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Kurt
My days have been long and every minute I was away from my family, I died a little on the inside. But I can’t take any of it back and wouldn’t. I’d do it all again for her—for Christa and our daughter, Kenadee. They are both so beautiful. I never knew a love like ours could exist in this fucked up world. I never knew what real love was until I saw a picture of my baby girl. Hell, she isn’t a baby anymore, she’s two.
I’m sitting on the living room floor playing dolls with my princess. Well, she just wants to take their clothes off, but whatever she wants to do I am happy just to watch. I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s beautiful. The perfect mix of her mother and me.
Kenadee has my grey eyes and her mother's unruly curls.
“Time for your bath, sweet pea,” Christa says, scooping her up from the floor.
“Let me,” I tell her, not wanting to miss another moment. I’ve missed out on enough.
“You sure?” My wife questions, and I try not to let it piss me off. She’s gotten to experience it all. I’m home now, and I’m ready to step up and be the best damn father and husband.
“Yeah, babe, I need to do my part. You’ve been on your own for three years, but no more. I’m here now. I got you.”
Her smile strokes my wounded ego.
I push my pride aside and admit I need help. I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. I don’t know anything about taking care of a little girl, but I’ll learn.
Kenadee splashes half the water out on the floor by the time I get her hair washed.
Christa wraps her up in her towel, while I dry the floor.
Then we take her to her room, and I lay in her bed, reading the My Goodnight book to her until she falls asleep, as Christa watches us from the doorway.
I just want to watch my princess sleep, but I know another woman who is in desperate need of my attention and affection too.
Kissing my baby girl on her forehead one more time, I turn out the lamp and shut her door, leaving it cracked open a little.
In search of my wife, I find her in the kitchen, downing a shot with shaky hands.
“You all right?”
She wipes the liquor from her lips with the back of her hand. I forget that she’s had three years to change. Even with our visits, I don’t know my wife at all.
She doesn’t know the man I became while I was doing time. I feel on guard at all times, waiting for someone to make a move on me. When she crept up on me in the hall, I already knew she was standing there before I turned around. I am always aware of my surroundings. I did smile to myself, hearing the bat she was going to attack me with hit the floor. I'm glad she had it with her, especially after what happened with Perry.
“It’s been an emotional day,” she says with a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
“That it has,” I agree, crossing the room to her. I have to chuckle when I see that damn spoon hanging on the wall. I miss that crazy old bird. I wish Gram could be here with us today. She was a nutty coot, but she loved Christa so much.
I take the spoon from the wall and smack it across my palm. Christa nearly jumps out of her panties.
“Just what do you plan on doing with that?” She eyes the spoon with a devious smirk.
“I can think of a few things.” I grin moving closer to her.
“Care to share what those things are?”
“Nope, but I’ll show ya,” I tell her.
Without warning I jerk her pants down and bare her bottom, bending her over the kitchen table.
“Kurt!” She says my name in a raspy laugh.
“Shhh, be still, baby,” I growl.
When she stops squirming around, I go for it, spanking her ass with the spoon a few times, growing hard at the faint red lines glowing on her cheeks.
Tossing the spoon aside I go down behind her and spread her open. Rubbing my fingers over her pussy, I find it’s fucking soaked for me.
“You loved me spanking your ass, didn’t you,” I grit, pumping my fingers in her slick heat.
“No,” she lies, wiggling against my palm.
I bite her on the ass cheek hard. “Don’t fucking lie. Tell me how much you liked it. Tell me how much you missed my cock and how badly you want it.”
“I missed you more than you’ll ever know. I want you to fuck me hard and deep. I want to feel you cum deep inside me, and I loved you spanking my ass, Kurt.”
My cock nearly jumps out of my jeans as I undo the button and unzip myself.
I slam into that pussy that curves to my dick and I feel at peace.
Tomorrow I will have to check in with my club and get back to business, but tonight I will make up for lost time by fucking my wife until she goes blind.
I pump in and out, relishing in the moans of pleasure coming from Christa's sweet mouth. I’m about to cum when an eerie feeling of being watched washes over me. Chill bumps breakout over my skin. I could swear I hear Gram’s voice saying, “Hope you’re planting a baby in her womb. I gave you my spoon.”
“Did you hear that?”
“Hear what, why did you stop, I’m so close, babe.”
I shake my head. Prison has made me fucking crazy.
I glide in and out as Christa tenses beneath me clenching that pussy around my dick, and I explode, my cum jetting inside her.
I smile.
Yeah Gram, I’m planting babies.