The Hot Daddy Box Set

by Lexi Wilson

  His hands were all over my body. I tried to pull my skirt down, but he wouldn’t let me, taking control over the situation. It wasn’t unlike him to do so, and I felt the excitement building in my own body as he squeezed my body through the fabric. He unzipped the back of it and pushed it down, revealing my lingerie underneath.

  Next, he unbuttoned the front of my blazer and pushed it off my shoulders, then pulled off the shirt I was wearing. He was pulling my clothing off so quickly, I was amazed none of it had torn in his passion. The entire time he was undressing me, he kept his mouth pressed to mine, every now and then teasing me with this tongue.

  Playing with my lips with his teeth, he was making me beg him for even more. I felt I was going to explode with desire, and I could hardly way for what was coming next.

  His lips left mine, and he kissed my neck, slowly easing himself down over me onto the bed. His hands were still exploring my body, and I was dragging my fingernails down his back. He moaned with the pain mixed with the pleasure, and I arched my back, pressing my body into him. I was in nothing but lingerie, and I used my feet to push his pants down to the floor.

  I could see his thick, erect cock through his underwear, and I felt my body ache with a whole new level of anticipation. I had to have him, right now. Nothing would satisfy my lust but his throbbing dick deep inside me, and each second that passed without it felt like an eternity.

  Anthony moved over the top of me, rubbing me with his body over mine and kissing me. He skillfully removed the lingerie, moving with such skill I hardly noticed until they were on the floor.

  He moved down my body, his mouth only stopping when his lips were over my bare pussy. He sucked my clit, working his tongue around in a circle and sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. I moaned and writhed beneath him, hardly able to think straight.

  I was taken to heaven in an instant, and I felt I was going to cum. I had waited for this for so long. There was no one else that I wanted, and I was free to let myself go with him.

  I moaned on the bed, lifting my hips as he pressed his lips to my clit. Suddenly, I felt the climax building, and my breathing quickened. I gasped and moaned, but he held me firmly with his hands, keeping me in place as he pleasured me until I finally came, exploding in a climax more intense than any I could remember before.

  When the waves of pleasure started to subside, I sighed with contentment. I got to my knees, working my way down on the bed to take him in my mouth. However, he only let me work my delicate tongue around the rim of his dick before he pulled me off him. I could feel from the tension in his body he had a desire that was as strong as mine, and he needed me as much as I needed him.

  But, I wasn’t afraid to let him know what I needed. And what I needed was him.

  “I need you inside me. I need you inside me right now!” I cried. It was what I always said, but it was always true. It’s what I needed more than life itself, and I was going to let him know. My body was begging to have him. He was the one who completed me like no one else ever had, and I had to have him.

  He was dripping, just as eager to be inside me as I was to have him there. I lifted my hips, begging him to enter me. When he did, I moaned and writhed once more, letting him fill me to the fullest. There was nothing better than the feeling of him inside me, and I enjoyed it with every part of my being.

  He pushed himself as far into me as he could go, then he held me with his hips while pressing into me. The pressure of him inside me drove me wild, and I gasped as he drew himself out before thrusting in once again. He was powerful but gentle, pushing into me and pulling out, thrusting faster and faster.

  I dragged my hands down his back, using my nails lightly enough to send further sensation through him. The feeling was more than he could handle, and he grabbed my hands, pinning me down to the bed as he pumped himself into me.

  I loved it when he pinned me down to the bed, and with each new push, I felt I was once again being thrust toward climax. It was a rare thing for me to cum twice having sex, but I knew it was about to happen. My breathing once again quickened and grew shallow, and I could hardly see straight. He was filling me faster and faster, fuller and fuller. I was so wet, I felt it dripping between my legs and down the bed.

  He was gliding in and out of me with such a smooth pace he didn’t have to slow down for me. He could fill me as quickly and deeply as he wanted, and it only added to the pleasure of the moment. I looked into his eyes, pulling my hands free from being pinned on the bed and dragging them down his back once more, this time with far more force than I had in the past.

  I knew I was going to leave marks, but I was no longer worried about that. Now, I wanted to show that he was mine. I wanted to leave my mark on his body, and I knew he was just as happy with the thought as I was. He arched his back and cried out, then he grabbed my hands with much more force than before, pushing me back on the bed with a greater aggression.

  It was so sexual, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer — and I knew it was clearly written on my face. He could see it and encouraged me to finish along with him. I knew he wasn’t going to last much longer with how fast and hard he was thrusting into me, and I knew we were going to cum together.

  “Come for me, come for me!” he commanded. He never had to ask me twice. He knew how to drive me wild, and his words alone sent me over the edge. I came hard around his cock, my pussy tightening before gushing over him.

  I cried out, fighting against him on the bed as the new intense orgasm overtook my body. He held me down, continuing to pleasure me as I climaxed around his massive, throbbing dick.

  But, he wasn’t far behind. Once he felt me cum, he went harder than before. I was even wetter, and so was the bed. It allowed for such free movement; I couldn’t believe how hard we were fucking each other. There was no way to tell where one of us began and the other ended.

