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by R. R. Banks


  “Yes, baby,” I moan. “Just like that. Yes. God, yes.”

  The sound coming from Eric is almost a growl as he pounds himself into me again and again. With the doors of the great room open, I can hear the sound of the waves crashing outside blending seamlessly with our cries of pleasure and the sound of our bodies colliding, creating an erotic music that's entirely intoxicating to me.

  “God, Calee,” he gasps. “You're so fucking tight. You feel so good.”

  He drives himself deep into me and I call out his name. My skin feels like its on fire and my every nerve ending has been set ablaze. As he continues to drive himself into me, the pressure inside of me continues to build again as he pushes me closer and closer to the brink.

  Eric's breathing is becoming more ragged and his body is tensing. I know he's close. I look over my shoulder at him and push back, taking him deeper into me, making both of us cry out.

  “Come for me, Eric,” I say. “Come for me, baby.”

  He gives me one last, hard thrust that sets off another explosion in me at the same time I feel his body tense up. He cries out, his moans filling the room around us. And a moment later, I feel his cock pulsing and throbbing inside of me, which is quickly followed by the feel of his warm, wet seed shooting deep into me. I moan as his spunk fills me up completely – and the feeling of it is what pushes me over the edge.

  I cry out, calling his name, as another orgasm – this one, even more intense than the first – erupts within me. I feel my body spasming and trembling as I come. The sensations rushing through me are intense – almost to the point of it being uncomfortable. But that bit passes quickly and I'm left swimming in a pool of absolute orgasmic bliss.

  All good things come to an end though, and my orgasm fades, leaving me feeling wrung out, but incredibly satisfied. I drop down onto the couch and Eric sits down beside me. Laying my head on his chest, I idly run my fingertips across the skin of his flat stomach.

  “I could do that all night,” I say, my breathing beginning to slow.

  He chuckles softly. “Maybe you can give me a couple of minutes to recover?”

  I look at him and smile. “A couple of minutes,” I say.

  “I love you, Calee.” he says.

  My eyes fill with tears as my heart fills with joy. “And I love you, Eric.”

  Epilogue

  One Year Later...

  “He has your eyes,” I say. “Dark. Soulful. Deep.”

  Calee looks at me and smiles. “Think so?”

  I nod. “Definitely.”

  We're standing next to the crib in the room we'd converted into a nursery looking down at her son – our son – Caleb. He's a beautiful baby. Happy, always smiling, doesn't cry very often – I like to think it's because he feels secure. Because he knows he's loved.

  He's a few months old now and is growing like the proverbial weed. And I have to say that motherhood suits Calee. She has a glow about her and a new energy. She's excited and hopeful. Optimistic.

  It's still sometimes hard for me to believe that a little more than a year ago, when I met her, she was lost. Looked empty. Looked like she had nothing to live for. Hell, it looked like she might not really want to live at all.

  But that was then and this is now. She has the love of two men – myself and Caleb – to help keep her going.

  “How did I get so lucky?” she asks. “To not only have such a perfect baby, but to have such a perfect husband?”

  “I don't know,” I say. “I ask myself that same question all the time – how did you get so lucky?”

  She giggles and slaps my arm playfully. I understand the sentiment though. I often wonder how I got so lucky to have stumbled onto somebody like Calee. My life was forever altered the night I met her – it just took me a little while to realize it.

  Calee definitely helped fill whatever dark void existed in me. She completes me in ways I never knew I need to be completed. She makes me want to be a better man. A better doctor. A better husband. Because of her, I feel genuinely happy and content in my life. Maybe for the first time ever, I'm at peace.

  “Good morning.”

  We turn as Alma steps into the room and stands next to us at the crib.

  “Good morning,” Calee and I say in unison.

  “How did you sleep?” I ask.

  “Like a baby,” Alma says and then giggles as if she just realized what she'd said.

  Alma is living on the third floor of the house now. We hired her just a couple of days ago to help with Caleb. It was a decision that genuinely pained Calee – she doesn't like being away from our little boy. She wants to mother him around the clock – but she's got other things going on. Other priorities.

  She looks at me and I recognize the uncertainty in her eyes. I recognize it because I've seen it a million times and we've had the discussion we're about to have the same number of times before.

  “Yes, this is a good idea,” I say. “No, you're not a bad mother.”

  Alma smiles. “You're not a bad mother at all, Calee,” she says. “You're one of the most attentive, caring mothers I've ever seen.”

  “See? Listen to Alma,” I say. “She's wise beyond her years.”

  “Then why do I feel like I'm abandoning him?” she asks.

  “Because you're used to being around him twenty-four/seven,” I say. “And because you are a very good mother.”

  Shortly after we got back from Wyoming, Calee took the test and earned her GED. She was bursting with pride the day she got the results. But given that she was becoming very pregnant, she knew she needed to wait until after the baby was born to do anything with it. To fill her time, she poured every ounce of energy she had into the baby.

  But now, Caleb had been born and is a part of our world. She'd nursed him and cared for him exclusively for a while, and now it's time for her to do what she always dreamed of doing – getting her college education. I've been encouraging her to take the plunge for a little while, so I'm beyond ecstatic to see that she's finally doing it.

