Chris smiled with pride when Emma screamed his name. It was her second orgasm on the kitchen table. He had her facedown, fucking her from behind. His cock could enter her so deeply with little effort in this position. Grabbing her hips he pounded into her. Her fingers were white from holding onto the table’s edge so tightly.
Despite all their screwing, she was still as tight as when he initially entered her. All night long they had made love, sleeping in between the hours of intimacy. They couldn’t get enough of each other. That feeling of being connected so closely to another human being was the most powerful when he was buried inside her. He craved that intimacy with her.
He grunted as he pumped his cum into her. There was something so satisfying about planting his seed inside her. He didn’t know if she was on birth control. It didn’t matter. Emma pregnant with his child would make his ownership of her complete.
Leaning over her, he covered her with his body. He pressed a string of kisses across her back between her shoulders, licking her sweat. Even after all the love and sex, she still reacted to his touch like it was the first time.
He sat down and pulled her into his lap. She settled into his embrace without hesitation. Rocking her back and forth, he hummed a Savage Garden song to her. His lips curled up when he heard her giggle.
“Truly, Madly, Deeply,” she sighed.
“I know you like those 90’s songs.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Do you have to go to practice?” she asked after a few tender moments.
He groaned his dissatisfaction at having to leave her.
“I hate being away from you,” he told her.
“Me too,” she said hugging him around the torso.
“I want you to soak in the tub for awhile while I’m gone. Give your muscles some heat so they aren’t so sore. Take a nap afterwards. I’ll be home about then.”
“Yes Daddy,” she agreed.
“You’re such a good girl,” he murmured stroking her hair.
He felt her body flush at his words. He loved how she was warmed by them. They meant a lot to her. She was starving for such approval. Clearly her parents had never had a kind word for her. His parents had been complimentary he supposed. Emma had probably deflected all their praises.
But she trusted him and accepted what he had to say as truth. Soon she would be the woman she was to be if she had been encouraged all this time instead of discouraged and hurt. He would see to it. Being a good daddy he would raise her up to her full potential not tear her down.
“I better get ready,” he sighed unhappily.
She lifted her head and didn’t seem to be paying him any attention. He followed her eyes to the TV that was on in the kitchen.
“Shit,” he whispered.