She licked her lips. “Oh, yes. Please. I need you inside me.”
He slowly inched his way inside her. He was a big guy and he didn’t want to hurt her. But she was more than ready for him. Her warmth engulfed him and he let out a small moan of pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel good, baby. So good I’m not going to last.”
“Fuck me,” she told him. “Fuck me, please.” She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pulled out. Drove forward. With each thrust, he moved slightly faster. He felt his orgasm building. His balls burned. There was an ache in his lower back.
Fuck. Fuck.
Leaning in, he kissed her again. And the feel of her tongue against his. Of her wrapping her arms tightly around him, it sent him spiraling. He pressed deep, claiming her fully as he let out a roar of release.
* * *
She didn’t know sex could feel so good.
She’d known it would be different with Macca. Everything was different with him. Better. But shit, that exceeded her expectations.
His chest moved under her cheek. They were lying tangled together in bed.
“Glad to know I exceeded your expectations, sweet pea.”
She groaned, too relaxed to be embarrassed that she’d said that out loud. Besides, it was true. She just wasn’t sure if she should add to his ego.
He ran the tips of his fingers down her arm. “Thank you, baby.”
She leaned up on one arm, looking down at him. “For what?”
“For giving me your trust. Your submission. Your Little. I’m going to work hard to ensure you never regret that.”
“I already know that I never will.”
She leaned in to kiss him lightly. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck as he deepened the kiss. Then he drew back with a groan of reluctance.
“What is it?” she asked.
“We need to talk about the house. And my father.” He sat up and drew her up with him, so they were facing one another. He took hold of her hand in his, as though he couldn’t bare not to be touching her.
“I still don’t get it.”
“Well, I think I do. You helped Nan when she needed it. She obviously cared about you a lot, same as you did for her. She wanted to help you. She knew you needed this place more than I do.”
She shook her head. “It’s still not right.”
He tapped her nose. “Hear me out, little one. No interrupting.”
She sighed. “Okay. Sorry.”
“For some nefarious reason,” he grinned at her and she rolled her eyes, “my father wants this place. And he’s going to contest the will. Whether he’s successful at overturning it or not, we’ll have to wait and see.”
“I don’t want to sell it.”
“What did I say about interrupting?”
“Sorry, Daddy,” she said. She batted her eyelashes at him, hoping to charm him.
“Not working, little one. Any more interrupting me and I’m going to gag you.”
She mimed zipping her mouth and throwing away the key. He rolled his eyes but his lips twitched.