#dadddyyy

Packing for this day trip is making you nervous beyond belief. Anxiety fizzling in your veins, your palms already starting to sweat, and you haven’t even left the hotel room yet. You agreed to this, and quite willingly, but that was yesterday. Today is a brand new day, and now, you have to face the consequences of your decision. It’s something you’ve never experienced, and shockingly, this is new to Jack, too. But if there’s one person in the world you feel safe enough to do this with, it’s him. 

“You nervous, honey?” He asks with a teasing grin, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it. 

Sighing, you nod, turning to offer him a shy grin. The beach is about a fifteen minute drive from the hotel, and you’re not sure if you wish the ride was shorter or longer.

“Do you not want to do it?” He’s worried about you, genuinely. Jack only wants you to have a good time, that’s the only thing that’s important to him.

“No, I… I do.”

“You sure, sugar peach? ‘Cause we can turn around right now.”

“No.” Shaking your head, you give him a more confident grin. “I think this’ll be fun.” And then you shrug. “Kinda freeing.” 

And that prompts the return of that gorgeous grin. “Okay, honey.” Lifting your hand, he kisses the back of it again. “I’m glad.” 

It was his idea, and you know his reasoning behind it is true. Jack has no interest in looking at other women sexually, not when he has you. Genuinely, he thought you’d enjoy it. He knows how comfortable you are with your body, and how secure you are in your relationship. And he really likes your wording. Freeing. 

The first thing you do when you step out of the cab is make your way to the cabana he rented on the beach. You’d brought a tote with you, and he a cooler, both filled with snacks and drinks. You planned on spending the day here, enjoying the weather and each other’s company. 

Inside the little hut are two lounge chairs, a table between them, and a floor-to-ceiling shelf holding multiple towels. Cushions and pillows line the chairs, the material soft and plush and extremely comfortable. The colors are gorgeous, too, multiple shades of rich blues, reflecting the ocean and peaceful air surrounding you. Another comforting trait are the curtains at the front of the space, currently pulled to the side. But if you so wish, you can choose to untie and close them, granting you your privacy again. These cabanas are rather private in general, being off to the side instead of in the center of the beach. 

“I’m so proud of you, honey.” Comes your husband’s deep and reassuring voice. 

While setting down your tote, you smile, your back facing him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” He nods, coming up to hold you in his arms. “Goin’ out of your comfort zone with me.” 

From behind, his arms snake around your waist, holding you close and tight. It makes you grin, your hands grabbing his forearms while you nuzzle into him. 

“When do you wanna go out?” You ask, whispering. And you’re not sure why you’re being so quiet right now. Jack reads it as you showing your nerves to him; he sees right through you. 

Leaning in, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “How about now, babycakes?” 

“Do I have to take my bikini off now?” You ask when he releases you. Sliding off your cover-up, you’re left in nothing but your two-piece before him. 

He shrugs, taking off his shirt and setting it on one of the chairs. “You go at your own pace, baby.” 

Jack will wait until you’re ready to undress for him to do the same, he doesn’t want to pressure you. But honestly, watching Jack take off his shirt excites you. You know that sexual activity isn’t generally acceptable on a nude beach… but that’s what you have the cabana for. 

Walking out of the cabana brings your anxieties to life. Even though you’re both still dressed, you’re nervous as all hell. Jack brought two towels, one for each of you to lay on over the sand, and while he’s setting them up, he can see you fidgeting. 

“C’mon now, honey.” He stands, moving to place his hands on your hips. His thumbs rub you, his handsome face looking down at you. “It’s okay, daddy’s here.” 

Those words alone make you relax, staring up at him lovingly. He can see your shoulders lower to their natural state, contentment washing over you as he lifts his hands to rub them, too. 

“That’s it, sugar.” Leaning down, he gives the tip of your nose a little kiss. “Let’s have a good time, today.” 

The beach isn’t packed, but there’s definitely a crowd. Honestly though, you don’t really care about the other people here. It doesn’t interest you, looking at them. Not when Jack’s naked body is about to be right beside you.

“You care if I get undressed, angel?”

Releasing your worries with a soft breath, you shake your head. “No, daddy.” 

The praise you gave him the other day truly returned him to his natural state. He’s not even hard and yet, he’s more than comfortable removing his swim trunks. In all honesty, Jack is a grower, not a shower, so there isn’t much to see in that department right now. But his overall body? Good lord, seeing him like this is making you weak in the knees. 