  And I'm not going to let her back out of it because she's getting cold feet about it.

  “Honey,” I say. “Caleb is in excellent hands. And it's not like you're going to be gone for weeks at a time. You'll be gone a few hours a day. At most. And after that, you are free to come back home and smother our child to your heart's content.”

  She laughs. “I do not smother him.”

  I shrug. “Yeah, you kinda smother.”

  “I do not!”

  “Alma?” I say. “Back me up here. Does Calee smother our baby?”

  With Caleb in her arms – and her studiously not looking at us – Alma carries him over to the doorway and then turns back to us, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

  “I'm not going to touch that one with a ten-foot pole,” she says and laughs. “That question is a no-win situation for me.”

  “I'll take your abstention from answering as a positive response,” I call after her.

  Calee steps to me, taking my hand in hers. “Maybe I should wait,” she says. “Maybe the time isn't right and –”

  “Sweetheart, the time is never going to be absolutely perfect,” I say. “There's always going to be something that comes up. You need to just take the bull by the horns and do it. I believe in you, Calee. You can do this.”

  “But it's such a –”

  I hold up my hand to cut her off. “The time is as perfect as it's going to get,” I say. “We have excellent care for Caleb when you're not here. And you have some goals and dreams you want to pursue. It's time you start thinking about what you want to do.”

  She says nothing but I can see the conflict on her face – she's torn between wanting to be a good mother and chasing down her dreams.

  “One thing you need to understand,” I say. “Is that you can be both – mother of the year and a college student. Especially since we have Alma here to back you up.”

  “You're right,” she says, nodding. “In my head, I know you're right. I'
m just scared.”

  I take her by the shoulders gently and look deeply into her eyes. “It's understandable. Starting off on a new venture – especially one you dreamed about for so long can be scary. Intimidating,” I say. “But you also need to know that you are one of the most courageous people I've ever met. To have lived through all you lived through – to have endured what you did – that takes a steel spine that ninety-nine percent of people don't have. There is more strength and courage in you than in most people I meet, Calee. This? School? It's nothing. You got this. You got this easy.”

  “What if I fail?” she asks softly, looking up at me with fear in her dark eyes.

  “You're not going to fail,” I say. “You're going to excel. I know you are. You're way smarter than you give yourself credit for, you know. But also, you can't fail unless you quit or you don't try to begin with. Those are the only two ways you can fail. Anything else is just a setback.”

  Her smile is wide and her eyes are shimmering with tears as she steps forward and embraces me tightly.

  “Thank you,” she says softly. “For everything. Especially the pep talk.”

  “You're going to be amazing.”

  We stand, holding one another, for a few more moments, relishing the feel of one another. Finally, she steps back and looks me in the eye, giving me a nod. Picking her backpack up off the floor by the crib, she slings it over her shoulder.

  “I'm off then,” she says.

  “You're going to kill it.”

  Her smile melts my heart. “Again, how did I get so lucky?”

  “I really don't know,” I say. “But you most certainly did.”

  She slaps me on the arm again, laughing. She gives me a quick, chaste kiss and turns to go. Pausing at the door, she turns back to me.

  “I love you, Eric Galloway.”

  “And I love you, Calee,” I say. “More than you can possibly ever understand.”

  THE END

  Hot Daddy

  A Billionaire Single Dad Romance

  Alright, alright, alright.

  Women say I sound just like Matthew McConaughey.

  And owning half of Texas, life can't get any better.

  Until my inheritance is threatened by Tiffany, my bitch of a half-sister.

  Well sugar, that shit ain't happenin'!

  The only way to stop her is to get married.

  It's in my parents' will.

  Fortunately, I know just the candidate - Amanda.

  She lights me up as bright as the Dallas sky.

  All I can think of is her riding me cowgirl while wearing my Stetson.

  But there's more to it.

  She's actually making my playboy ass consider settling down.

  I'll do everything in my power to win her over.

  Including something I have never done before, introduce her to my son.

  This is our chance, for our happily ever after.

  But Tiffany has other plans, one that doesn't involve my inheritance or Amanda...

  Chapter One

  Brady

  “I've never done it in a skybox before,” she purred.

  “Looks like you can check it off your bucket list then, sugar,” I reply.

  She gives me a seductive little smile. “Anybody ever say you sound just like Matthew McConaughey when you talk?”

  I look at her and smile. “Is that a good thing?”

  “It's definitely a good thing,” she says. “It's sexy.”

  I flash her a devilish little grin. “Well, alright, alright, alright.”

  She giggles and goes back to giving me a mind-blowingly amazing blowjob. I look at the packed stadium outside the windows of my skybox and smile. I love football – almost as much as I love a good blowjob. But football is the thing I'm most passionate about in life. I've loved it since I was a kid, when my dad used to take me to the games. That love affair only grew stronger when my dad, founder of the Keating Technologies empire, bought an NFL team – the San Antonio Copperheads. Which, automatically became my favorite team.

