Mack Daddy(74)

My tongue lashed out as my mouth devoured her swollen clit. With the towel still under her, she pulled on my hair to guide my face over her.

I groaned over her skin, “Take off your shirt, because after you come on my face, I want to come all over your tits.”

After she quickly did as I said, she gripped my hair tighter and pushed her hips into my mouth as she climaxed. My tongue swirled around her delicious mound, enjoying every last drop of her.

I waited for her breathing to slow down before moving up to hover over her. Enjoying the view of her glassy eyes for a moment, I smiled before lowering my mouth to hers, so turned on knowing that she could taste herself on my tongue.

Needing to come, I placed my cock in between her gorgeous teardrop-shaped breasts and began to f*ck them. She squeezed her tits over my dick as I slid back and forth. I could tell she was getting anxious about getting out of the strange apartment, so I let go, releasing my hot load all over her creamy skin. She was covered in my cum when I lowered my chest down onto hers and kissed her with all my might.

We did our best to hide the evidence before putting our clothes back on.

When we reemerged downstairs, the laundromat employee gave us a knowing nod. I returned it with a thankful smile. It felt so good to feel human again.

Pulling Frankie into a kiss, I said, “Thank you for bringing me back to Earth. I was starting to get sucked into a very bad place. I’d forgotten just how amazing life can be when you have someone who loves you by your side, even in the midst of a difficult time. I know we haven’t dealt with the tough stuff yet, but you’ve managed to make me forget about it for a few days. And I really needed to recharge before handling it all.”

“I’m here for the long haul, you know—the good days and the bad days.”

“The fact that you’re willing to take this chance with me despite everything that’s happened means everything.”

“We’re gonna fix this,” she said, wrapping her palms around my face and scratching the stubble. “Are you ready to hear my plan about how to deal with your father?”

My beautiful woman had such a determined look on her face. I was curious about what she had cooked up in that pretty little head.

“Yeah.”

“We’re gonna give him some of his own medicine, and we need everyone to be involved.” She looked so confident as she took a shirt out of the dirty pile and sniffed it.

“Did you just smell my dirty shirt?”

“Maybe.” She smiled impishly.

Some things never change, and I was damn grateful for that right now.





“Are you ready?” I asked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Mack and I were standing in front of his father’s D.C. office building. We had called an urgent family meeting which also included Torrie.

Torrie was the last to arrive. Mack’s mother, Vivienne, and sister, Michaela, kept their distance and wouldn’t even look in her direction.

“Looks like we’re all here,” Mack said. “We should head inside.”

Michael Morrison was sitting behind his large wooden desk and swiveled the chair around to face us. He was expecting a meeting with Mack and me but wasn’t expecting to see his wife, daughter, and Torrie.

“What is this…an intervention?”

Mack answered, “It’s the final meeting you’ll ever have to have with me.”

Mack’s father was more fair-skinned than his son; Mack definitely looked more like his mother.

He turned to me. “It’s good to meet you, Miss O’Hara.”

“I would say it’s nice to meet you, too, but I’m sorry it’s going to take a lot more than one day to warm up to you, sir.”

“I’m glad you finally decided to see me, son. I can imagine what you’ve been thinking.”

Mack put his arm around me. “I’m only here because of her. I don’t want to hear what you have to say, your excuses. I’m not here to talk about those horrible images that my mother had to witness. I’m just here to tell you where things stand with us—with all of us.”

“Alright.”

“I think there’s no disputing that your number one priority has always been your reputation…the public’s perception of you. That’s never going to change. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my life, it’s that you can’t change people. You’re a selfish man. You take whatever you want regardless of what it means for others.”

He said nothing as Mack’s attention turned toward Torrie.

“Torrie, I don’t really know what to make of you. Jonah’s been saying you’ve been crying. You obviously have some regret. I don’t think you’re a horrible person deep down nor do I believe you’re totally at fault for what happened. You’re partly right when you say I never gave you the affection that you needed. I was in love with someone else, and I guess I didn’t do a very good job of hiding the fact that my heart wasn’t in it with you. In the meantime, you fell under the spell of a powerful yet corrupt man, who happens to be my father. He manipulated you. Since I can’t detach myself from you because you’re my son’s mother, I want to try to learn to forgive you, provided we come to an understanding today.”

With tears forming in her eyes, Torrie simply nodded.