Grunting slightly he lays down, getting cozy. Following his lead, you sit on your own towel beside him, the Italian heat warming your skin. You’d picked a warmer day to go out, and while it’s not blazing, it’s still enough to make you tan. 

Turning on his side, he faces you, grinning widely. Reaching out, he smoothes a hand over your side, then your stomach and hip. 

“Such a beautiful thing.” He mutters, eyes running over your body. “Go on,” Your husband nods expectantly. “Take your top off, baby.” And then, he looks up, staring into your eyes. “Let others see what daddy owns.” 

His words make you shiver, your eyes trained on nothing but him. And his, on you. Sliding your hands back, you take a breath, undoing the straps. 

“Yeah…” Dark orbs stare at your chest, waiting for the fabric to drop from it. And when it does, he groans. “That’s such a good girl, baby…” 

You’ve never done this before, been topless in public, and you feel so incredibly exposed. Your blood runs ice cold with nerves, your breaths picking up just a bit. And even though he knows he’s not supposed to, not out here, he reaches over, cupping your right breast and giving it a squeeze.

“Baby,” You giggle, glancing around nervously.

“I know,” He grins, pulling his hand away. But then he sighs, shaking his head. “Honey, come give your daddy a kiss.”

Fuck, you loved when he talked like this. You can’t deny his small request, immediately leaning over to press your curling lips to his. Jack wants nothing more than to grope you, cup and fondle your naked tits. It drives him wild, seeing you like this. And while the two of you didn’t go into this with sexual thoughts, they’re growing naturally and rapidly. 

Already, you can see people looking at you, eyes glancing your way. It makes you blush, shying away from their gaze. But your husband reaches out, grabbing your chin and lifting your face proudly. 

“What they see,” He whispers, rubbing his thumb over your skin. “Is what I have.” 

Nodding, you grin shyly. “Yes, daddy.”

Jack is a people-watcher, but refrains from doing so today. He doesn’t want you to think he’s gawking at the other women here. You’re the only thing on his mind. 

Laying down feels nice, especially when you finally decide to remove your bottoms. You turn onto your front, letting your back feel the heat of the sun. Crossing your arms, you rest your head in the cradle they make, breathing out contentedly beside your husband.

“You’re heavenly.” Sliding a hand over your back, he sighs. 

It makes you laugh, his overt praise and adoration. He’s laying down, but his head is turned to the side, looking at you. You’re so distracting to him, always, but especially like this. 

“You’re really liking this, huh?”

“Fuck yeah.” It’s immediate, his response, that southern drawl deep and raspy, just like it always is when he’s horny.

“Well, maybe you can experience heaven later.” You tease, smiling. 

“Why wait?”

“Babe, we can’t do anything on the beach. You know that.”

Now, he rolls over bringing his face close to you. “Why do you think I rented the cabana?” 

“You wanna go in there already?” You ask him, now opening your eyes. “We’ve only been out here for like thirty minutes.” 

“I need you, honey.” He finally admits, sighing heavily. “Besides…” Taking a look over his shoulder, he mutters, “I can’t hide myself too well out here.” 

Smirking, your eyes dip down, finally realizing his half-hard erection. 

“You want me to take care of that?” Lifting a flirtatious eyebrow, you drag your gaze back up his body to look into those dark brown eyes. Or rather, puppy dog eyes, at this point. 

“Yes, baby.” He almost whines, and just like that, he’s grown submissive for you. Honestly, it’s so easy to get him to beg for you. 

Giggling, you begin to hoist yourself up from your face-down position. “Think you can make it back to the cabana?” 

With a wild grin on his face, he jumps to his feet, grabbing your hand and lifting you onto yours. He keeps himself turned away from the general crowd, not wanting his entire erection to be seen. You take it upon yourself to gather your clothes and towels, chuckling when he starts to pull you away. 

Walking down a beach fully nude is… different, for you. The word you used earlier was accurate, it’s freeing. You’re no longer worried about other people looking at you, it honestly doesn’t feel any different than when you’re at a regular beach. And this transition of feelings is comforting. It’s so easy for Jack to nurture these traits within you, your excitement for adventure and your carefree nature. The overzealous passion your husband has for life truly inspires you. He brings out the best in you. 

