Sourdough Daddy
? All I Need To See - Mitch Rossell
28 weeks: Baby is the size of a koala joey
Griffin
Baby Daddies
Me: My dick is about to fall off.
Wilder: You too? Liv wants it 24/7
Jaxon: I don’t see the problem here. Just use your tongue.
Me: Tried it. My tongue is about to fall off.
Jaxon: Only one option left. Let her peg you.
I comeup behind my stunning wife. She’s standing in the mirrorat the foot of our bed, wearing nothing but her bra and panties.
Ourbed.
As of last week, this place belongs to her, too. I wanted her to feel at home, so we redesigned my bedroom to look like hers did at her old place with a few minor changes.
I skate my hands down her bare shoulders. “What are you looking at?”
Angie sighs, tracing a finger along her pronounced bump. “More new stretch marks.”
I press my lips to the sensitive spot behind her ear, eliciting a shiver. “Do you want to know what I see when I look at them?”
She locks eyes with me in the mirror and nods.
Snaking my hands around her body, I trace a faint pink line close to her belly button. “I see the first time I felt her kick.” I move my hand to another one, lower this time. “I see her first smile.” And another. “Her first steps.” Finally, to the one she’d trailed her finger over only seconds ago. “The first time she calls me daddy. I see your body changing and making room for our little girl to grow and thrive.”
She glances over her shoulder, misty-eyed. “Girl?” she chokes out.
“You convinced me,” I admit. “But it doesn’t matter either way. She already has half of my heart.
A flash of insecurity crosses her features, an uncommon occurrence for Angelina. Her vulnerability is often hidden beneath a layer of confidence and surety that she wears like armor. “And the other half?” she asks.
“Yours,” I murmur.
Her breath hitches slightly.
My lips ghost over the shell of her ear as I glide my hand across the swells of her breasts, attempting to distract her fromthe emotional weight of the moment. “Do you want to know what else I see?”
She leans her head back against my chest, a slight smile tugging at her pink lips as she watches me intently in the reflection. “Tell me,” she says breathily.
“Mm. Think it’d be more fun to show you. Hold onto the mirror.”
I slip my fingers beneath the silky fabric of her bra, teasing and rolling her sensitive nipple between my fingertips. Her eyes drift shut, and she lets out a slow exhale.
I press an open-mouth kiss against her neck. “Give me those eyes. Watch me worship you.”
Her hooded gaze reflected in the mirror sends a surge of heat straight to my aching cock.
I slip my boot between her bare feet, kicking them apart. “Spread those pretty thighs for me, baby girl.”
