Longing For The Beach Billionaire Daddy
Chapter 227

*Michael*

I woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee and bacon. I smiled and rolled out of bed, checking my phone for any updates from Delaney. There wasn’t anything new just yet, so I headed downstairs.

The twins were already in their highchairs happily playing away while Shelby bustled around the stove, flipping pancakes and stacking them onto two waiting plates on the countertop. She smiled when she noticed me and quickly came over to give me a k**s on the cheek.

“Good morning! I hope you’re hungry, ’cause I made plenty!” she said cheerfully, her blue eyes twinkling with warmth.

I laughed and leaned against the table, admiring Shelby from head to toe. She was covered in flour, her hair cascading in wild disarray, but she still managed to look more beautiful than ever before. I smiled and shook my head in awe, feeling my heart swell with love for her.

“I’m definitely hungry,” I said with a grin. “And you look… amazing.”

Shelby blushed and laughed, shaking her head ruefully as she returned to the stove. I watched as she expertly flipped the pancakes out of the pan and onto plates, adding a generous helping of butter and syrup on top of each stack before carrying them over to the table.

I wrapped my arms around her from behind and planted a light k**s on her neck. “It smells delicious,” I said before giving her one last squeeze and then heading toward the cupboard to get us some coffee mugs.

We sat down at the table together while the twins were still happily munching away on their teething cookies. My phone chimed with a text message. Usually, I wouldn’t check it at the table, but I was anxious to hear from Delaney, so I gave in.

“Delaney found somewhere for us to stay,” I told Shelby as I took a bite out of my pancake.

“Oh really? When will we be leaving?” Shelby asked.

“We’ll finish off this week here at the house, then plan on getting into the safe house at the beginning of next week,” I informed her. “There’s a lot of packing and arrangements to be made before we leave.”

“Maybe my employer will reimburse us the money for the house. I hate that all of this is falling onto you,” Shelby apologetically said.

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just money, and we have plenty. I’m your husband, Shelby. It’s my job to provide for you and the twins. It’s my job to keep you safe. I’d spend every last penny I have to make sure you’d all never have to worry about anything,” I reassured her.

She smiled gracefully at me, and we finished breakfast and took the kids on a walk outside in their strollers through the garden. As we walked along the winding path, a sense of calm washed over me. I looked over at Shelby, and she was smiling down at the twins. She pointed out different flowers and plants, telling them what they were and what colors they could see.

The soft breeze played with her hair, making it dance around her face. She still had flour from breakfast on her shirt, and I was taken aback by the intense love I had for her.

We walked until the twins were almost falling asleep then headed back for the house to get them ready for their nap. We walked into the house, both of us heading for the nursery. Shelby nursed Amelia first, then I changed her diaper and laid her in her crib. Once Thomas was done nursing, Shelby got him laid down as well.

The babies fell asleep quickly, and we leaned over and stared at them. They both had the same chubby cheeks and bright eyes, their fuzzy hair sticking up all over the place. I marveled at how much they’d grown in just five short months–already so funny and full of personality.

When Amelia smiled as she slept, Shelby’s entire face lit up with joy. We both leaned in close for one final k**s before heading out of the nursery and to our own bedroom.

I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her close as the door closed behind us. I turned her around and planted a light k**s where her neck met her collarbone, pressing open-mouth k****s up her neck, licking and nibbling along the way. Shelby m****d softly, her hands running through my hair. I kissed her deeply, our tongues intertwining in a passionate dance.

Shelby’s hands began to roam my body, starting at my shoulders. She squeezed them tightly, massaging the muscles stiff from stress.

“You feel tense. Let me take care of you,” Shelby sultrily whispered before putting her hands in the middle of my chest and pushing me onto the bed.

I laid back and watched her curiously. It was rare for her to take control of me, and I was excited to see where this went. Shelby stood and pulled her leggings down, leaving her standing in front of me in a T-shirt and white cotton panties.

She put her knees onto the bed and climbed over the top of me, centering her core over my growing e******n as she straddled me. Her hands traveled back to my shoulders, and she began to massage them again.

Shelby’s h**s began to move in tandem with her hands, and I could feel the heat of her p***y grinding against my c**k. I reached my hands up to grab her h**s to control the rhythm, but she stopped me.

“No.” She lowered her mouth to k**s me gently before biting down on my bottom l*p. “I’m in charge. Now take your shirt off.”

She leaned back to give me space, and I lifted the shirt above my head as she eyed me hungrily, her warm hands pressed against my chest. With each firm massage stroke, her h**s moved in a slow circular motion, sending waves of pleasure through my groin.