  “Come for me! Come for me!” I cried now. I could go on forever, but I wanted to feel the glory of him filling me deeply. I had to have him give me his load. As with me, he didn’t need much encouragement. He moved in me hard a couple more times before I felt the jump of his cock.

  I felt his massive load empty inside me, sending a new wave of warmth over my entire body. It was the best feeling in the world, almost enough to make me climax a third time. He remained inside me for a few moments after finishing, allowing himself to grow soft slowly. I liked the way he gently moved in and out of me, continuing the feeling for as long as we both possibly could.

  I hated when he pulled out of me, and I wished he never had to. But, I was going to enjoy the moment for what it was, not worrying about the next second. We were together — that was all that mattered.

  Anthony laid over the top of me for a moment, looking down into my eyes. He leaned forward slightly, giving me a light kiss on the very tip of my nose. He was always so gentle with me at the end of sex; he made me feel like he loved me more than anything.

  Our breathing both slowly returned to normal, but I could sense there was something on his mind. I knew he wanted to talk about what had happened more, but I wanted to bring closure to the situation. He had apologized, and we could put it behind us now. As far as I was concerned, we didn’t have to keep bringing it up.

  I would let him stay his piece once more, and then I would tell him how I felt. Now that I had him to myself, I could tell him exactly what I thought without anyone judging me for my feelings. I knew Jace meant well, but I also knew that he was far more protective and judgmental about the situation than I was, and I didn’t want to have to think about it.

  We enjoyed the silence for a few more moments before Anthony took a deep breath, and I knew he was going to open up. I settled into the pillow, listening to what he had to say.

  “Stella, I just want you to know how sorry I am. I can’t tell you enough how big of an ass I was, and I am never going to do anything like that to you again. You deserve so much better in life, and I really don’t deserve a second chance.” He ro
lled over on his side and looked at me. He rested his head on his hand; his handsome body stretched out the full length of the bed.

  I was lying on my back, looking up at the ceiling. I had the blanket covering my breasts down my body, and I was silent for a few moments. Though there were still many thoughts running through my mind, I was convinced I had made the right choice.

  “It’s okay. I know why you did it. I would have to admit, I probably would have done the same thing if I were you. It was for Kellie, and what else would you do but what you thought was best for her?” I turned to look at him, once more looking deeply into his eyes.

  He sighed. “I thought Maisie was different, but it turns out she’s just the same as she’s always been. She told me she wanted to have a relationship with our daughter, but I think she was really just after the money.”

  We were both silent for a moment, and I shook my head. “I can’t believe that. I really can’t. Kellie is the sweetest little girl in the entire world, and she deserves nothing but the best. It pisses me off. Both for you and for her. It really does.”

  I felt myself getting worked up, but Anthony hushed me.

  “Come now; there’s no need to get upset about it all over again. The important thing is that she’s gone now, and we don’t have to worry about her anymore. From here on out, if you want to, it’s you and me and Kellie, and that’s it.

  Before I had the chance to say anything, he was on top of me, kissing my body all over again. I could feel him getting hard once more, and I was already wet. He pinned me down to the bed, spreading my legs and easing down on top of me.

  I closed my eyes and moaned as he entered me once more.

  Chapter 39

  “If you hadn’t sent me so many things, we wouldn’t have to worry about packing it all up now!” Stella teased as we lifted another box into the car. I gave her a look, then looked at the bag of clothing on the sidewalk.

  “I don’t think the problem is a giant teddy bear as much as it’s all the clothing that you own. How does one woman have so many clothes?” I teased. She gave me a look, and I picked up one of the pink suits from the bag. “I mean, do you really need to torture me with this any longer?”

  She gave me a look of horror, grabbing the suit and shoving it into the bag before I had the chance to throw it in the nearby trash can. “If you aren’t careful with it, you’re going to get it grass stained!”

  “That was part of the plan!” I shot back. She shook her head once more, muttering something about how she would wear it for lingerie, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. We were at Jace’s place, moving Stella’s things out and Molly’s things in. I wondered why they had waited for Stella to move out before Molly moved in, but that didn’t really matter now.

  What mattered now was that she was coming home, and this time, she was coming home to stay. I knew Kellie would be thrilled with the news, and though I had considered keeping it a surprise, I had finally broken down and told her I was bringing Stella home.

  The last time she had come home to find Stella there, she had been happier than I had seen her in ages, and I asked her as soon as I had the chance if she wanted Stella to move back in. Of course, I wasn’t surprised when she insisted that she did. Stella was her favorite person in the world, she’d said, and she wanted her to live with us forever.

  “What about me? I thought I was your favorite person?” I had asked.

  “You’re one of them, but you don’t have what it takes to be my mom, Daddy, sorry,” she had replied simply. I laughed. I didn’t know what else to say to her, and I knew she was right. I didn’t have what it took to be her mother and her father both, but I had brought someone into her life who did.

  “I’m just going to be glad to have all this crap out of the apartment,” Jace teased when he brought the last of the boxes down and set it in the back of the car.

