Jessica waits and watches patiently as I put everything away, I close out the register and take the cash back into the stockroom to lock it in the floor safe.
When I look up, she’s in the doorway to the little stockroom, silhouetted against the light from outside.
In that simple, thin dress under a leather jacket, she could be a runway model. She would outclass them all for sheer, natural, animal beauty. The most fantastic woman and she wants to throw herself away on a sketchy loser like me. I can’t believe it. She must be crazy.
With her hands on her hips, she says, “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you. Here.” I point in front of me. “Now.”
“Oh, Daddy.” She runs and throws her arms around me.
“Oh, yes.” I take her in a kiss. Her mouth opens for me and her body wraps around me. It’s only a week since I saw her, but I feel like I lost her a thousand years ago. And now she’s come home. To me.
I lift her leg. Feel the silky softness inside her thigh as I pull it up alongside my hip. She curls her leg around my ass. I slide my hand all the way to her pussy. Run my hand along the back of her thigh. I love her legs. Pull her panties aside and slip my fingers over her hot, wet, hungry, eager pussy.
I hook a finger at the front, making her jump as I buzz under the base of her clit, then pushing and pressing her inside. Her hips rock and her pussy devours me. While we’re still locked in a kiss, her hands tug at my belt and she pulls my jeans open, plunging her fingers in and gasping as she finds what she’s hunting after.
She holds me tight and tells me, “I’m so glad I found you, Daddy.”
I push her back against the wall. Lift her by both thighs. “Open up for me, little bunny.” I hold my face next to hers, breathing in the scents of her neck, whispering into her ear.
Her wet pussy parts, speared on the head of my cock. She takes me in hungrily, shoving her hips along my rail as I drive it in to impale her. Her walls and folds grip around me and suckle to take me deeper.
“Fuck me, Daddy.”
“Yes, little bunny. Take me all the way in.”
“Oh, Daddy,” her legs tighten around my waist. She holds me, her arms over my shoulders and around my neck.
She slams me into her. “You know you saved my whole family, right?”
I lift her higher, making it so I can slide all the way in and almost all the way out.
“Oh, Daddy,” she says, “You could tease and fuck in the Olympics.”
Then I feel the beginning of her gathering rise, the start of her simmer, filling up and bubbling to the brim. She holds me tighter, pulls me close as she rocks harder.
I pound and pummel her until her eyes roll, her hair is wild and she shouts in exhaustion. Her cheeks glow. She quakes and trembles. Her throat thickens and reddens.
At last, her heels kick back into my back like spurs as she calls out, “Daddy, Daddy, YES! Come with me, Daddy! Please!”
Doing my best to oblige, I hoist her higher and slam into her faster.
My thighs tingle and clench. Fissures of buzz trickle through the whole of my body, signaling the coming is coming. My ass rolls to push me deeper and her cries spark me off.
I cannon deeper and longer, harder and faster, finally releasing. I explode, pumping hot shots of spunk deep inside, splashing and coating her. For the first time in my life, I’m thinking, ‘We’ll do this until you’re pregnant.’
The thought gets lost in the passion and wildness. But it takes hold. The idea posts itself in the back of my mind. We’ll make a baby. We’ll care for it and love it and then we’ll make another one. And then another.
Epilogue Jessica
It’s taken me all the way up to Christmas to get back into my old apartment. It’s all been worth it, though. I’m glad to have the space–we’re going to need it soon— and I’m happy to be back in my old neighborhood.
Christian always said that he didn’t want to work security before, but that was because he saw it as a dead-end situation. He couldn’t see any future in it. “Now I have a future,” He looks in my eyes as he squeezes my shoulders. “All I need to do is work to take care of it,” he smiles.
“In security, I just saw myself as a guy who’d be stuck in a hut or a hot basement room, sat around all night watching screens, waiting till it was time to walk around the perimeter, wondering when I would get attacked. That or standing around jewel cases or the meat counter in a mall. that or getting shot standing in a bank. It seemed like totally a nowhere job.” He smiles, “I never thought about the possibility of a career.”
The company he signed up with, they recognized his ability right away. He’s clear and decisive and he takes responsibility as part of his nature. He was working for them less than a month before they put him in charge of a whole district.
“Funny thing is, when I got into the work, I spent less than a week sitting in a hut.”
He even works regular hours. We have evenings together, although I’m often studying pretty late, and we have most weekends, too.
“In about six months, we’re going to need the time and the space. There are going to be big changes.”
He still worries about