She m****d loudly, and my rigid d**k twitched at the sound. I wanted to move my hands to hold her, but I wanted to give her this moment more. She needed to feel confident and in control, so I was going to give it to her.

Shelby’s fingertips moved languidly over the ridges of my chest muscles, tracing them lovingly. She explored the firm muscles of my stomach with her palms, exploring further and further down as her touch grew more confident. My breathing deepened in anticipation as her hands moved to the top of my jeans, pulling at the button and teasingly unzipping them.

“How do you want me to take care of you, Michael?” she asked as she reached into my jeans.

“I want to be inside you, Shelby,” I answered.

She pulled the cotton of my boxer briefs tight against my skin as she began to massage my e******n through the fabric. Her nails lightly scratched at my skin, and her hands gripped my backside, pulling my pants and underwear inch by inch down until they pooled around my feet. All the while, I never took my eyes off her.

My c**k bobbed free from the confines of my clothes and landed heavily against my stomach, while Shelby watched with l**t-hooded eyes. “f**k, Michael. You get so hard for me, don’t you?” she asked.

She kneeled before me, her eyes locked with mine, and she opened her mouth. She ran her tongue along the length of my shaft before focusing on the tip. Her lips lightly pulled at the ridge of my mushroomed head, causing me to let out a low g***n of pleasure. Reaching forward, she cupped one of my balls in her hand and gently squeezed.

Her lips were hot and full against my skin, and she wrapped them around me. The sensation caused my body to shiver. She sank down slowly, dragging her mouth along my length in a slow, teasing rhythm. I watched, mesmerized, as inch by inch disappeared until nothing remained but the ridge of her lips. She then pulled back up quickly before leaning over to release a stream of moisture onto my length. Her eyes flicked up to mine and she smiled slightly.

She positioned herself over me, and I reveled in her heat as she descended, pushing my length to the back of her throat. Her saliva made it easier for her to move quicker and deeper. I ran my fingers through her soft hair and clutched a handful of it tightly as she bobbed up and down with each stroke, making my vision blur from pleasure.

I felt my balls draw close to my body and was getting ready to tell her my o****m was coming, but then she stopped. She raised her arms and slowly drew her thin cotton shirt over her head, removing her nursing bra, revealing her bare chest. Her smooth and creamy skin shone in the dim light and her n*****s were taut, the perfect shade of mocha, and each no bigger than a dime

With a coy smile, she grabbed the waistband of her panties and inched them down her thighs. A slow trickle of wetness ran along her inner thigh, dripping off the edge of her panties and onto the floor. As they hit the ground, she lifted one leg onto the bed and spread herself open for me to see. Her soft, pink p***y glistened, begging to be touched.

She ran a finger through her slit then brought the finger to my mouth. I latched onto it, sucking the sweet juices off greedily.

“Tell me what you need, Michael,” she ordered as she climbed back onto the bed.

“I want you to come,” I whispered to her. “I want you to come all over my c**k,” I answered as she placed a knee on each side of my h**s.

“Good answer,” she m****d, sinking down onto my length. I could feel the muscles of her s*x convulsing around me. She wasted no time, grinding herself against my pelvis bone, expertly dragging her o****m to the surface. With each drop of her h**s, I felt the tension in her body build.

She let out an intense m**n as I reached up, letting my thumb press lightly against her clit. She gasped and her h**s bucked forward involuntarily. I used her wetness to rub her clit, making circles with my fingertip that reverberated throughout her body like electricity.

The feeling of her o****m intensifying flooded through me, pulsing through every nerve ending in my body. Her walls tightened around me, squeezing me in a tight vice grip. With one final plunge deep inside of her, she released all around me, coating my shaft and pelvic bone with the warmth of her pleasure.

I grabbed her h**s tightly as I let go, letting out a strangled cry as my o****m cascaded over me. I held her tightly against me, both of us trembling from the intensity of our o*****s. We waited until we came back into our bodies, and then she let out a satisfied sigh and rose to meet my eyes. Smiling, she leaned forward and kissed me tenderly on the lips before standing up and heading to the bathroom to clean up.

Later that evening, we both lay exhausted in our bed. Miss Constance had come to entertain the twins after their nap, and Shelby and I had gotten some much-needed work done.

“Damn, today felt long,” I said, the sentence punctuated by a long yawn.

“Nap time was my favorite part,” Shelby answered, snuggling her butt against me as she scooted closer.

“Mine, too,” I agreed. “You were insatiable.” I tickled her ribs and wrapped my arms around her.

Shelby yawned again. “You know how much I love you?” she asked.

“How much?”

“More than anything,” she answered. We kissed and fell asleep wrapped in each other’s embrace.