  “I think you’re going to be surprised when Molly gets the rest of her things in there. You thought I had a lot of stuff, but just you wait!” Stella replied. She and Jace disappeared back inside the house, and I shook my head, adjusting the boxes to make sure they were steady in the car. I didn’t want any of them to fall when we were driving, but I was also eager to get out of there.

  This was the first time in as long as I could remember that I felt entirely at peace with myself, and I wanted to get home. Kellie was home with Mrs. Jane, and as far as I knew, the two of them were making dinner. I wanted to get Stella back there as soon as I could, but it seemed moving her out was going so slow.

  “Alright, that’s the last of it!” Stella announced when she got back to the car.

  “Thank God!” I replied. Jace waved as we buckled the seatbelts, but Molly appeared in the doorway before we had driven away.

  “Those two are adorable,” Stella said as we got on the road. I grunted. I didn’t really think about the two of them, but I had to admit, she did have a point. At least they were both happy, and that gave me hope they were going to stay around the office for a while.

  “I think we’re adorable,” I replied. Her eyes shimmered as she put a hand over mine, and the two of us sped toward my apartment. We pulled up in front, and I put the car in park.

  “Let’s unpack after dinner. I’m starving!” Stella said as she got out of the car. I agreed. It had been a long day, though the time at the office had flown by. We had gotten a lot done, and with the new dynamic that had washed over the place since Stella and I had gotten back together, it was nearly perfect in every way.

  She slid her purse over her shoulder as we headed for the building, and I took the chance to slip my hand into hers. There were so many things about our relationship that was perfect, and I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life with her. There were still a few things I wanted to talk to her about at dinner, but I knew they were all good things.

  They would bring us together, and they would help us create the family we both wanted. Life was perfect, and it would be from here on out.

  Nothing could touch us now.

  “Daddy!” Kellie shouted when we walked through the door.

  “Pumpkin! How was your day?” I asked as I scooped her up in my arms.

  “It was good! Mrs. Jane helped me make spaghetti and meatballs, but we did it the right way, like I said to do it — like Stella does it!” She left my arms and ran over, throwing herself around Stella as she walked through the door.

  “Bella!” Kellie then shouted as Bella ran through the door, barking and leaping about. She tore herself away from Stella and ran over to the dog, bending over and picking her up in her arms and stroking her coat. “You are going to live with us from now on, and we’re all going to be a great big family!”

  “Yes, we are,” Stella said as she set her boxes down on the couch. Before she had the chance to say anything else, Mrs. Jane walked through the door to the kitchen with a pan of garlic bread in her hands.

  “Do you need help bringing anything up from the car, or would you like me to help you with the unpacking?” she asked as she looked from me to Stella and back again.

  “No, that is very kind of you, but I think we’ve got it handled,” I replied. She gave me a look that told me she would rather stay with us, but I didn’t really care. I loved the old woman to death, but I wasn’t going to need her to be a nanny for Kellie any longer, and I didn’t want her to be there for our first dinner as a family. She had done so much for me, but I wanted to thank her through a bonus paycheck rather than treat her to dinner.

  “Well, if there is anything else you need, feel free to let me know,” she said as she gathered her things. She had left the garlic bread on the counter, and I sighed as I called after her.

  “You’re welcome to take some of dinner with you!”

  “No, no, no. You guys enjoy it. I’ll pick up something on the way home.” She looked over her shoulder with a professional smile, and with that, she was gone. I wanted to tell her I would have her last paycheck in the mail, but I shrugged it off. She would fig
ure it out, and I had other things on my mind.

  Together, the three of us brought the rest of Stella’s things up into the apartment, then we all sat down on the couch with a sigh.

  “Dinner is ready! We better eat it before it gets all mushy!” Kellie announced. She ran toward the table which had already been set with dishes, and Stella and I exchanged a look.

  “You’ve taught her well,” I said to Stella with a smile. She shook her head and rose from the couch, holding her hand out to me as she did so. I took it, and the two of us walked to the kitchen together.

  “If you ask me, I think she takes after her father,” she replied.

  “You know, that might get worse. There’s actually something else I wanted to talk to you about,” I said. She stopped and looked at me with raised eyebrows. I could see there was a touch of worry in her eyes, but she didn’t want to jump to conclusions. I couldn’t blame her. Not after what I had done to her before.

  There was no doubt in my mind it would take a while for her to fully trust me again, and I was going to do everything it took to get us back to that point.

  “What is it?” she asked, the anticipation building.

  “I am going to take a giant step back from the company. If you ask me, you are doing a much better job of handling things there than I ever did, and I want to hand it all over to you. I’ll be a stay-at-home dad here with Kellie and take on the writing I’ve been dying to do all these years. I’ll handle plenty of things remotely, and we won’t have to have any kind of nanny anymore.” I smiled and leaned back on the counter, looking at her with a grin.

  “Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” Kellie said as she came running back into the kitchen from the living room. She had heard the entire thing, and I knew she was going to be happy with the plan. She greatly preferred spending time with us over any nanny, and she would have gone for the plan long before anyone else. Of course, I didn’t want to bring it up without Stella being there.