“How are you, my big football star?” I ask, nuzzling my nose against his. “Did you beat Daddy?”
“I won!” he declares, curling up into a pint-sized ball. It’s hard to describe just how wonderful it feels to have your child trust you, need you, and love you unconditionally.
“He sure did.” Chris smiles, ruffling Mattie’s hair as he joins us. “He’s getting to be a big boy.”
A big boy who’s fading. I feel him drifting off in my arms and look down to see his eyes already closed.
Flicking my gaze down between my husband’s thighs, I give him a little wink and whisper softly, “I know someoneelsewho’s a big boy.”
Taking Mattie from me, Chris leans in and kisses me just behind the ear. “You naughty girl.”
I squeeze his butt as he steps inside. My husband has agreat ass. I feel like that’s something men just don’t realize. Women like nice butts too. Ever since I told him, Chris started wearing tight briefs to bed that instantly get me in the mood.
Not like I need any help to get in the mood around him…
I’m behind him as he takes the stairs and swell with love and pride as I watch my husband carry our son up to bed and tuck him in. I never worry at all about Mattie when Chris is around. He would never let anything happen to him.
As Chris finishes putting Mattie to bed, I slip up to the bedroom and into the Pine Hills uniform that’s waiting for me. The short plaid skirt, the knee-high socks, and the dress shirt and tie, only this time, I’m wearing something that would haveneverbeen allowed in the building when I was there.
A brand-new pair of black heels.
I’m lying on the bed when Chris enters, legs curled up, twisted slightly to show off my curves that he’s always praising me for. His lips pucker, and he licks his top teeth while shutting the door and locking it behind him.
My skin starts to prickle as he walks forward, rubbing himself between his legs. “Miss Williams, what are you doing in my house? You realize this is a total violation of the student-teacher relationship?”
“Is it?” I reply innocently, batting my eyelashes. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize. Am I in trouble?”
He nods, slipping out of his tee with a single movement. Somehow, Chris’s body is even better now than it was when we met. Bigger, thicker, more sculpted. I know every little scar on his torso now from memory. Knowing he isminecauses me to swell with pride.
“You are definitely in trouble,” he growls, unbuckling his pants as a wave of heat rolls up my thighs. I shift my hips slightly, feeling the slick of my arousal as he advances on me.
“You’re not gonna…tell on me, are you?” I whimper.
Chris drops his pants, letting loose his monstrous erection. I’ve seen it hundreds of times—had it inside me—but it still amazes me. The length, the thickness, the hardness, the force of his release when he goes off inside me.
“Well, that depends, Miss Williams. I can either bring this matter to the administration, or we can resolve it right here and now.”
I nod feverishly, desperate for his touch as he leans over me. “Yes, please. I don’t want to get in trouble.”
His rough palm ignites me as it moves up my skin, and I watch as he lifts the hem of my skirt to expose my precious flesh. Only for him.
“Then be a good girl and do everything that Daddy tells you.”
I barely have a chance to whimper out a “Yes, sir” before he has my legs pinned back and is entering me.
My gasp catches in my throat as my body arches off the bed and my neck cranes back. My nipples are hard against my shirt, which I instantly tear open, revealing my breasts to him.
Chris leans in and kisses them, sucking with just the right mixture of tenderness and roughness. “You know your skirt is a dress code violation?” he asks, rocking deeper into me, threatening to split me in two.
“I…I’m sorry, Daddy…”
“And those heels? Definitely not allowed,” he growls, burying himself in me. I try to speak, but it’s just not possible. I lose myself beneath the will of my husband, lost in one of our roleplay sessions that always sends me soaring.
In what feels like a flash, my orgasm is rocking down on me, forcing my body to contract as I wrap my legs and arms around his unmovable physique and hang on for dear life.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Just like that.”
“Yes!” I almost scream.
