He bent down and kissed her as the force he used got harder and faster. It didn’t take long before her cunt tightened on him and her cries got louder.
“That’s it. Come for daddy. One more time.”
She tried to fight it for an instant because he guessed it was stronger than the ones he’d already given her, but he continued to push her over. “I’ve got you. Come for me. Trust me to take care of you, baby.”
She was so weak she couldn’t cry out, but her orgasm pulled a long deep moan from her that mixed with his when he came. Warrick braced himself above her as he tried to calm his heartbeat and breathing. He’d never come that hard in his life. He had only enough strength not to smother her before he pulled out and to the side.
It seemed to take forever for him to roll off the bed to take care of the condom and then bring a washcloth back to clean her. The amount of blood concerned him, but he’d keep his eye on her. He decided a bath would help soothe her more than anything and started the water.
When he came back to get her, she was asleep. He smiled and lifted her in his arms. She started to rouse when he stepped into the bathtub and sat down with her in his lap. He arranged her so her back was against his chest and her legs between his.
“Are you awake yet, baby?”
“Mmmm.”
He chuckled. “Let’s get you washed, and then I want you to stay in here for a bit to help soothe you.”
She nodded. “M’kay.”
He used the sponge and bath soap he’d set off to the side. This was the first time he’d ever taken a bath in the huge tube, and he enjoyed it so much he could see himself bathing with her often.
When the water started to cool, he got them out and dried off. “I want you to wear this outfit, baby.”
She walked over to see when he had spread on the bed.
“I’m making you wear a skirt because I don’t want shorts or jeans to chafe you. This was the only one I found, so maybe tonight, we can buy some more.”
“But I don’t need anything,” she said.
“I’ll get you what I think you’ll need, and you’ll let me without arguing. Okay?”
She nodded.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Let’s check your stitches before you put on the top. You won’t be able to wear bras until it’s healed.”
“But I’ll bounce too much.”
He laughed. “That’s why I picked a bigger shirt.”
“You thought of everything, daddy.”
“I’ll try my best. Now, get dressed, or we’re going to be late.”