Sienna

I turned my attention to Jessie. She shifted again as my fingers stroked her inner thigh, brushed against her vulva.

“Young lady.”

“Yes daddy?”

“I want your cunt again.”

Another inhalation of excitement left her lips. “Then I should probably give her to you.” She reached down to part her lips with two fingers. “She’s still all wet and messy from when you jizzed in her before.”

“Good.”

I rose and pulled her to her feet, took her hand and walked back inside. “Ride me on the couch.”

“Yes Sir.” Jessie’s lips quirked upward in a smile. “But could I get a taste first?”

“Certainly.”

She lowered herself daintily to her knees, pulled down my boxers shortly to reveal my slowly engorging penis. Hefting it in her hand, she looked up, then kissed the tip gently, swirling her tongue around the head, before opening her mouth to take it in.

I groaned at the sensation of her lips sliding up and down my length, the warm, wet suction, her tongue squirming against the sensitive underside.

“Fuuuuuuuck…”

I rested my hands on her head and she stiffened, then relaxed, allowed me to guide the pace, fucking her mouth at the speed and depth I desired.

Eventually, I pulled away, pulled her to her feet, kissed her on the lips as I pulled her to to me with a hand on her ass.

I kicked off my boxers and slouched on the furniture. Jessie grinned and straddled me, lowering her pussy to my twitching prick, slowly sliding her wet lips up and down it, holding my gaze and biting one finger seductively. Then she laughed, reached down, and guided me in, groaning deeply as I filled her. She was still wet from before, wet with her own copious feminine lubricant as well as my spunk, and she practically glided up and down my shaft in sinuous movements.

Her hands went to the tie for her robe and she exposed her body to my gaze with a shrug, the black garment sliding off her shoulders to the floor. I reached out and cupped a breast, delicately stroking the engorged nipple, making her writhe on my lap.

“Give them to me.”

She leaned forward, gripping the back of the couch, arching her back to thrust her slight tits into my face. I cupped one with each hand, lifting them, stroking the hard tips with my thumbs before tilting my head forward. I ignored the nipples, instead kissing and nibbling around them, making my girl giggle and sigh and twitch pleasurably around my dick as she continued to ride me.

Jessie whimpered when my lips finally made contact with her turgid nipples, wetting and suckling each one in turn. She enjoyed my attention so much on the left that she held my head to her chest with one delicate hand while grinding on my lap.

I wrapped my arms around her back and began rolling my hips, carving my cock up and down into her, less thrusting than short rolling movements, the combined stimulation taking her over the edge with a groan and a bite into my shoulder. Her body twitched under my hands, hips grinding forward and back uncoordinatedly as she gripped and released me.

I held her through her orgasm, enjoying the closeness of her body, the warmth of her sweaty skin, the feeling of her heart thudding next to mine.

Jessie looked up from my shoulder and gave me a shy smile, then kissed me. It wasn’t rough or lustful, it was…exploratory…her lips moving against mine like she was trying to discern how I liked to be kissed, her tongue darting into my mouth and then retreating. I took the lead, tangling my fingers in her black hair, gripping her butt with my other hand, holding her still on my lap while we made out.

Eventual we broke for air, and she looked down demurely and cutely while sucking in breath. “Gary?”

“Jessie.”

“Could I ask you for something?”

“Certainly.”

“Could you…” she paused, blushed. “Could you please put a finger in my ass?” Jessie lowered her head to my shoulder, probably so I didn’t have to see her embarrassed about asking for anal play. Her lips brushed my ear, wet and ticklish. “I’m a bad girl, I like to feel my daddy in all my holes.”

I responded by gripping her rolling butt tightly, spreading her cheeks wide. Her breath caught and the movements of her hips became slower and more deliberate. I brought two fingers to my mouth to wet them before seeking out the crack of her ass and rubbing her stretched starfish. There was a plaintive little whine in my ear as I pushed one digit, then two, up her backdoor, enjoying the clench of her muscular ring.

Double penetration seemed to inspire Jessie to movement and she began rolling her hips wildly, humping my cock in and out of her slippery sheath with a singleminded determination, finally arching her head back with a toss of her onyx hair to shout at the ceiling. My lover held my gaze as she came letting me watch the pleasure fire through her, the jerks and bucks and flushes of the feminine climax take her and then release.

And then it was my turn.

