Page 44 of Daddy Erik
A blackout is a blink. A blink is a probe. "A probe" means someone’s tracing the pattern of our life.
My jaw tightens.
Bjorn texted earlier:
Camera malfunction is flagged. Running a full trace.
Good. We’ll need it. Behind me, Claire stretches, the blanket slipping just enough to reveal the soft fullness of her breasts, rounder, heavier, and already flushed from her afternoon letdown. My pulse steadies in a different way.
A storm is brewing outside, but there is warmth inside. “Come sit,” she says, patting the couch beside her. “You look like a coiled wire.”
She’s right. The couch dips as I sit next to her; she shifts until her thigh brushes mine.
“I finished my 4 PM pump session. Leander is doing well with the store, and I asked him to close early. The online sales are really starting to help, and we’re working more on that than the physical store aspect.” She softly adds, "I'm considering a shift in focus, hosting more book readings and local author signings. Today I pumped almost fourteen ounces on the left. I pumped thirteen and a half ounces on the right side.”
My eyes darken; I can feel it, the hunger and reverence tangling in my chest.
“How are you feeling, little one?” My voice is deeper than intended.
“I’m feeling fantastic.”
Her hand slides into mine. I trace the faint pump marks on her skin, the tender fullness at the curve of her breast, and the heat there.
“You’re doing something extraordinary,” I murmur. Lightning flashes white outside, illuminating the awe I can’t hide.
Her breath catches. And that’s when she whispers, "Touch me.”
ERIK
I lead her to our bedroom since my baby girl has sweetly asked if I could touch her. And yes, I most certainly will be touching her.Touching her everywhere.
Slowly I approach her, hands possessively coming to rest on her hips. I stare into her eyes, and she gasps.
“I got you, baby,” I whisper gruffly. “Don’t worry.” She starts to speak, but I suddenly crash my mouth down onto hers.
It’s a hard kiss. Passionate. Consuming. My hands glide up her heaving breasts, fingertips brushing against her hardened nipples and her areolas. She doesn’t pull away from my explorations of her mouth either, her body pressing closer to mine.
My fingers find her blouse buttons, unfastening each one slowly. The soft cotton brushes against my skin, sending shivers down my spine whenever I touch her. Her blouse drops to the floor, swiftly trailed by her nursing bra. I then help remove her yoga pants, leaving her panties in place, my hands kneading her swollen breasts firmly as my lips slide down her neck.
“You are a fucking dream come true,” I purr lewdly.
Next, I hastily remove my shirt as well as my pants and boxers, with her assisting me by thrusting my pants down.
She looks wonderful standing before me like that, and my dick agrees as I muffle a thick, strangled noise, and my hands roam all over her curvy figure.
Digging my thumbs in her panties, I yank them down swiftly, freeing her glistening pussy. She moans, and her eyes darken as she looks up at me. I move her towards the bed.
“Get on the bed," I say gruffly. She nods and crawls onto the bed, then lies back on the pillows. Quickly I grab a condom from my nightstand drawer and tear the package with my teeth.
Sliding it onto my dick takes two quick movements of my hands before I position myself between her spread thighs. “Ready when you are, baby.”
She whimpers and wraps her legs around my waist, my dick rubbing eagerly against her wetness as she sits further back onto the bed.
“You’re dripping wet,” I swear as I slip a hand between her legs, rubbing her wet folds softly. She shifts her fingers in my hair, causing me to growl lowly in approval. Her head lolls back onto the pillows.
“Erik…” she whimpers.
Thrusting into her, I bury my cock deep inside her warmth. Her tight, hot pussy envelops me perfectly, and she screams, nails embedding into my shoulders.
