Taste For Daddy: Please Me, Daddy : Book 1

by Brooks, B. L.

  “It’s going to feel a lot better if you let me help you,” I whisper to her, taking my seatbelt off and leaning in closer to her.

  I can feel her heat just inches from her as I latch onto one of her tits, suckling slowly.

  I should’ve guessed something was up when she started wearing less revealing clothing around the house. She’s been looking rather tired too, not as bubbly as I know her to be, but I thought it was because we stayed up late, making love to each other all night.

  “God, that tastes so good.” I look at her, her eyes are fixed closed. “Does that feel better, baby girl?” I ask softly.

  “Yes, daddy,” She nods her head in response. I go for the other tit as she slides her dress up over her waist. I can tell how turned on she is.

  I can’t wait to get her home.

  She slides her seat back, showing me that she’s ready for me as I bring a hand down between her legs gently, touching and massaging her lips as she moans for me.

  “It feels so much better. The pain, it’s gone.” I let go of her, looking into her bright eyes.

  “Why would you lose your career?” I ask her, kissing her remaining tears away, my lips tracing down to the side of her neck.

  “I mean, look at me. I’m going to blow up like a balloon,” she tells me with a sniffle.

  “We will make a few adjustments at the agency. I don’t have a line for pregnant women, but we can get one going,” I assure her, watching that sexy smile come across her face that I haven’t seen in a while. There’s not a damn reason she needs to worry about having a career as far as I’m concerned. I own the agency, and they’ll very well do as I say.

  She should know that by now.

  She spreads her legs for me, and as hard as it is to get between them in the car, I manage to slip inside of her.

  She holds me tightly to her, trying to have me closer and closer, and I love how much she needs me just as much as I need her.

  “This isn’t idle for either of us.” She giggles at me, and I cum just hearing her laugh. I haven’t heard her laugh in weeks, and I know that she hasn’t been satisfied, but she gives me a forgiving look.

  “I’m going to make it up to you as soon as we get home.” I kiss her cheek as she slides her dress back down and fixes the passenger side seat as I get myself in the driver’s seat.

  We’re only a few minutes away from home. We could’ve waited. I couldn’t, though, not when I realized what the matter was. I knew I could fix the problem right away plus my own needs; it was a win-win situation for us both.

  The second we arrive home, I head upstairs and run her up a warm bath with bubbles. I set up some candles, and instead of showing her with some sexy time just how much I love her, I’ll do it in other actions. I know it’s these tokens of love that will keep her by my side until the end. That’s the most important thing in my life; having my Molly.

  Forever.

  11

  MOLLY

  When he calls for me, I wonder what he’s doing upstairs. I slowly make my way towards the bathroom, where I’ve heard his voice, and stand in the doorway leaning against the frame of it. I shake my head with a huge smile on my face.

  He’s on his knees making sure that the bath is just right, he’s added bubbles, and the lights are off. The lighting of the candles makes my heartache for him. He’s amazing. Truly, amazing.

  “You didn’t have to do this,” I tell him.

  “I know. I wanted to. Now come, you’ve had a rough day, and I want to make it better.”

  I step into the bathroom, leaving the door open and slowly slipping out of my dress. I know what he’s trying to do. He’s trying to make me feel better about this situation that we’re in. He has me convinced that he’s going to be here with me for a long time. He could’ve simply got upset when he found out I’m pregnant, but he didn’t.

  I wasn’t surprised that we have become pregnant so quickly. After all, we’ve been making love every chance that we get, and I love having him inside of me, which he seems to love just as much considering how we can’t keep our hands off one another.

  He helps me into the tub, and I happily sink inside. Dean has a washcloth in hand, placing lilac scented gel on it, and moving it to my neck as he gently rubs the gel all over.

  “I can wash myself.” I laugh at him, feeling my body relaxing with every swipe of the cloth. It feels so good to have him massage my breasts now, not that he doesn’t any other time, but it’s different now, right here. He’s gentler than ever.

  It’s how I know that he’s not with me just purely for sex. He cares for me, he loves me. Just as I love him. He wants to take care of me at all costs, showing me that there’s no one else for him.

  “God, your beauty, Molly, it’s undeniable. You’re so damn sexy,” he whispers. His tender, soothing voice is beginning to turn me on.

  I bite back a moan, knowing that he’s not trying to be sexual with me, but my body is on fire, getting hotter and hotter with each swipe of the cloth.

  I spread my legs for him, letting him wash me gently, and I grind just a little to tease him, to show him I’m enjoying his touch.

  “No, we’re not naughty right this second, baby girl. Let me get you into our bed first.” He kisses me softly on the lips.

  I can’t wait for this bath to be over with.

  I know that it’s coming from the heart, but I want him even more with my changing hormones.

  “We’re going to be together forever. Side by side, no matter what. We are going to come together with everything in life. We’re going to fix any problem that comes our way,” he utters against my lips before he pulls away from me. The love I feel from him is like no other, nothing I ever thought someone could give me, could make me feel.

  I can’t stand this torturous teasing any longer.

  “There’s a problem that needs to be fixed. Now,” I moan as he slowly runs his fingers up and down the lips between my legs, touching my clit. It has been so sensitive lately that I whimper at the sensation as he coincidently drains the tub, listening to my needs.

