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Jones
“No, baby girl. The answer is no,” I said sternly.
Karla huffed out her cheeks, making her annoyance with me abundantly clear.
“You can’t tell me what to do!” she screamed, then turned and ran out the back sliding door.
“Karla! Karla, get back here!” I held back the urge to yell back that, as her papa, I very well could tell her what to do. But I knew it wouldn’t help the current situation. It never did when my mama used to tell me that when I was a kid. Fuck, was I turning into my mother?
Both the dogs sprinted after her, not even shooting a glance back at me. I understood Sunny going after his human, but I was supposed to be Lily’s human, and she just trotted after them without a single care for me. That traitor.
Ryan tucked himself beside me and laid his head on my shoulder.
“Our baby girl is growing up,” he said with a laugh. He sounded amused when he should be helping me get our daughter to listen.
“This isn’t funny, Ryan,” I grumbled.
His head left my shoulder, and I was met with an eye raise instead. “Oh, I’m Ryan now, am I?” he said, blue eyes sparkling.
God, I loved those eyes. Even after a decade together, they were my favorite thing to wake up to in the morning. They were my weakness, and with Karla having the exact same eyes, I knew I was a lot more lenient with her than Ryan was.
“Sparkles, this is a serious matter,” I said with a huff. “We can’t just let her go to this party. She told us herself that her boyfriend is going to be there! What if they’re alone? What if they kiss! And speaking of, can we circle back to the whole her having a boyfriend thing? It’s way too early for her!”
“Oh noooo. How scandalous!” Ryan said dramatically and totally not sounding like it was a big deal at all. He laughed when I crossed my arms, then leaned to kiss my frown away. “She’s fifteen, Jones. Everyone’s kissing at her age.”
“Not me I didn’t,” I muttered. “I didn’t have my first kiss with you until I was eighteen. As a legal adult, as it should be.”
Ryan’s features softened and he leaned in for another kiss. I wasn’t going to deny myself a taste of those delectable lips, so I pulled him around the waist and went in for a nice, deep kiss. He laughed and held onto to me to keep from falling from my sudden movement.
“Well, not everyone is lucky like us and get to have our first kiss with the person we’re meant to be with.”
“Damn right,” I agreed and nipped on his bottom lip before releasing it with a pop. He merely laughed and wrapped his arms around my neck to stay close to me just as he was supposed to be.
Ten years together and I still couldn’t get enough of him. I didn’t think I ever would.
“The new butt plug I ordered arrived,” Ryan said suddenly.
“Oh, yeah? You gonna tell me what plans you have for this new toy?” I asked, my hands sliding down his back to find his ass. He shook his hips like the fucking tease he was. My cock was half-mast and eager to get the party started.
“You’re going to model our toy for me, then slide your cock against my prostate until I come.”
“God, I love when you tell me what to do,” I replied breathlessly. My cock strained against his stomach, so fucking ready to do his bidding.
“It’s not often we get the house to ourselves, so we should make the best of it, don’t you think?”
My erection instantly deflated, because the implication of Karla not being here meant that she’d be at the party. With her boyfriend.
Just the thought of them together without adult supervision killed my mood faster than a speeding bullet. The thought might as well be a bullet straight to my heart.
“C’mon Jones. Don’t you think you’re being a little too overprotective?” Ryan said as he used his fingers to physically turn my frown upside down.
I shook my head to shake him off. “I don’t think you’re worrying enough about this. They’re going to be alone! Together! Who the hell knows what that strange boy will do to her!” I said in a huff.
“Jake is a nice boy, and he isn’t going to do anything to Karla.”
“You can’t know that. We can’t trust them boys,” I muttered. I squeezed his asscheeks hard, because I needed to do something calming right now. Ryan gave me an indulgent smile that said he knew exactly what I was doing.
“Even if that is the case, it doesn’t matter because I trust our daughter. She has a solid head on her shoulders and knows her limits.”
“Yeah, she does,” I said with a smile. “You did a good job raising her.”
“We did a fucking amazing job with her. And that’s why we can trust her to make her own choices. That means we should respect her decision to date, regardless of how not ready you think she is.”
“He’s not good enough for our baby girl,” I grumbled. Jake was an okay dude, I guess. But okay didn’t cut it for Karla. She deserved someone fucking spectacular. And if I had any say in it, that person wouldn’t appear for another ten, no, twenty years. Karla could get married and move out when she was thirty—and even then, that was too soon for my liking.
Ryan chuckled and the corners of his eyes crinkled in smile. He playfully tugged at the end of my beard, which had me grumbling more.