Your stride is graceful, hips swaying as you step ahead of him. Subconsciously, he licks his lower lip, biting down on it. His favorite parts of you are on full display, and he couldn’t be more excited about it. Usually, he likes to keep you hidden, but letting other people see you like this is stirring something inside him. It’s like what happened at the Halloween party with Frankie… showing you off is something that excites him.

The second you set your clothes and blankets down, Jack is on you, having already shut the curtain. Large hands spinning you around, they then cup your face, bringing you into him. It’s already heated, his fervent and passionate kisses. The way his hands slide around to the back of your head so easily makes you wet, your body melting into him.

Humming happily, you slide your hands along his body, taking him in. You’re the first one to break the kiss, moving to his jawline and neck. His gorgeous neck, your teeth already nipping at the tawny skin. Slithering your hand down, you grab him, doing so gently. It makes him gasp, hands pawing at your naked body.  

“You wanna lay down for me?” Something inside you wants to take the wheel, but you know it’ll be back in his hands eventually. 

“Oh, yeah…” He groans, backing up until he’s landing on the lounge free of your clothing and towels. 

And as soon as he’s on the cushions, you’re crawling over him, your naked body sliding along his. You can see it in his eyes, he’s entranced by you. 

“You’re fucking gorgeous, honey.” His palms slide along your waist, skilled fingers grabbing you. And they trail lower, too, taking hold of your backside and squeezing you. “So fucking sexy…” 

Reaching up with a desperate hand, Jack grabs your neck, pulling you down to him. Your lips meet his in a firm press, full of tongue and wandering spit and it makes you moan into him, the vibrations of it dancing over his hand. And the way you settle over him brings him pure happiness, feeling your soft tits press into his firm chest. He’s moving against you, meeting each of your kisses and then demanding more. And by now, he’s risen fully beneath you, pressing against your naked core. 

“Daddy?” You ask, calling for his attention. 

On command, his eyes dart up to you, feeling your fingers brushing along his smooth cheek. “Can I…”

“Can you what, baby?” His brows furrow, wondering what you’re thinking, wanting to please you. 

Even after spending so many years with him, you still get shy talking dirty with him. And he finds that incredibly cute.

Whispering, you request, “Can I spit in your mouth?” 

“Oh,” His eyes roll back, his head dropping onto the cushions below. “Baby, you know daddy loves it when you spit in his mouth.” 

A giddy grin crosses your expressions, both of your hands rising to hold his handsome face below you. He closes his eyes, sighing dramatically as he parts his lips. And within seconds, your trail of spit drips directly onto his tongue, sliding along his taste buds. The absolutely feral groan that comes from his throat surprises you, forcing out a sigh as you sit above him. It sends an intense shiver through his entire body, through his goddamn soul. He loves playing with your spit, loves when you play with his. It’s so lewd to him, such a filthy little habit. And it excites him beyond reason.

Your small yelp makes him grin, feeling the sting of his palm on your flesh. He does it again, spanking your ass and gripping it firmly in his strong hand.

“You’re such a dirty little girl for me.” He growls, lifting his head to nuzzle into your neck.

“Daddy!” It’s a small squeal, one said alongside your giddy grin.

“You gonna take care of me?” He then asks, dragging his lips across your neck to place wet and sloppy kisses on your skin. “I need you to take care of me…” You know what he’s talking about, how could you not? The very object he’s referencing is sitting stiff beneath you, pulsing between your legs. 

“‘Course I will, baby.” You can’t stop smiling; this day is turning out to be much more fun than you’d originally anticipated. 

The slow drag of your nails down his chest makes his muscles twitch, makes him lay even further back on your makeshift bed. Spreading his legs until his feet are on the ground, he allows you to slide further down, settling between them. 

You don’t even grab him, don’t toy with him at all. Immediately, your tongue lays out, running up the underside of his shaft. Hips bucking up slightly, he moans for you, soft and wanton. Sliding your tongue up, your lips envelope his tip, feeling his thighs shiver beneath your hands. The sweet taste of his precum drenches your tongue, prompting you to gently suck. 

The thickness of him will never be easy to take, but you’ll never not enjoy the challenge of it. While being conscious of your teeth, you take him in, moving your tongue as you do it. He enjoys the gentle stimulation, his hands rising to find the back of your head. Tenderly, he pushes you down, all the way to his base. The tip of your nose nestles into the hair scattering his pelvis, his musk evident as you begin to enjoy him. 

