Such a Daddy

The kitchen is scented with fresh herbs, and minced vegetables for the lunch you and Austin are preparing together. 

Sunlight streams through the large windows, catching the sandy brown of his hair, making his blue eyes gleam as he chops basil with a practiced hand. 

His biceps flex in his fitted white muscle tee, and his full lips curve into a soft smile as he catches you staring. 

You’re leaning against the counter wearing a flowy dress that hugs your curves as you finish placing fresh strawberries in a bowl, and Austin can’t seem to keep his eyes… or hands… off you. 

“Baby, you’re distracting me,” he murmurs, his voice low and warm, and he slides one hand along your waist, pulling you closer. His thumb brushes just above your hip, and you shiver, already feeling the heat of him. 

“Me?… You’re the one looking like that,” you tease, pushing your fingers under the thin fabric of his tee and down his chiseled abs peeking through.

He glances at you his blue eyes darkening as they catch the light. He grins slowly setting the knife down, then suddenly his hands are on you, pulling you flush against him. His lips graze your ear, and you feel the hardness of him pressing against you through his pinstripe slacks.

“Forget about lunch,” he whispers, kissing down your neck, his breaths warm. “All I can think about is you…” he says, his hands sliding just above your navel through your dress. “I want to hear you call me Daddy,” he whispers.

Your breath catches, arousal pooling low in your core as his words sink in. “Austin…” you breathe, but he’s already kissing your neck again, murmuring softly against your skin.

“I wanna hear you say it, baby…” he breathes, pressing kisses. “Let me hear you say it.”

“Yes Daddy,” you obey, the word rolling out perfectly, and his grin widens with pride and desire. 

“Fuck, I love hearing that,” he says softly, cupping your face. “Say it again, baby.”

“Daddy…” you moan, and he kisses you deeply, his tongue sliding against yours, hands roaming your body. You’re dizzy with want, clinging to his broad shoulders as he lifts you onto the counter, the cool marble a shock against your thighs.

He pulls back, eyes locked on yours, and slides your panties down slow and deliberate, letting them fall to the floor. 

“So pretty for me,” he says, his voice yearning as he lowers the straps of your dress, exposing your breasts to him. His lips find your neck, kissing and sucking as his fingers tease your nipples and you arch into him, head falling back as you lightly moan.

“Is Daddy making you feel good?” He whispers against your skin.

“Y-es” you nod, barely able to respond, and his head dips lower mouth closing over one nipple, sucking gently, then the other, until you’re whimpering, hands in his hair, feeling the ache for him forming between your legs. 

“Austin, please…” you beg, and he smiles against your skin, standing to kiss you again. 

“Patience, baby,” he murmurs, but his hands are already spreading your thighs, fingers brushing your inner lips, parting them gently. 

He kneels, eyes hungry, and you feel exposed, vulnerable, and so turned on as he looks at your pussy like it’s a feast. His fingers hold you open, and his tongue laps at your clit in slow, deliberate strokes.

“Oh, Austin…—Daddy!” you cry, gripping the counter’s edge, your legs trembling. He hums against you, the vibration sending sparks through your body. His tongue works you expertly, dipping inside before circling your clit again. 

You’re a mess, moaning, hips bucking, and he holds you steady, one hand on your thigh, the other still spreading you open for his mouth. 

His tongue works you relentlessly, circling your clit and plunging deep in a perfect rhythm, until the pleasure crashes through you and you come hard, moaning for him, your body shuddering against his mouth.

He groans low and deep, lapping up every bit of your release like he’s starving for it, and his hands hold you open as your thighs tremble.

You’re still shaking when he finally stands, wiping his mouth with a smirk

“You taste so good, baby,” he says, unbuckling his belt and pushing his slacks down. His cock springs free, thick -hard and perfect, and you lean forward, kissing his neck, your hands wandering over the ridges of his abs, worshiping him as he strokes your hair.

He guides you back as he lines himself up, the tip brushing your entrance, and you’re so aroused you can barely think, your body soft and obedient for him.

“You ready for Daddy?” he asks, stroking himself.

“Yes, Daddy, please,” you whimper, and he pushes in, slow and deep, filling you completely. You gasp, clinging to his shoulders and he starts to thrust, each movement, hitting every spot inside you.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, his hands gripping your hips. He pulls your dress lower, his hand tweaking your nipple as he sucks your neck and he fucks you, his lips hot against your skin. “Call me Daddy again, baby,” he breathes, pulling back just enough to look at you.

“Daddy,” you moan, and he thrusts harder, his eyes locked on yours. 

“Yeah? You like this?” He rasps, his voice low and wrecked.

“Yes, Daddy, please,” you gasp, and his pace quickens, a low groan rising in his chest.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me lose it,” he gasps, going deeper, his cock stretching you perfectly. 

Your body tenses, hips rolling against him as your orgasm builds, and he feels it, his hand sliding between you to find your clit. It’s throbbing, tender, and he rubs it in tight circles, making you cry out.

“Come for Daddy,” he whispers, kissing you, his tongue tangling with yours.

Your orgasm hits like a wave, your body clenching around him, hips bucking as you moan, “Daddy!” and he keeps thrusting, dirty talk spilling from his lips.

“That’s it, baby, take it all… gonna fill you up …gonna …give you more,” he rasps, and you’re lost to him, barely able to keep up. His thrusts hit that perfect spot deep inside you with every stroke and your moaning as the pressure builds, overwhelming and sharp. 

