Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 86

Ben's Point of View

It is amazing what teamwork can achieve; Cal is literally moved into his new home. All he needs is the kids. The house is sparkling clean, the smell of paint fills the air. Stretching out my muscles from the heavy lifting, I climb the stairs and head into one of the bedrooms, which, given it is halfway pink now, I presume will be Kirstie's room.

I stand watching from the doorway, as Lucy is painting, her tight leggings covered in splatters of white and pink paint, the white t-shirt not faring much better, rides up as she reaches high with the roller, giving me a perfect view of her peachy bum. It is then I notice she has more paint on her than I think is on the walls, clumps on her arms, streaks in her hair, and her hands are bright pink. Not sure how she has managed that, but it is as cute as hell. Feeling me staring, she turns around and flashes me the brightest smile I have ever seen. A pink streak of paint is on her forehead, with little white dots all over her face. I cannot help but chuckle, even in this state, she is the most beautiful woman on this earth, and nobody can tell me differently. "Hey, it is gone half-nine, we need to get going." I smile at her.

Since the mother agreed for the kids to stay with her, and Cal is staying here for the night, I have been more than a little excited about getting my girl home, and alone. "Okay, I will just finish off this last little bit, I will be two minutes." Lucy grins at me.

She bends over to the paint tray, and it is now very clear why she is covered in paint, as she doesn't roll the paint roller and get a smooth coating. No, she slaps it into the paint, pushing it down, covering the roller, then, without even attempting to remove the excess, she picks it up, the paint dripping down her arm and plops it on the wall, the rolls like hell to stop the drips running down the wall. Seriously, the kids could not have made as much of a mess. Again, I shake my head, chuckling. As cute as she is doing this, there is not a cat in hell's chance she is getting into my car like this, not without some serious coverage on the seats and floor.

"I will see you downstairs." I grin at her.

I grabbed a few bin bags, then headed to the car, completely covering the passenger seats and floor where she would sit, before heading back inside to see Lucy washing her hands in the kitchen sink.

"This paint gets everywhere," Lucy complains as she scrubs her hand, and I have to wonder if she has bothered to see her face and body, because they are just as bad.

"Yeah, I guess it does." I nod at her in agreement. Hell, I am not going to call her out for her mess, firstly, because she looks so happy. Secondly, because she may get offended, and I really want some sexy time with her tonight.

"f*****g hell Sis, you are covered." Cal laughs as he comes into the kitchen, only a few splashes of blue paint on his hands.

"Shut up, you know I always make a mess painting." Lucy shrugs.

"Did you just throw the paint against the wall and hope for the best?" Cal teases, as Lucy pouts slightly.

"Nope, I painted it, and I made sure everything was covered before I started," Lucy defends herself.

"It looks great up there Lucy." I smile, defending my girl.

"Thank you." Her face lit up at the compliment.

"Suck a*s." Cal coughs, laughing.

"Anyway, we are going to head home now, Cal. I will come over tomorrow with the kids, after I pick them up from Joanne's." Lucy smiles at her brother.

"Thanks Sis, for everything, you are amazing, even if you do paint walls like a three-year-old." Cal chuckles.

"Oi, I could get offended. However, ... I know it's true." Lucy giggles, and reaches out to give her brother a hug, which he expertly avoids, making her laugh.

"Come on Lucy, let's get home." I smile, and she turns nodding at me, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Finally, we pull up outside our home. It has been a long night, but first-things-first, I really do not want splashes of paint all over my carpets or walls, so I guess I am going to have to strip her bare before we enter. "Let's go in through the garage, you have a little paint on you." I smile.

Lucy looks down at herself then giggles. "I would say more than a little." She giggles.

I chuckle and shake my head at her, then open the garage door, as Lucy follows me, closing it behind her. Reaching out to her, I lift up the paint sodden t-shirt, pulling it over her head, throwing it to one side.

