Chapter eighty-seven: Punish Me, Daddy

Chapter eighty-seven: Punish Me, Daddy

Jeffrey

"Just to be safe," Jessica said and unbuckled my belt, undoing my jeans and tugging them gently down my legs.

She leaned forward with her hands resting on my thighs, kissing my clothed díck and making me lean my head back against the wall.

"Alright, sir." She cooed seductively, her fingers trailing to the hem of my briefs.

"What have we got here? You are hiding a pistol from me?"

"I don't know, officer. Take a peek and look for yourself." I shrugged with a grin.

She looked up at me before slowly pulling my briefs down, releasing my hardened cóck and I groaned as she let her tongue swipe a small stripe up my shaft.

"Gush, Jessica." I breathed as she put her mouth straight on my balls, sucking on them and not wasting a moment.

"I would have grabbed your hair but I am a little tied up at the moment."

She kissed the tip of my díck before standing up, pressing her body to mine.

"If you want the key, you will have to find it."

"Find it? Where am I supposed to…"

Her eyes went from mine, down to her chest and then back up to me. My lips parted in awe and I looked down at her breast, seeing the indent of the key beneath the left bra cup.

"And how on earth am I supposed to get that?"

"Only one way to find out." She responded.

I looked at the knot that tied the top of her costume together, seeing it was loosely tied around. I leaned forward, grabbing one of the ends with my teeth and tugging until her shirt came undone, releasing the key as well as her beautiful chest.

"Can you let me go now?" She rolled her eyes playfully as she bent down to grab the key.

"I suppose you have been found innocent." She said, turning me around and releasing the handcuffs from my wrist.

"Now it is my turn."

I grabbed her hips and pushed her down on the bed, immediately tugging her skimpy skirt down, only to reveal that she wasn't wearing underwear.

"I can see, you are definitely not innocent."

"Punish me, Daddy." She pleaded.

I instantly crawled on top of her, attacking her lips with mine and feeling our mouth mold together. I let one of my hands reach down and slowly insert one finger into her pússy, making her gasp. I slipped my tongue into her mouth as I carefully pumped my finger.

"Relax, baby girl." I whispered.

She bit her lip and let the tension in her body release. I carefully inserted another finger and continued pumping. She arched her back against the bed, gripping the sheets in her hands while she moaned with pleasure.

"Faster, daddy." She breathed and I shook my head.

I removed my fingers from her core, earning a confused look from her. I grabbed her legs and hoisted them over my shoulder, bringing her to my face.

"Daddy prefers tongue."

Immediately, I pressed my tongue to her clit and then slipped it into her juicy dripping core. She gasped and that told me that she was enjoying it far too much, she tasted shockingly sweet and I pulled away.

"What on earth did you eat today?"

"I had a lot of strawberries today." I nodded in agreement.

"Keep eating those and I will keep eating you."


******Jessica Pov.******

"Can you believe you are getting married in a week?" Janice asked me on the phone

I was sitting down with Dylan and Delanie on the floor, playing with their multiple toys while we waited for Jeffrey to return back home. I shook my head.

"No, honestly. It seems so crazy to think that just over a year ago he had proposed."

"And a year before that, you guys had just met."

I smiled, remembering that day in the coffee shop. I thought he was far too good looking to only be forty year-old.

"It has been a wild ride. When are you and Jorge getting here?" She sighed.

"Um.. I am not sure yet. I think he wants to get there the day before the dress rehearsal."

"Sounds good, don't forget to be at the venue by six this Friday."

"I won't," she laughed.

"I will talk to you later, Jessica. Have fun with the kids."

"Thanks, Janice, see you."

I hung up and tossed my phone on the couch, watching Dylan as he crawled over to me, grabbing my leg and pushing himself up.

"Hi, baby." I smiled and he flashed his toothless grin, a small dimple appearing on his left cheek.

"Ma…ma," he babbled.

I pinched his cheeks before tickling his tommy. Delanie noticed that she was being ignored for longer than a few seconds and crawled over to us, whining for my attention.

"What is my darling?" Her frown was quickly turned into a smile.

"Daddy." She mumbled.

"No, Delanie, say Mummy."

"Daddy," she mumbled again.

"Say Mummy," I repeated and suddenly a voice from behind me chuckled.

"Why are you trying to get her to call me Mummy?"

My heart skipped a beat before I knew it was Jeffrey. I over my shoulder at him in slight annoyance.

"You scared me, Jeffrey. I didn't even hear you walk in."

"I thought you would have them lay down for a nap by now." He walked over and kissed my lips before sitting down on the couch behind me.

"Isn't it nap time?" I shrugged.

"I am trying to see what method works. They have already been fed and I wondered if playing after feeding would tire them out and then they would sleep better. Otherwise, we go back to sleep right after eating and then playtime."

"Is this a science experiment?" He laughed and I playfully hit his leg.

"I am trying to know what works best for them."

"Daddy," Delanie said as she crawled over to Jeffrey.

"Hi, sweetheart." He cooed, leaning down and scooping her up in his arms. She squealed as he pulled her to his chest and he poked her side to tickle her.

Nothing made me smile more than Jeffrey being home and with the children. He is an entirely different person around them and I loved it. It seemed like he never had a bad day in his life when he came home to his children and all dark memories faded away. To them, he is the ray of sunshine and they shared the most special bond you could have with your children.

"How is my little man?" He said as we picked them up to take them to bed.

I grabbed Delanie and she tucked her head into the crook of my neck, tiredly sucking on her pacifier as we took them upstairs.

"Ma…ma," Dylan said and he reached over Jeffrey's shoulders at me as I walked behind them.

"I am right here, my prince." I reached out to let him grab my index finger.

"He definitely likes you more than me." Jeffrey said as he ate his son carefully down in the crib.

"That is because I have the boobs that feed him." I set Delanie down in her crib as well.

"I know, it is not fair." He said as we quietly left the room.

"What? That I have boobs and you don't?" I chuckled and he hastily shook his head.

"No, it is not fair because he gets the boobs all day and I have to wait forever before I can have them to myself." He smirked as he grabbed a handful of my chest in his hand.

I giggled and squirmed from his gras to which he immediately wrapped his hand around me, picking me up and carrying me to the bedroom.

He tossed me down on the bed, slipping his jacket off before climbing on top of me. He attacked my neck with sloppy kisses, pressing his groin to me for some friction. I moaned, placing my hand on the back of his neck and feeling the little curls of his hair tickle my skin.

"In just a week, you are going to be Mrs. Jessica Chichi Craig." He murmured, his lips grazing my cheek before planting a soft kiss to my skin.

"And I am going to be the luckiest man on earth to call you my wife."

I smiled and turned my head to look at him while he plopping himself beside me, propping his head up with his hand as he gazed down at me.

His free hand remained on my hip, just under my skin as he traced a small design on my skin. He simply stared at me, eyes twinkling from the glow of the bedside lamp.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He reached up to caress my cheek.

"Why did you take me back?" I looked at him confused.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"We didn't talk for over half a year. I came back and told you that I loved you and I honestly didn't think you would say it back."

He sat up and I followed as I frowned.