“So I’m guessing I don’t really have to clean the tub this morning?” she winks.
“No, my naughty little housekeeper. Daddy’s going to clean you. Every. Single. Inch. From head to toe.”
I lean in, grabbing her hips and pulling her to me as my lips crash down on hers, claiming her as I knead her bare breasts in my hands just like one of those famous sculptors would do with raw clay. But her body will never be on display for anyone else to see. She’s mine and only mine forever. “For your eyes only” takes on a whole new meaning when I think of her perfect form.
Flipping her hair over her shoulder and spinning around she playfully prances toward the tub, putting the toes of one foot on the edge and looking back at me before spreading her raised knee high, giving me a view of heaven.
I move right in, kissing my way up the inside of her thigh before my eyes close and I inhale her scent.
“I swear your pussy smells like a virgin strawberry field.”
“Strawberries? I’m not so sure.” She pauses. “Virgin? Absolutely…Daddy.”
Before I have a chance to get lost in her sweet nectar she slides a foot into the tub and then steps in with her other leg. I nod approvingly, wanting to draw this moment out because I know exactly how it’s going to end… me buried to the hilt inside her until I coat her womb with the largest release of seed in the history of humanity.
Reaching for the shampoo bottle, I squirt a big drop into my palm and begin to lather it into her hair, just before she ducks down into the water, disappearing for a second before coming back up with her nose plugged with her thumb and forefinger, which she then releases and splashes me with water.
“Hey!” I say.
“Once a brat, always a brat,” she winks, and she’s damn right. There’s no way I’m putting a saddle on this wild filly, nor would I want to. She’s a young horse that’s impossible to tame, and that’s exactly why she’s so damn perfect. She may be young, but she’s already lived a life more challenging than most women twice her age. Not to mention she’s more grown-up, more feminine, and more playful than anyone I’ve ever met. She rela
xes me, takes me out of my Type A businessman personality, and shows me what life is all about.
What’s another comma in the bank account worth when you die alone? Nothing.
Now I see the truth, the meaning. The goal of all this money is to die with a big fat zero in the bank account, spending it all on us. Well, not technically a zero because, being older than her, I’m going to set up a trust fund for her and our children so they never have to even think about working again. My girl’s days as a housekeeper are over.
But her days as a homemaker are just beginning. The mother to my children and she can be barefoot and pregnant for the rest of her days, or use some of that sass to help me run our companies. Yes, our, because I’m all in.
“You naughty girl,” I add, wiping the water from my face.
I dunk her in the water and she comes up laughing. A moment passes where our non-verbals agree on a silent truce and I go back to washing her hair. But that doesn’t last long.
My hands slide down her body, palming her breasts, as she turns in the tub and our lips meet.
I come to a knee, making quick work of my boxers and T-shirt, which is all I slept in.
“Oh. My. God,” she gulps, looking at the size of my member.
“It’s all for you and trust me…it will fit.”
“My first time?”
“Baby girl, we’ve got a lifetime,” I say sliding into the tub with her.
I maneuver in the tub so my back is against the other side of the tub, her hands sliding down my chest as she fists my cock underneath the warm water. I gasp for air, barely able to hold off my explosion as I claim her mouth yet again, igniting a fire deep inside me.
My hands palm her ass as I pull her body flush with mine, easing her lower until the crown of my cock is scissoring through her folds, my throbbing hardness demanding to take her innocence as she whimpers with need.
I’m so damn ready to claim her, more ready than I’ve ever been for anything in my life.
Tilting her slightly so she’s facing me, cowgirl style, I cup her chin and bring her face square with mine. “I want to look into those blue eyes of yours when I enter you for the first time, and when I see you come and fill you with my seed.”
“Yes,” she whimpers, as I continue sawing my cock through her folds.
“Tell me you’ve never been with anyone but me. Tell me who you belong to forever,” I demand, gritting my teeth, the possessive side of me needing to hear this one last thing.
“You. There’s been no one before you and there will be no one after. I swear you’re it for me.”