The sight of her ample breasts in the white lacy bra, her n*****s all hard and pointing at me, makes me groan out, even in this state she is so damned sexy. My fingers find the waist of her leggings and slowly pull them down her long shapely legs, as she bites her bottom lip watching me. As she steps out of them, I begin trailing kisses up her legs, unable to contain myself or wait a second longer.

Lucy lets out a soft moan, as her fingers run through my hair.

"Oh Daddy," she whispers, almost unsure of herself.

My engorged length twitches, and I groan against the softness of her skin, my fingers finding the hem of her thong, and move it down. Ridding her of her knickers, my mouth greedily seeks out her beautiful glistening and soaking wet p***y, as she spreads her legs wider for me, giving me access. I take one long lick front to back as Lucy moans, her hands now fisting my hair and pulling slightly. Her knees buckle slightly as she begins to slowly gyrate her hips, rubbing herself all over my face. My hands reach up and grab her waist, holding her in place, as my tongue explores her crevices, the taste of her sweet nectar driving me crazy. Lucy shudders, slightly, her moans growing louder by the second.

"Yes, Daddy right there," she whimpers.

Her words make my control snap, and I push her towards the brick wall, as my mouth latches onto her swollen c**t, sucking it as she whimpers and moans out.

"f**k you are so wet," I growl at her, as I move my hand down to her soaked p***y, and insert a finger, pumping in and out as I continue to suck and massage her c**t with my tongue.

"Oh God," Lucy cries out, as her body involuntarily thrusts against me.

"I am coming ... oh DADDY!" she shouts just as I feel her walls clench against my fingers, her juices flowing coating my fingers, running down my hand.

Not giving her any time to recover, I stand up, removing her bra, and latch on to her hard n****e, as I pull down the zip of my trousers, pushing them down so they pool at my knees before letting her n****e go with a soft bite, lifting my head up, my lips find hers as I give her a punishing kiss.

Lining myself up with her, I push my hard c**k inside, as she lets out another moan, her leg hooking around my waist, giving me more access. The softness of her walls clenches my rock-hard c**k, as I slip into her, letting out a low groan. This is what heaven feels like, because this is better than any other earthly experience. My hands move round cupping the cheeks of her backside, as I lift her up slightly, her other leg hooks around my waist. "Harder Daddy," Lucy begs, her lips parted, her eyes hooded.

I thrust hard inside her, as she shivers, then pull out slowly, leaving just the tip in, before giving her another hard thrust.

"Oh God Yes, Harder," Lucy moans out, pleading with me.

Who am I to not give my perfect girl what she wants? I thrust hard and fast, hitting the neck of her c****x as she whimpers and moans, begging for more.

I feel her walls grip me once more, as her body again begins to convulse as she reaches her high. She looks so beautiful when she comes undone, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted as silent screams come from her mouth.

My balls clench, and I cannot hold back anymore. With three more deep hard thrusts, I empty myself inside her, giving her everything I have. Both breathless, we slump against the wall of the garage.

"Wow," Lucy breathlessly whispers.

"Yeah, wow," I pant out.

We stay like that until my c**k goes flaccid and slips out of her. Placing Lucy back onto the floor, I smile at her, as she giggles slightly, blushing.

"Guess we could not make it into the house." She grins at me.

"Nope, I guess not. Now, not to be practical, but you are covered in paint, and need a shower, so let's go." I grin at her, lifting her into my arms again, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist as I step out of my trousers and carry Lucy into the kitchen, then make my way upstairs, into the bathroom, managing to turn the shower on while still holding her against me.

Lucy pulls the hem of my top up and I reluctantly put her down, whilst I remove it, but soon lift her up again and walk us both into the shower.

"Now, who was a messy girl?" I ask, wondering how far I want to push this daddy thing before it gets too much for us both. "Me, Daddy." Lucy grins.

"Then let's get you all clean." I groan, my c**k already hard again and we do a full repeat of what happened in the garage.

I have one single thought in my head, that I am the luckiest bastard in the world.