My Step Dad Became My “Daddy”

Daddy’s wet, warm tongue covers my hole, making wide measured strokes with the base of his tongue until he pushes the tip deep into my heat.
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Victor
“Brittany, he’s doing fine. I promise,” another assurance slips out of my mouth as I use one hand to hold the phone and the other to unlock the front door.
“I know Vic, but I worry about not being there for the beginning of his sophomore year of college. First the divorce and now practically abandoning him with you while I’m out of the country…”
“First of all,” I sigh into the phone while opening the front door, “you and I had only been married two years so it’s not like his whole family was torn apart. I barely even got anytime to be his step dad. He was totally fine after we split.”
Walking in the house, I can hear her mutter under her breath but she stays quiet, listening to my attempts to calm her down for the fourth time this week.
“Second of all, you did not abandon him. Jacob is 21 years old and fully capable of taking care of himself. He talks to you every other day on the phone and Skype. Jacob knows how important your work is with Doctors Without Borders. And we’ve been getting along great- oof!”
Ironically, at that moment, my foot hits one of Jacob’s tennis shoes that he’s left out in the middle of the floor. My phone goes flying as I lose my footing and end up sprawled on the floor.
I can hear Brittany yelling from the phone but it takes me a minute to get back up on my feet. I’m not quite 40 yet but I’m no spring chicken either.
Glancing over at the discarded shoes on the floor, I try to temper my anger so Brittany...