Abe wants a baby and Frannie can at least try to give him one in my brand new story, Breed Me, Daddy. All it takes is a lot of unprotected sex.
Here’s a little sample:
“I want you, Abe.”
He growled. Actually growled. “Oh, Frannie. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I do. Look at me. Feel me. I know what I want.”
“You don’t have to do this to make me feel better. You don’t owe me this.”
“It’s not about that. I think I’ve always wanted you, just never let myself think about it. But there’s nothing in our way now. No reason to stop.”
“There are a million reasons to stop.”
“None that matter. And don’t tell me you don’t want it. I can feel you do.”
“Good god, girl. Anyone in his right mind would kill to be with you. But we’re family and this is wrong.”
“We’ll always be family. But all that’s left of your marriage is paperwork. That means nothing compared to our feelings. We’re just two adults who care about each other. And car for each other. Don’t you love me, Abe?”
He looked deep into my eyes and answered just how I needed him too, with a long, slow, soulful kiss I could feel from my head to my toes. Abe pulled back to yank my shirt off over my head and then tumbled us both off the couch onto the floor. He crouched over me and took his shirt off too and then kissed me again, letting whole length of his body lay on top of me, his full weight on me. I loved it. From the heated kiss to the tickle of his chest hair to the insistent push of his cock against me it was perfect and out control and foreign and familiar all at once.
I’d had a whole plan, a way things would progress but I threw it out and said the only thing I could. “Fuck me, Abe. Fuck me now.”
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