Karla had started the beard tugging trend and Ryan had followed. My friends now liked to tease me by trying to imitate them, but only my two special people were allowed to touch my sacred beard. Anyone else got a bitch slap from me.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Ryan stated. “And no, we can’t keep our girl by our side until she’s thirty.”
“But—”
“No buts,” he said with his pointer finger to my lips. He dragged it lightly over my bottom lip. “The only thing I want you thinking about right now is getting that butt plug inside of you.”
A soft gasp escaped me as I squeezed his ass, because I knew as soon as I was suited with the plug, his sweet hole was mine.
I pulled him in for a kiss to seal the deal, when the sound of the back sliding door opening was heard.
“Ew, are you two being all mushy again?” our daughter commented, sounding every bit the disgusted teenager.
Ryan laughed and pressed one last kiss to my lips before turning to Karla.
“I thought you were sneaking off to the party,” he said teasingly.
Karla rolled her eyes and gestured down to her outfit. “I can’t very well go looking like this.”
“I think you look fine,” Ryan replied, which earned him another eye roll.
“And that’s why I need Papa’s help choosing an outfit for tonight. You’ll help me, won’t you, Papa?” she asked, blinking up innocently at me like we hadn’t been fighting earlier.
“I…”
If this was for anything else, I would have agreed immediately, but I was really reluctant to dress her up so that everyone at this party could fawn over her.
The rejection was on the tip of my tongue, but then my husband nudged me and mouthed “tonight”, and fuck did I want to be alone with him to play out all the dirty things he had in mind for me.
“Fine, but you’re not wearing anything too revealing,” I told Karla. She reluctantly agreed and ran to her room.
I faced my husband again and leaned into his ear to whisper, “Get ready to walk funny tomorrow.”
His laughter chased behind me as I followed our daughter to her room.
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Ryan
“You call us if anything happens, okay? And if you want to come home or need a ride, just let me know and I’ll be there. And remember, if anyone offers you anything weird to take, don’t do it. Good children don’t do drugs or alcohol,” Jones told Karla, who was rolling her eyes and looking like she wanted to leave already.
“I know, Papa. I’m not a child,” she said with the petulance that only a teenager could muster.
My husband’s expression said he thought she was still a child, but I was proud he managed to hold his tongue.
“I gotta go. They’re waiting for me,” she said and gestured to Jada’s car parked in our driveway. Imani waved from the passenger seat, while her mom chuckled in the driver’s seat.
“Maybe I should take you and check the party out for myself,” Jones muttered.
“Don’t you dare, Jones Denn. Karla, go while I hold your papa back,” I told her. She grinned and kissed our cheeks, then with a “love you”, she was sliding into the backseat of the car.
Jones watched until the car was out of sight.
“You’ve really got the whole protective papa bear thing down pat. What are you going to do when she goes off to college and is partying every night?” I asked, and his reply was the look of sheer horror.
“Maybe she can commute to college from home?” he said weakly.
“Good luck telling her that,” I said with a laugh, then dragged him inside. The dogs were at our heels, but I shooed them to their beds in the living room and locked ourselves into our bedroom.
“Now, I believe there were some promises made earlier,” I said, pushing him against the bed. He bounced a bit before landing flat on his back with a grunt.
I quickly pulled his shirt over his head and loved on his chest. His muscles seemed to have gotten even bigger over the years, and I didn’t know if that was the reason his nipples were now more sensitive, but I fucking loved it.
Jones let out a soft huff and threaded his hands into my hair. He twirled his fingers on the longer part of my fringe as I loved on his stiff peaks.
“Who do you think is at the party?” He suddenly said.
With his nipple still in my mouth, I looked up to glare at him.
“Fine, sorry. You can continue,” he said. At least he had the decency to look apologetic.
I kissed down his belly, loving the way he shivered under my lips. But when I pressed a kiss on his hipbone and was just about to get him fully naked, he spoke up again, “Do you think there’s going to be anyone over twenty-one there? You don’t think they’re going to bring alcohol, do you?”
I gave up trying to strip him of his pants and sighed. It was clear that if I wanted some fun, I was going to have to get him to stop thinking about our daughter first.
I plopped myself on top of him and let him support my entire body weight. Jones wrapped his hands around my lower waist. He slipped his fingers under my shirt and played with the skin there.
“Are you really going to worry about our daughter all night when we have the entire house to ourselves for the first time in a long time?” I asked.
He nibbled on his bottom lip and shot me puppy-dog eyes. “It’s not like I can just stop myself from worrying.”
I loved that Jones was the true Papa Bear to Karla, but sometimes he got a little too overprotective.
