Once, twice, until it’s slick and I’m grinding my dick into her ass crack while I shove one finger up inside her tight hole, making her yelp, pushing onto her tiptoes. My cock is throbbing like a toothache and my balls are primed and ready to blow.
“You belong to me, Layla. You have since the day we met. Then today, when you walked in wearing that bikini? You knew what was going to happen, didn’t you? Making Daddy crazy. I should spank your ass until you scream for being a cock tease. Shouldn’t I?”
She nods, her head dropping between her locked arms as my balls squeeze and pulse. I pump against the cleft of her ass, her cheeks cradling my dick as she moans out my name, pushing back against me.
She’s coming again as I buck against her so hard, I’m afraid I’m going to dislocate her shoulders as she tries to stay upright. Stars dance in my eyes as I finally let myself go. Years of pent-up need bellow out of my like an injured animal. I thrust against her, over and over, as my cum shoots out up her back, dripping back down onto my cock and into the slit of her ass as my balls pump and seize up, cum sputtering out of me until I feel like I’m going to pass out.
Her breathing is labored as her body goes limp and I feel my hot release, dripping and sticky between our sweaty bodies. As my orgasm subsides, guilt and doubt creep in. Was I too rough? Did I say things that she didn’t understand? That made her uncomfortable?
“Layla…” I grit out, my voice breaking as I struggle to stay standing, my climax so deep and hard my knees are ready to buckle.
I turn her around, her eyes glazed but happy, and a slow smile spreads over her lips.
“You okay, Prima? I wasn’t too rough, too harsh…”
“It was perfect. I never knew what I wanted, but I knew I wanted it with you.”
This moment is everything I’ve dreamed about. I reach down, grab her under her sticky ass cheeks and lift her onto me, and she nuzzles her face into my neck.
“I never knew exactly what I wanted…but now I do. I want you, Daddy.”
“That’s my girl. You understand that, don’t you?” I turn and walk us down the hall toward my bedroom. “You are my girl. All mine. And very soon, I’m going to fuck you raw and you’re going to call me Daddy when I plant my seed inside that tight little cherry pie you’ve saved for my big cock.”
She shudders against my chest, but from the little whimpery sigh I hear, she’s on board with my plans and it’s a good thing, because there’s no turning back now. Not for me.
When I get to the bedroom, she’s barely awake, so I pull back the covers and settle her in. She has no idea what she means to me. What she’s going to mean to me. But I intend to show her. Every day from now on. She will understand what it means to belong to me.
“Daddy,” she whispers, her hair a sexy mess, and I take a long moment to just admire her face.
There’s a knot in my throat. Hearing her call me that while tucked into my bed, covered with my cum, is almost more than I can take.
“Yes, baby?” I manage, the words choking me as my dick is already thick and ready for more of her.
“Aren’t you going to lie down with me?”
I grind my teeth tighter. The reality of what we’ve done mixes with my revelry, but before anything else happens, I need a minute.
“I will. I’m going to hop in the shower. Daddy’s still dirty from falling in the water. You rest. When I’m done, I’ve got something special for you.”
“Okay…” Her voice is already far away and dreamy as I kiss her forehead and make my way into the bathroom.
What I’ve just done with her is going to create a whole world of chaos, and I still don’t know if, in the end, she’ll rip my heart out.
Because her loyalty may be tested yet, and I’m not sure we will survive the storm that is coming.
Chapter 6
Layla
I drift in and out of a floating nap-slumber, the sound of Jack in the shower coming to me as if out of my own imagination. I’m half in this world and half in the dream-world, because I honestly can’t believe what just happened is real.
Did he really just call me a filthy slut?
God, yes he did. And it was so hot. I’m gone for him. So, so gone. I know I’m not thinking straight, but right now I don’t care.
I’m in his bed, wrapped in sheets that smell like him, and suddenly I’m not tired. I’m hot and wet between my legs. A low throb starts again as I think of Jack’s cock, the way he kissed me, pinched and smacked my nipple, igniting something deep down that can never be put away again.