SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION: Creaming on daddies spicy erotica

y time we moved on the dance floor, his hands stayed low on my waist, fingers pressing into me like he was already claiming what was his. I can still feel the heat of his palms t

yes-don't stop-" I come hard, hips jerking as I gush straight into his mouth. Hot spurts flood his tongue; he swallows greedily, throat working while it drips down his chin and neck. I yank his head back by the hair, chest heaving. "Pants off. Now." He scrambles to his feet, belt clinking, zipper ripping down. His trousers drop, and his cock springs free-hard and angry, tip leaking as it slaps against his abs. I turn fast, dropping to my hands and knees on the bed, ass up, belly hanging just enough, face pressed into the pillow. He grabs himself, rubs the fat head over my clit once, twice-teasing, making me whine-then lines up at my entrance. "Start talking," he growls, pressing forward just enough to stretch me. I push back greedily. "She's infertile," I pant. "Been lying for months. Tomorrow she was going to cut the baby out of me at ten weeks-" He slams into me in one brutal thrust. "Fuuuuck!" I scream into the pillow, fingers clawing the sheets. He doesn't hold back-hips crashing against my ass, balls smacking my clit with every deep stroke. My tits swing heavy, belly bouncing under me, the bed creaking loud enough to wake the house. I'm so wet it's messy, creamy arousal coating him, leaving thick white rings every time he pulls back. He fists the veil still tangled in my hair like reins, yanks my head back, and pounds harder. "Say it again," he grits out. "It's our baby-only ours-she's stealing it-" He flips me onto my back in one motion, throws my ankles over his shoulders, and folds me in half. I'm completely open, helpless. "Ultrasound's in the folder-look-" He snatches it off the nightstand with one hand, eyes scanning the proof while his hips never stop driving into me-deep, punishing strokes that make my breath catch. "She lied to my fucking face?" he roars, tossing the papers aside. Both hands grip my hips now, slamming so deep I feel him everywhere. "Yes-daddy-yes-" I squirt again, harder, soaking his abs and thighs as they tremble around his shoulders. He pulls out, slaps his soaked cock against my clit twice-sharp, stinging pleasure-then buries himself again and comes. Thick, hot pulses flood me while he groans my name like it's being ripped out of him. We collapse, panting, his weight pressing me into the mattress, cock still twitching deep inside. I reach blindly under the pillow, pull out the pen, and press it into his shaking hand. He signs every page without pulling out-cum still leaking around him with each scratch of ink. "Tomorrow," he whispers against my lips, voice raw, "she's gone." I smirk, clenching around him one last time to milk that final drop. "Good boy." 7:00 a.m. The day Jessica finally leaves this house for good. I pad downstairs barefoot. Jessica