“You can worry all you want, but you have to accept that she’s going to leave the nest eventually. This is only the start,” I told him.
“We’re going to be empty nesters,” he grumbled very unhappily.
I laughed and tugged the end of his beard again. “If the nest is going to be empty, then I’m flying out of here as well.”
He glared at me. “That’s not funny. Don’t even joke about trying to leave me all alone.”
“I wouldn’t even think about it. If I’m leaving, I’m taking you with you. I’ll tuck you in my back pocket if I have to,” I said and kissed his collarbone.
“Yeah? Where would you take me?”
“We’ll travel and see the world like how we’ve sometimes talked about. Go somewhere outside of the country, or maybe one of the places Wren made a video about. We’ll take the honeymoon we never had the chance to have and romance the hell out of each other.”
His eyes softened and his lips pulled up too. “That sounds nice. I’ve always wanted to see how they build in other places.”
I shook my head and laughed. Of course, Jones would think about his construction company even while on vacation.
“You sure we can’t take Karla with us, though?” he asked a second later.
“Then it wouldn’t be a honeymoon anymore, would it?” I said, eyes narrowed at him.
“That’s true…” He was silent for a second, as if thinking, then said excitedly, “We’ll have our honeymoon then Karla can meet us for a family trip.”
The smile on his face was so bright now, as if he’d just had the best idea in the world.
I couldn’t do anything but smile along with him. Jones treating Karla like he was his own was one of the things I loved about him. It warmed my heart knowing he wanted to spend more time with us as a family.
“I love you,” I said, and his smile turned softer.
He bent his head down to reach my lips and took his time to kiss them. “I love you too, Sparkles,” he said when the kiss ended.
His hands roamed down my back to squeeze my ass, and I could feel his erection growing against my stomach.
Jones licked his lips, and heat suddenly filled his eyes. “I think I’m ready for some adult time and to get on with tonight’s activities,” he said in a rasp.
I beamed and plopped a kiss on his lips before pushing myself off the bed.
“I’ll get the plug! You better be undressed by the time I return,” I told him.
“Aye-aye, sir!” Jones called back. There were sounds of laughter and the rustling of clothes behind me. I knew he was following my orders to get naked.
As expected, when I returned from the bathroom, butt plug in hand, Jones was spread out on our bed, naked and looking absolutely mouth-watering.
“Fuck, you got the party started without me,” I said, eyeing his fingers as they slowly stretched out his hole.
“Wanna hurry and get inside you,” he breathed out. He did something with his fingers that had him moaning and me rushing to get to him.
I’d never gotten undressed quicker in my life as I reached the bed and smacked his hand away from his hole. I replaced it with my tongue and had my fill of tasting him. Once he was nice and loosened, I sucked the plug between my lips to get it wet for him.
Jones watched me the entire time, and my body burned from the heat of the gaze. He lifted a leg in invitation. “Hurry up. It’s my turn to torture you.”
“Is it really torture if you’re enjoying it?” I teased.
The corner of his lips hooked up, and he opened his mouth to say something, but the words were cut off from me slamming the plug inside. I salivated from seeing how his hole twitched around the small stem at the base. My cock throbbed, wishing it was inside him instead of the toy.
It never seemed to surprise me just how turned on this man made me.
Jones lay motionless with his eyes closed. He was probably trying to adjust to the large plug. I got tired of waiting and quickly opened myself up, then straddled his legs.
His eyes blinked open when I landed my palm on his lower stomach to steady myself.
“Fuck,” he muttered quietly. His hands found their way to my hips as I slowly speared myself on his hard cock.
“Oh, god. This is gonna end far too quickly,” he breathed out in huffs.
“Then you better hurry up and pound me into this bed.”
He let out a growl that had my cock throbbing. In one smooth motion, he twisted our bodies until our positions were reversed. How he’d managed to stay inside me the entire time was beyond me, but I didn’t have time to ponder that before he was doing as I asked: pounding me into the bed.
I didn’t even have a second to get my bearings before his punishing thrusts along with his tight fist over my cock had me spilling all over his hand.
Jones captured my mouth, and with one final thrust, he was painting my insides with his cum. His hips slowed, but he kept rocking into me until he was completely soft.
He kissed me one last time. “We’re so doing that again soon, but I think I need a break from the butt plug for a bit,” he said with a wince.
I laughed and kissed him back. We were definitely doing that again, but I wasn’t in a rush. We had an entire lifetime together, after all.
I hope you enjoyed a glimpse in their future 🥰 Up next in the series is Dan and Clay in Promised Secret!
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