feelings. Instead, I pulled out and thrust back in.
“MmmmHmmmm,” she moaned, and the beginning tingles of an orgasm tickled the base of my spine. Fuck!
I paused long enough for the tingle to subside and then pulled out and powered back in, this time, giving it to her both harder and deeper. She wrapped her legs around my back and dug her heels in. At the same time, she reached around and latched her hands on to both of my ass cheeks.
“Harder,” she growled.
I could feel my control slipping as I pulled out and slammed back in. Spurring me on with her heels, she used her hands on my ass as leverage to grind herself on my cock. Fuck! I’m not going to last, if she keeps grinding on me. Pulling out again, I thrust back in and she made a sexy noise in the back of her throat, the same damn one that got me last time. While doing this, she pulled some voo-doo yoga swivel move with her hips and gave me another grind.
“Dillon, Dilloooooon,” she chanted, and I knew she was close. Thank shit she was close, because the train was three seconds away from leaving the station without her. Pulling out one last time, I powered in and exploded. The sound of her coming with me was music to my ears. My dick and I were going to have a big talk about this later.
Carefully, I pulled out and went to dispose of the condom. On my way back to the bed, I heard Amelia’s little cry. Isabella was sprawled across the bed and not moving, so I grabbed my boxers off the floor and threw them on. Then I headed for the living room.
Isabella said it was okay to leave Brutus alone with Amelia. I had to admit, it made me slightly uneasy. Visions of the mammoth dog eating the tiny baby traipsed through my head and I picked up my pace. From the hallway, I could see him down on all fours in front of her car seat with his face on his paws watching over Amelia and suddenly my chest felt funny. I focused in on Amelia and tried not to laugh. It was obvious by the way her legs were jerking up and down, that she was mad as a hornet. I quietly snuck across the room to get a better view. God, she was cute with her beet red face and tiny legs pumping wildly through the air. Could this tiny person be part mine? The second her eyes found me, she stopped crying and let out the sweetest baby whimper, as if saying, “Please rescue me from this horrible contraption.” Not able to stand it any longer, I unsnapped her from her car seat and picked her up. I made sure to steady her head like I’d seen Isabella do. Once again, that funny feeling in my chest appeared. Brushing it aside, I stared down at what could be my daughter. She was so tiny and felt so fragile in my hands. This was the first time I had held her. Her soft sigh made me smile. Pulling her up to my face, I nuzzled the side of her head.
“You smell good, baby girl,” I whispered. She let out a gurgle and my heart flip-flopped. “Let’s go find Mommy.” I lifted her tiny body to my shoulder and carried her back to the bedroom. Brutus happily followed behind us. As soon as we reached the door, she went from cute and cuddly to demon child. Not sure what to do, I pulled her in and patted her on the back. As if giving me a big fuck you, Amelia stiffened her spine, reared her head back and let out a wail of protest. As if on cue, Isabella shot up from the bed and catapulted onto the floor. Three seconds later, she sprang back up and came towards us swaying like a drunken sailor.
“You okay there?” I asked.
“Wha?” she tiredly slurred. I felt sorry for her. It looked as if I wasn’t the only one who was feeling sleep deprived.
“I think it’s time for Milly to eat,” I told her. “You take her and tell me what you need.”
As soon as I said this, she noticed Amelia in my arms and her eyes softened. “Milly?” she asked, moving toward us. I tried not to stare at her naked body, but it was hard and she was making me hard. Focus, Dillon.
“Every pretty girl needs a nickname,” I told
“MmmmHmmmm,” she moaned, and the beginning tingles of an orgasm tickled the base of my spine. Fuck!
I paused long enough for the tingle to subside and then pulled out and powered back in, this time, giving it to her both harder and deeper. She wrapped her legs around my back and dug her heels in. At the same time, she reached around and latched her hands on to both of my ass cheeks.
“Harder,” she growled.
I could feel my control slipping as I pulled out and slammed back in. Spurring me on with her heels, she used her hands on my ass as leverage to grind herself on my cock. Fuck! I’m not going to last, if she keeps grinding on me. Pulling out again, I thrust back in and she made a sexy noise in the back of her throat, the same damn one that got me last time. While doing this, she pulled some voo-doo yoga swivel move with her hips and gave me another grind.
“Dillon, Dilloooooon,” she chanted, and I knew she was close. Thank shit she was close, because the train was three seconds away from leaving the station without her. Pulling out one last time, I powered in and exploded. The sound of her coming with me was music to my ears. My dick and I were going to have a big talk about this later.
Carefully, I pulled out and went to dispose of the condom. On my way back to the bed, I heard Amelia’s little cry. Isabella was sprawled across the bed and not moving, so I grabbed my boxers off the floor and threw them on. Then I headed for the living room.
Isabella said it was okay to leave Brutus alone with Amelia. I had to admit, it made me slightly uneasy. Visions of the mammoth dog eating the tiny baby traipsed through my head and I picked up my pace. From the hallway, I could see him down on all fours in front of her car seat with his face on his paws watching over Amelia and suddenly my chest felt funny. I focused in on Amelia and tried not to laugh. It was obvious by the way her legs were jerking up and down, that she was mad as a hornet. I quietly snuck across the room to get a better view. God, she was cute with her beet red face and tiny legs pumping wildly through the air. Could this tiny person be part mine? The second her eyes found me, she stopped crying and let out the sweetest baby whimper, as if saying, “Please rescue me from this horrible contraption.” Not able to stand it any longer, I unsnapped her from her car seat and picked her up. I made sure to steady her head like I’d seen Isabella do. Once again, that funny feeling in my chest appeared. Brushing it aside, I stared down at what could be my daughter. She was so tiny and felt so fragile in my hands. This was the first time I had held her. Her soft sigh made me smile. Pulling her up to my face, I nuzzled the side of her head.
“You smell good, baby girl,” I whispered. She let out a gurgle and my heart flip-flopped. “Let’s go find Mommy.” I lifted her tiny body to my shoulder and carried her back to the bedroom. Brutus happily followed behind us. As soon as we reached the door, she went from cute and cuddly to demon child. Not sure what to do, I pulled her in and patted her on the back. As if giving me a big fuck you, Amelia stiffened her spine, reared her head back and let out a wail of protest. As if on cue, Isabella shot up from the bed and catapulted onto the floor. Three seconds later, she sprang back up and came towards us swaying like a drunken sailor.
“You okay there?” I asked.
“Wha?” she tiredly slurred. I felt sorry for her. It looked as if I wasn’t the only one who was feeling sleep deprived.
“I think it’s time for Milly to eat,” I told her. “You take her and tell me what you need.”
As soon as I said this, she noticed Amelia in my arms and her eyes softened. “Milly?” she asked, moving toward us. I tried not to stare at her naked body, but it was hard and she was making me hard. Focus, Dillon.
“Every pretty girl needs a nickname,” I told
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