“You like that?” He asks, chuckling breathlessly when he feels your low moan. 

All you do is squeeze his thighs; it’s a loving touch, though - you’re not asking him to let you up. Collecting your hair in his hands, he uses this as leverage to move you, sliding your mouth over his dick a handful of times. He enjoys watching you take him, lifting his head and putting a pillow behind him so he can see you better. 

“Turn your head?” He says, “Turn your head to the side for me, angel.” He does it for you, moving his tip to rub against the fleshy skin of your inner cheek. “There you go, that’s it, babycakes.” Watching himself poke out against the side of your face, he chuckles. “Good girl.”

Fisting your hair with one hand, he grips his base with the other, thrusting his hips up against your mouth. His positioning against your cheek is uncomfortable, making your saliva pool in your mouth until it drips down onto his skin.

“Look at that,” He can feel the cool trickle of it on his pelvis. “Daddy’s sloppy little mess… my good, drooly girl.” 

He’s throbbing against your tongue already, his tip pulsing with need. He really loved seeing you naked on that beach. Becoming impatient with his own teasing, he releases you, but only briefly. Once he’s no longer shoving his tip against your cheek, he’s sliding it into your throat again. 

“Just like that.” He’s thrusting up against you while simultaneously moving you down, listening to your muffled mouth sounds. 

Your whimpers only serve to provoke him, low groans continuing to emanate from his chest. But you do your best to keep yourself quiet. The hut you’re in is multiple yards away from the main group of people, but it wouldn't be the first time you’d gotten complaints from neighbors. Jack, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to care. 

“I know you can take more of my cock in your mouth, that pretty fuckin’ mouth.” Gritting his teeth, he’s staring down at you with a wild sense of passion, breathing heavily through his mouth. “Jesus honey, your throat is so tight - fuck, your mouth always feels so fucking good.”

The force of your husband’s thrusts, the strength he holds in his arms and hands, makes tears well in your eyes, the harsh shove of him down your throat making you gag. Taking a deep breath, you shove aside that reflex, hollowing your cheeks to suck around him. 

“I love it when you gag, sweetheart.” He’s panting, watching in awe as you swallow him. “Daddy loves it when it’s deep.” 

Jack’s words only encourage you, his hands continuing to hold and brush your hair while you go down on him. Licking the underside of his cock, he groans again, jaw dropping open. 

“Further,” He demands breathlessly, and you do as he says. Leaning down, you take him, all the way to the back of your throat again. In turn, you move your body, bending over while shoving your hips into the air. 

“I need that.” He says without even thinking, staring at the curves of your ass. “Need it…” Mumbling and muttering, he stares at you, feeling those powerful waves vibrate through his body. 

You begin moving at your own pace, repeatedly fucking your throat open on him. The spit dripping from your mouth slides down his length, his girth repeatedly stretching your mouth wider for him.

“Oh baby, pretty baby, slow down.” Jack’s gasps have grown loud, his breathing becoming labored from your movements. His hips are stuttering, his legs are shaking, his precum endlessly oozing into your mouth from his tip. “You’re gonna make daddy cum.” 

With a harsh push, you lift yourself from him, needing to take in more than a few small breaths of air. You’re gasping, wiping your wet mouth with the back of your hand. The full length of him rests on his stomach, but not before he takes himself in hand. Pumping his girth two, three times, he grins. 

“You okay, darlin’?”

“You’re so cocky.” You grin, shaking your head. 

He tilts his own, responding with, “Don’t you love it?” 

Surging forward, you kiss him, melting over his body once again. With you so close, he grabs hold of you, spanking the sweet flesh of your thighs as they rest on him. 

“You’re naughty.” Jack mumbles against your lips, one hand returning to the back of your head. “Showing everyone your beautiful body, your pretty titties…”

“You liked that, daddy?”

“Oh honey, I fucking loved it.” The word is accentuated with his harsh grab on your ass, pulling you even closer to him. “And you know they saw your perfect ass…” 

Warm palms rub over your backside, his hot moan fanning over your cheek when you move to kiss his jaw. Smiling against him, you offer a flirtatious hum, sliding your pointer finger along his lower lip.

“Baby, daddy needs your body.”

“I’m right here, daddy.”