It’s been about two minutes, but sure enough, her pussy squeezes me, this time taking me with her. Her moan comes from deep in her throat, and I push four more pumps into her as I fill her and let out a roar of my own.
Moving to lie beside her, I pull her toward me, my hand grazing her chest. Her body jolts, and I yank my hand back. “Did that hurt?”
“No, just really sensitive,” she says as she pants.
“That was two in record speed, baby.”
“Tell me about it. But I think it calmed the craving for now.”
She’s not kidding. We’ve been fucking at least three times a day for the past two weeks. Sometimes more. And twice I came home as she played with her vibrating toy. Which has been a fun addition to the bedroom.
A lot of guys feel inferior with these battery-operated devices, but I fucking love it. And it’s kind of fun when my cock rubs against it, too.
“Everything good?” I ask, curious why her libido has jumped up higher than a teenage boy’s.
Stepping into her dress and zipping it up, she nods. “I’m perfect.”
“Well, that’s a given,” I say and get dressed, too. “It’s probably time for cake.”
“Phoebe did a really good job on the chocolate cheesecake cupcakes.”
I frown as we walk out to the kitchen to grab them. “Are these cheesecake or cupcakes?”
“Cupcakes. Chocolate cream cheese cupcakes with cream cheese frosting.”
“Why didn’t we just do cheesecake cupcakes?”
“Bernie doesn’t like the texture of cheesecake. Ben’s mom makes it, and it’s always lumpy. I think she curdles things. Or doesn’t know how to mix properly.”
We carry the cupcakes out, and Lainey gives us a knowing look. She knows what we did, and I don’t fucking care. Misty got off twice, and I’m never going to tell her it’s a bad idea to have a quick romp during a party.
“Bernie, baby, come blow out your candles,” Misty calls.
Bernie hurries out of the pool and dries off with Carly quickly behind her. “These look so good!”
“You helped make them, so they’ll be delicious,” I say with a smile. “Happy birthday, kiddo.”
And she really did help make them. Misty took her to Phoebe’s Phab Pastries to test out cakes, and somehow they got this idea. Bernie made a comment about wishing she knew how to make them, and Phoebe offered to let her help. With her mother’s supervision, of course.
“Make a wish and blow out your candles,” Misty says after lighting all nine of them.
Closing her eyes, she thinks hard before blowing them all out. Good. No boyfriends for her.
I’m already dreading her first date. I’ll have to sit on the front porch with my .45 visible to whatever boy dares walk up those front steps. Nope, it’s decided. Bernie can’t date until I’m dead. My heart won’t be able to handle it.
“What’d you wish for?” Lainey asks.
“No, you can’t say. It won’t come true then,” Carly says. “Keep it a secret.”
Bernie smirks. “I wished for a little brother or sister.”
“I’m not opposed,” I say.
When I look at Misty, she looks pale. Bernie notices, too, and tilts her head. “Mom, are you okay?”
“I think you should open up my present first,” she says.
I’d be lying if I said my feelings weren’t a little hurt. The idea of having my baby makes her pale. That’s a great sign of things to come.
