“This is a very good reason to be late, pretty baby,” Beau said, nipping down her neck.
Pressing her aching breasts against him, she rubbed her tender nipples across his chest hair. Beau spun her so that her back rested against his front. His large hands cupped and squeezed her breasts while his dick pressed into her back. Unable to take it anymore, she reached behind him and grabbed his length before bending forward a bit.
“Daddy, please, I need you,” she begged.
“Shh, I’m right here, baby. I’ve got you,” Beau said. He shifted them so she could rest her hands on the wall in front of them while he widened her legs. Confident fingers found her clit, making her cry out as he rubbed the swollen nub.
“Fuck, you’re soaked, pretty baby.”
Palmer felt his cock sliding though her folds before he eased inside of her. He was big, almost impossibly big, but the stretch felt so good. Closing her eyes, she let the sensations overwhelm her.
“You’re squeezing me so tight, baby. You feel so good,” he praised, sliding in until Palmer felt his pubic hair on her backside.
“Daddy,” she cried. It felt so good, but she needed something more.
“I’ve got you, baby, you’re so close aren’t you,” he almost growled. He rubbed her clit with two fingers, firm and fast. “That’s it, baby. Don’t fight it. Let it feel good,” he coached, sliding in and out.
Everything inside her felt tight and so impossibly good. “I think I’m com…” was all she got out before pleasure crashed over her, stealing her words and her breath.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it. Oh fuck, you’re gorgeous when you come,” Beau said, working his shaft in and out of her. “You’re taking me so well, pretty baby. Fuck!” he yelled.
Palmer could feel his cock pulsing inside of her as he unloaded his seed.
“Fuck, baby,” he said, holding her close and kissing her back.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?” he asked, pulling out of her and turning her in his arms.
“That was magical.”
Chuckling, Beau nodded. “I told you it would be, pretty baby.”
“If it’s always that good, I might die.”
“It would be a hell of a way to go, Palmer.” He pressed a kiss to her mouth. “Thank you, pretty baby. That was beautiful.”
Beau’s phone rang from his pants pocket, echoing in the small bathroom. The notification read off Sam’s name, making Palmer giggle. “I think we’re very late, Daddy.”
“Finally, I didn’t think you were ever going to get here!” Pippi exclaimed from the entrance of the Italian restaurant.
Palmer giggled. “Sorry! We hurried as fast as we could.”
“Your Daddy was fussing with his hair wasn’t he? It’s always those curls’ fault,” Uncle Sam teased, hugging her close. He had a knowing look in his eye that made Palmer blush fifty shades of red.
Piper giggled again.
“Hello, sweet girl,” Auntie Catherine said, squeezing her tight.
“Hello, Auntie Catherine.”
“Did you know they have smiley-face pizzas here?” Pippi asked, hopping around in excitement. “They’re to die for.”
Palmer joined in Pippi’s hopping. The Little girl’s excitement was contagious.
“Oh no. It looks like we have two jumping beans,” Beau teased. He picked Palmer up before she got hurt.
“Palmer, did you know about the crafting class for tomorrow?”
