Substitute Daddy by Dahlia Rose Page A

pleasure from his touch. She felt the pleasure build, and when he invaded her core with his finger, her hips ground against his hand in the rhythm he created.
    “God, yes, I’m coming,” Grace cried out softly and pressed her face against his neck.
    “Let it happen. I want to see you come,” he said.
    “Oh, yes, yes,” she moaned.
    He plunged two more fingers inside her, and his thumb still pressed against her bud. She rode his fingers, and she shuddered against him as she fell over the sensual cliff. It was like her body was infused with heat, and using his fingers he brought her to climax again. She wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her, to have their bodies connected intimately and finally consummate their relationship.
    He groaned as she took his cock in her hand and stroked him before she positioned him at the entrance of her pussy and slid down his hard length. Grace took every inch of his length, and for a moment neither of them moved. Her muscles contracted around him, holding him in, taking him deeper into her wet core. His hands tightened into the soft skin of her thighs as she slowly undulated on his cock. Every movement was a sweet ache building to something magnificent. Soon, their pace increased, both striving for completion in the midst of the firestorm of passion they created.
    “Ride me hard, Grace. Take all you want from me,” he moaned harshly.
    “Matthew, you feel so good,” she whispered. “I’ve been waiting for you like this for too long.”
    Grace felt her body release a gush of fluid that ran down his cock. The last tenuous strand of control snapped, and she gave into the wanton desire that flooded her. She moaned low in her throat and began a new rhythm that would take them over the edge. She ground her hips, taking him even deeper, and the intensity grew as she rode him. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, and his hands that gripped her hips were now lifting and pulling her down on him harder.
    She threw her head back in ecstasy. “I’m going to come, Matthew, please!”
    “Yes, baby, God, yes!” Matthew answered.
    Once again, she exploded in a burst of fire and heat like a new star being born in the sky. Matthew followed her off that precipice into a swirling abyss of passion, and they rode out the storm together. Grace collapsed against him, and together they fell against the carpet waiting for their hearts to find a normal beat.
    “Well, gosh.” She gave a huge sigh.
    “I second that.” Matthew groaned and rolled over to his side to kiss her. “Well, damn, girl, you were so worth waiting for.”
    Grace giggled. “Well, thank you, and I think the same of you.”
    “I could sleep right here,” he murmured.
    “I’m tired too, but a shower and a warm bed are warranted before Lilah wakes up for her milk.” Grace yawned.
    “I think I tasted your milk when we were making love,” Matthew said.
    “Oh, sorry, I’m still breastfeeding,” she replied apologetically. “It will be like that until I wean her off the breast. You don’t have to touch them or, um, anything if it’s gross to you.”
    “First, don’t apologize for feeding Lilah naturally, and, trust me, it’s hot,” Matthew answered. “Care to shower with me?”
    “Yes, I’d like that.” Grace grinned.
    Matthew got to his feet and lifted her into his arms to walk to the master bedroom. They showered quietly, not wanting to wake Lilah. In the marble tiled shower stall, they talked in low voices and learned each other’s body all over again. By the time they got into bed, Grace was pleasantly relaxed and ready to sleep. She’d barely been in bed for an hour when Lilah cried for her feeding, but this time Matthew got up and would feed her with a bottle. Grace let him and listened while she dozed as Matthew cared for the baby. He was a natural father, and she knew that Lilah would have him wrapped around her little finger forever, just like she felt him wrapped around her heart.
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