enough of this woman. Not in this lifetime or any other. She’s the other half of my soul.
I press a soft kiss to her forehead.
“We still have to get ready for the baby shower,” she says.
I roll us onto our sides and gently pull out. “Five more minutes. Let me spoil my wife before everybody else gets the chance.”
Angelina
There’s nothing quite like a Hayes party; this family never misses a chance to celebrate in a big way. I never thought I’d be on the receiving end of one of those celebrations. It’s both heartwarming and overwhelming all at once.
Between the three of us, we managed to compile a guest list of about forty people—most of whom are Hayes or Hayes adjacent. November in Oak Ridge can be anywhere from sunny and seventy-five to downright frigid, so we decided to have the shower in the wedding barn to cover our bases.