  “I told you that when we got home, I was going to take care of you. I intend to do just that.” He gives me one of his sexy ass winks, keeping the candles flamed as he gently pulls me out of the tub, and then draping a towel over my shoulders.

  It doesn’t take money to spoil me. I have a man who lavishes me with affection. I have his attention at all times, and I still can’t believe it. It can be overwhelming knowing that he’s all mine, as I am all of his.

  The bond between us grows stronger with each passing day. I couldn’t be happier than I am right now, knowing that I’ve met my forever. My one and only.

  “I love you, Dean,” I whisper to him as he dries me off, giving me a kiss on my forehead. Without another word, he scoops me up in his arms, making me giggle as I wrap my arms around his neck tightly.

  “I’m not going to let you fall. I got you, baby girl,” he vows gently, and I know that he’s telling me the truth. He’ll always have me.

  I imagine how my life will be with him, knowing that we’re going to be a family one day. We’re going to have everything that we’ve ever wanted. I hold his neck tighter as he carries me to the bedroom, laying me down gently in the bed.

  I adore this man so much, he has so much love to give, and I love that he’s chosen me to give all his love to.

  EPILOGUE

  Molly

  Three years with Dean, and our son is now walking and talking; life is beautiful. Though there are ups and downs, what keeps me strong is Dean's love for me. When we fall on hard times, I look at the wedding ring on my finger, remembering the day that he proposed to me, the very same day that I gave birth to our son.

  The day that our son, Braxton, turned one was the same day that we had our wedding, reminding us that there’s nothing that we can’t go through as long as we have each other.

  I put Braxton down for a nap, which seems to be the only time that I have alone with my husband
.

  We’ve been working on that.

  I walk slowly down the hall, and down to our bedroom just at the other end. Closing the door, I spot Dean resting in bed. I quickly undress, slipping under the covers beside him.

  “Are you awake?” I whisper against his ear, bringing my hand down between his legs and massaging his cock. It’s already at half-mast, so he’s either awake or having some kinky dream of us, as usual.

  I continue stroking him, feeling his cock grow until it’s nice and hard, ready for me.

  “I’m always awake for you, baby girl. You love teasing your daddy, don’t you?” he groans, tightening his grip he now has on me. I bring my body under the blankets completely, pressing my soft lips against his hard shaft.

  He moans for me softly and presses against my mouth. I tease him, flicking my tongue back and forth across the head of his cock, making him want me even more.

  “Come here. Kiss me,” he moans at me, and I lower myself on top of him, pressing my body down on his and finding his lips with mine.

  He holds me so close to him, letting me know that he’s never going to leave me, that he loves me just as much today as he had the day he became my boss.

  With each day that passes, I want him more and more. I need him more and more.

  “It’s a good thing that we’re out here in the woods instead of in the city. I think this was the best move we’ve ever made.” He spanks me hard under the covers in response, knowing that it turns me on even more when he plays rough with me.

  I love that the spark hasn’t died out, that our candle is still burning just as bright as the day that we met.

  EPILOGUE

  Dean

  I want to take control, I want to show her just how much I love her, as I roll her over roughly, thrusting into her harder than I’ve ever done before. I know that she has to control her noises, and it turns me on even more as she tries so hard to keep quiet.

  “You don’t want to wake the baby,” I remind her in a teasing voice. Her arms come around me, her nails digging into me and scratching down my back. I wince in pain. I know the only reason she’s doing it is so her cries won’t escape out.

  I love the fact that I can still turn her on, that she has just as much fire as she had three years ago for me.

  The same look of sparkling desire always burns in her eyes when we haven’t had time for each other, the way she gazes at me from across the dinner table when we sit down as a family.

  Though she still works, it’s not as much as it used to be, and I’m okay with that. There’s nothing more that warms my heart than when she wants to stay home with Braxton, or bring him to the agency with us. The girls just adore him. He stays out of the way for the most part, and when we can’t be right there, one of the girls will be with him.

  It gives us a break. At the same time, I can see the worry in Molly’s eyes when he’s out of her sight, so she doesn’t let him wander often.

  “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” I whisper against her ear as she holds me tightly to her.

  “More than all the money that you can make,” she whispers back to me. I love the way she embraces me when we’re done, letting me know that she still wants me close to her. Always.

  She begins kissing the side of my neck, sending goosebumps down my body — one of the sensations that she evokes in me even after all this time.

  She’s my wife, and she reminds me every day that she loves me. That she needs me. As I need her.

  Forever.

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  Please Me, Daddy

  Book 1: Taste For Daddy

  Book 2: Eyes For Daddy

  Book 3: Maid For Daddy

  Book 4: Game For Daddy

  Book 5: Desire For Daddy

  Book 6: Problem For Daddy

  The moment I stepped into my father’s office this evening, I knew I was in for a night. My father’s business partner is present, Jason Christo. He’s made an appearance after what seems to be years of absence around here, but then again, when does my father have any company over…

  I can almost guarantee Mr. Christo doesn’t even remember who I am.

  But I certainly haven’t forgotten him. There’s no forgetting a man like him.

  The second our eyes lock, I can tell something is burning in his eyes. If I had to take a guess, it’s due to me, and I’m not sure if it’s a look I should be running from or crazily running toward.

  I can’t seem to suppress the curiosity rising inside of me. A curiosity to see if Mr. Christo is exactly the man I’m in need of. A man to show me all of what I’ve been missing in life; care for me, pleasure me… be my… daddy.