I fucked Jessie to my own climax, slouching further on the couch to thrust upward in her for what felt like an eternity, savoring the closeness and the feel of my loving woman in my arms, enjoying her breath chants of “oh fuck” and her giggles and laughs and squeals. When I finally spilled inside her, she watched my face as I watched hers, studying my expression while I pumped her full of my spunk.

“I love you, Gary,” she whispered.

“I love you too.” It came out as a croak.

We showered together, chaste due to our previous activities and the need to start our day. I watched lasciviously as Jessie shimmied into her underwear, walked around the suite topless pulling together makeup and clothing choices.

I dressed in jeans, boots, and a vintage Star Wars shirt, then pulled on a checked button up and rolled up the sleeves. I pulled the Emerson from my pocket with a snap, put it back after a spin around my finger, began tucking my Sig 320 RXP and spare mag in behind my belt buckle, adjusting it so it didn’t stab me in the stomach or scissor my dick uncomfortably.

Having had a hip replacement meant negotiating changes in my routine to avoid pain, but it beat being dead.

Jessie was fully dressed now, applying minimal makeup in the mirror, and I sent a quick text before checking the contents of my backpack. Tablet. Papers. Jewelry box. Leather case. First aid kit.

I took the oblong leather case out as Jessie approached me, collar in hand. “Please?”

It wasn’t a typical play collar, thick leather with restraint points built in. Instead, she daily wore a choker style necklace of thicker silver chain that dangled three onyx gems. We weren’t married, and she didn’t want a ring, but she has asked me for a piece of jewelry that reminded me that I owned her, body and mind.

I took the jewelry from her, reached around her slim neck to clasp it with practiced ease. Stepping back, I admired my handiwork and my woman’s beauty. She smirked and looked at the ground shyly.

“Got you a gift. Didn’t want you to not get one today.” I handed her the leather case from where I’d set it on the kitchen counter.

“You didn’t need to do that. I’m not the jealous type.”

My turn to smirk. “Oh I know.”

She unzipped the leather, set the case aside as she turned the small sheathed knife over and over in her hands, looked at me questioningly.

“Morgan broke your Skean Dhu. This is a custom, based on the Scottish Black Knife, not a mass produced version. Had to pay a pretty penny to get that Dan guy to serrate it for you.”

Jessie pulled the stonewashed blade free from its kydex sheath, gripping the cord-wrapped handle over and over, finding the best grip. Eventually she looked up at me, redness having started to form around her eyes. “You didn’t have to.”

“We’re leaving Milwaukee. I wanted you to have something to remember your dad by.”

My love blinked a few times, gave a shuddering sign, and stared at the ceiling until she regained composure.

“Thank you.”

——-

I left a message in my Protonmail drafts while we waited in the hotel lobby, waited for the elevator doors to ding open.

While we waited to start the next chapter of our lives.

Why was I nervous?

We were just talking today. Planning. I’d already committed to moving to one of the Wyoming districts of my bank, that was set in stone. Today I just picked one.

No.

Today we started fighting back.

The bells chimed softly to announce the elevator, and I turned from watching clouds blow across the bright blue sky through the gigantic atrium windows to watch Sienna usher Jane out of the elevator.

The little girl yelled when she saw us, sprinted across the lobby to slam into my leg and hug it tight. “Hi Gary!”

At home rehabbing after our respective near death experiences, Jessie and I had spent every moment not working towards recovery homeschooling Sienna’s daughter. She’d been behind on her speech, and now she was ahead. Now the four year old was doing math like a seven year old, and her penmanship was better than most of my colleagues twelve times her age.

I rubbed her blonde head and smiled as Sienna crossed the lobby. “How you doing?”

She rubbed her belly. “Tired and hot already. You?”

“Ready to get this day moving. Our meeting is down the street and we’ll be there most of the day. What do you have planned?”

“Lunch, malls, find a park, hopefully. Probably come back here and put on a movie for Jane so I can put my feet up.”

We walked out into the bright sunlight of Jackson Hole, Wyoming, moving at Sienna’s pace. Eight months pregnant, she was moving slower, and definitely heating up under the long sleeved shirts she wore to hide the burn scars. Her ex, a former Force Recon Marine turned terrorist, has given her the scars – and the baby – during a torture session where he’d finally broken her enough to get the location of a flash drive containing enough political blackmail to throw the entire country into chaos.