He finds your clit again, squeezing gently, and you’re so sensitive it sends you spiraling into another orgasm almost instantly, your legs shaking.

“I—I…gonna come,” he groans, feeling you pulse around him and your legs are like jelly as he wraps them around his waist, holding you close as he thrusts faster, his mouth brushing yours, breaths mingling.

His brows knit, eyes squeezing shut as he chases his release, and you make desperate little sounds, urging him on.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants, pulling back and thrusting in deep, his cock pulsing as he comes, filling you with warmth. He slows, panting heavily, looking into your eyes with so much love it makes your heart ache.

“I love so much,” he says softly, still buried inside you, his hands gripping your thighs like he’s afraid to let go.

You grin, hand sliding to his jaw, kissing him deeply. “I love you too,” you respond, and he groans, kissing you again, refusing to pull out, as if he’s determined to take you again right then and there.

Finally, he eases out, and you brace your hands back on the counter, breathless and sated, your body humming with aftershocks.

Austin pulls his slacks back up, buckling his belt, a soft smile on his lips as he starts to finish lunch, but he can’t stay away.

He comes back, leaning next to you, his hand rubbing gentle circles on your stomach as he smiles.

“You’re such a Daddy,” you say, reaching for his jaw and his smile widens. 

“I love it when you call me that,” he says, and leans in kissing your lips once more like he can never get enough.

The kitchen is warm and charged with your love for each other, and you know, deep down, today is just the beginning of you calling him by his new title.

END ❤️‍🔥

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You woke to the soft glow of Christmas morning spilling into the room, the air filled with a cozy stillness. You lay nestled under the covers, feeling the warmth of Austin beside you. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, a soft sound that filled the quiet morning. You smiled, tracing the outline of his jaw with your gaze, taking in the way his short, slightly mussed hair framed his forehead.

The anticipation of Christmas morning settled in, the magic of the day intertwining with the comforting weight of your growing belly. This was a moment you’d dreamed about for years—your first Christmas as parents-to-be. Leaning closer, you brushed a soft kiss against Austin’s cheek, savoring the quiet intimacy of the morning.

“Merry Christmas, my love,” you whispered, your voice carrying all the warmth and joy you felt.

He stirred, his eyelids fluttering open as a sleepy smile spread across his face. “Merry Christmas, beautiful,” he replied, his voice low and raspy from sleep. He stretched, the movement highlighting the toned lines of his chest and shoulders, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of affection—and attraction—for him.

Austin rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand as he studied you with a soft, adoring gaze. “I’ll never get over waking up next to you,” he murmured, his fingertips brushing a stray curl from your face. “And now, waking up to both of you? It’s like Christmas came early.”

You laughed softly, the sound muffled by the blankets as you snuggled closer. “You’re already working the charm, huh? It’s barely morning.”

He smirked, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. “What can I say? I know my audience.”

“Are you ready to celebrate?” you asked, your heart racing with excitement.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he said, his blue eyes sparkling with affection. “I still can’t believe it’s our first Christmas with the little one. I feel like we should’ve had an extra stocking up already.”

“Next year,” you promised, resting your hand on your belly. “We’ll go all out, stockings and matching pajamas and everything.”

“Deal,” he said with a grin, pulling you into his arms for a lingering hug. The warmth of his embrace made you feel like you could stay there forever, wrapped in the simple perfection of the moment.

“Let’s exchange gifts,” you suggested, breaking the silence as excitement bubbled over.

Austin’s face lit up. “You first,” he said, gesturing for you to go ahead.

You reached beneath the blankets, retrieving a carefully wrapped gift. “I hope you like it,” you said, handing it to him and watching as he tore into the wrapping paper with childlike enthusiasm.

When he revealed the sleek leather watch case, his jaw dropped slightly, and a wide grin spread across his face. “Wow,” he said, running his fingers over the smooth surface. “This is perfect. You really know me, don’t you?”

You beamed, feeling a surge of happiness at his reaction. “I thought it’d be a nice way to keep your watches organized. Plus, I couldn’t resist—it looks so classy, just like you.”

He laughed, pulling you in for a kiss. “Classy, huh? I’ll take it.”

“Okay, now my turn,” he said, retrieving a small, beautifully wrapped box from the bedside table.

Your heart raced as you unwrapped it, revealing a delicate gold bracelet adorned with tiny charms, each one symbolizing a moment in your relationship. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you turned it over, reading the engraving on the inside: “Always with you.”

“It’s beautiful, Austin,” you whispered, emotion thick in your voice. “I love it.”

“I wanted you to have something to remind you of how much you mean to me,” he said, his voice soft and sincere. “Especially with our baby on the way… you’re the most important part of my life, both of you.”

He fastened the bracelet around your wrist, his touch lingering as he pressed a kiss to your palm. “Thank you for always making me feel like the luckiest man alive.”

“You’re the one who makes me feel special,” you said, your voice trembling slightly with emotion. “Thank you for always being you.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips softly against yours in a kiss that spoke of promises and love, of the future you were building together.

As he pulled back, a playful glint appeared in his eyes. “Ready to start the day?”

“Absolutely,” you said, grinning. “Let’s make this a Christmas to remember.”

Hand in hand, you stepped into the magic of the day, the air filled with love and the unspoken promise of all the Christmas mornings yet to come.

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