  I remember going to the games with him when I was a kid. Dreamed of wearing the black and copper colored uniforms, of making big plays on Sundays. I remember sitting in the big luxury box above the field and taking it all in, thinking it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I remember going down onto the sidelines and into the locker room to meet some of the players – some of my idols growing up.

  Of course, back then, I never imagined taking in the games the way I currently was – sitting in my luxury box in a stadium packed to the rafters with screaming fans – and having a gorgeous little blonde face down in my lap working my cock like she had something to prove.

  I tangle my hands in her hair, giving it a firm pull as she works her mouth and hand in unison on my thick, hard shaft. She looks up at me with a flirty little smile and a sexy little gleam in her eyes as she traces the tip of her tongue around the head of my cock, stroking me at the same time.

  The crowd outside the luxury box roars, making me smile down at her.

  “Damn, darlin', you're so good, you can get a stadium of sixty-five thousand people on their feet,” I say, knowing full well that nobody can see through the smoked glass tinting of the windows.

  “Shut up,” she giggles. “I would kill you if anybody could see us. What would my momma think?”

  “Honey, I gotta believe she'd think she raised a damn fine young woman.”

  She smacks my thigh playfully and then squeezes the base of my cock nice and hard before taking all of it back into her mouth. She tightens her mouth around me, moving her head up and down, licking and sucking hard and fast. I lean my head back on the chair and moan, my eyes rolling back in my head.

  “You locked the door behind you when you came in, didn't you, sweetheart?” I ask.

  She nods and mumbles – it's probably a little difficult for her to talk with her mouth full. She keeps moving her head up and down though, cupping my balls and giving them a firm squeeze, making my breath catch in my throat. This girl has the whole sweet, Catholic, girl-next-door look about her, but there is nothin' innocent about this one – which I'm very happy about. Obviously.

  I look at the door again, hoping she actually had locked it. The last thing I want is for somebody to walk in on us during our little tryst. Not that it would be the first time I'd been caught screwing one of the hospitality girls in my skybox. I'm not big on putting on shows for people though. Believe it or not, but I do have some morals – a few, anyway.

  I glance at the clock and realize halftime is coming to an end soon. I need to speed things up so I don't miss any of the game. Or the meeting I have scheduled that I'm already dreading.

  I pull the girl to her feet and then stand up. She giggles and licks her lips seductively. She is a gorgeous little thing – no more than twenty-two or twenty-three-years-old, five foot three, a hundred and fifteen pounds soaking wet, with blonde hair, deep green eyes, and a luscious, curvy, deliciously tight little body. A body I can most definitely get used to banging.

  And if she behaves herself, maybe we'll just have to have an encore performance at next week's game.

  Leaning down, I kiss her hard, cupping her breasts through her tight white uniform shirt. She wraps her legs around my waist when I pick her up and carry her over to the bar, sitting her down on top of it. I kiss her neck as I work at the buttons on her shirt, finally getting it undone.

  I drop her shirt on the bar, her bra quickly following. She gasps when I gave her stiff nipples a nice, hard pinch. Leaning down I take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it as I squeeze and knead her other breast in my hand.

  She reaches her hand down and takes hold of my cock, giving it a nice, hard tug. I moan and look her in the eye, enjoying the sensation of her small, smooth hand sliding up and down my stiff cock.

  “I don't have much time,” she says, her sweet Texas accent dripping like honey. “I need to get back to work soon.”

  “Don't
worry,” I reply. “I'll write you a note if you're late. I'm the boss, so what can they do?”

  Sliding my hand up her skirt, I grab hold of her panties and slide them down, tossing them on the pile with her shirt and bra. She bites her bottom lip and gives me a seductive little smile. Damn, this girl is sexy.

  She parts her thighs as I step forward, positioning myself between them. Kissing her, I slide my hands up her thighs, relishing the feel of her smooth, silky stockings. She reaches over and picks up my black Stetson, putting on top of her head and gives me a flirty little look – and I have to admit, it's kind of sexy.

  “Giddyap, cowboy,” she purrs.

  “Yes, ma'am,” I say.

  I quickly slip on a condom as she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me forward. Locking her hands behind my neck, she looks me in the eye and kisses me hard, our tongues swirling together in her mouth hard and fast. She pulls back, a little breathless.

  “I need to feel you inside of me, Brady,” she gasps. “Fuck me now, baby.”

  Grabbing hold of my stiff prick, she guides me to her hot, wet little opening. With one solid thrust, I drive myself deep into her, making her cry out as I fill her up completely.

  “Yes, baby,” she says. “God, yes.”

  She is dripping wet and I thrust my hips in a hard rhythm, moving inside of her with ease. I grab hold of her ass and pull her closer to me as I start to bang her harder and faster. Kissing her neck, nipping at it, I run my tongue down to her sweet, perky little tits.

  She's moaning loudly, calling my name as I bury my cock into her again and again. I look out through the windows and see the teams are starting to come back out onto the field. She squeals and giggles as I pull her down off the bar, turn her around, and bend her over it, and then give that sweet little ass a firm smack.

  She looks back at me over her shoulder, a salacious expression on her face as I push her skirt up around her waist. I take a moment to admire the view of her firm, tight little ass, and toned legs encased in her black stockings and heels.

 

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