Chapter 6
“Zara needs some newclothes. She’s growing so fast,” I announced with a laugh, sitting next to Daniel as I fed Zara the next morning.
He kept staring at me with undisguised hunger, making my stomach clench and my pussy wet.
“I’d like to go to the mall and pick up a few things for her,” I added, scooping up more cereal and finishing off the bowl. “There you go, little one.”
He didn’t answer, and I turned around, facing him as he grinned. “When did you want to leave?”
“During Zara’s nap.”
“Then you have time for my dick before you head out.”
Damn. I’d unleashed a beast last night. Daniel wasn’t holding back at all. “Okay.”
He scooped up his little princess, cleaning her up before placing her on the floor. Daniel sat beside her, playing with her toys and interacting with Zara as any wonderful father would do. My heart did that same funny little skip that happened a few days ago, and I couldn’t help wondering about my reaction. Warmth pooled in my stomach and sank lower as I remembered the bold way he’d taken me last night. Not once, but three times.
Zara didn’t get sleepy for another hour and a half. By the time Daniel placed her in the crib, I could hardly do more than clench my thighs together. One night, and he’d conditioned my body for his touch.
“In my room. Now,” he ordered with a whisper, shutting the door behind us as we entered. His hands went to his belt, unbuckling it before he snapped the top button of his jeans. “Where do you want it?” he asked with a growl, his gaze predatory. “Pussy, ass, or lips?”
“I need you to fuck me,” I decided, “because I can’t wait for anything else.”
“Then you better take off those shorts, or I’m ripping them off. Get on all fours on the bed when you’re done.”
I didn’t bother with my shirt or shoes. The only part I needed bared was my pussy. Anticipation coiled tight in my stomach as I shoved down the shorts and my underwear, letting them drop to the floor. Climbing on the bed, I crawled on my hands and knees to the center, keeping my ass in the air.
“That’s fucking perfect, honey. Pussy pink and wet and ready. Just the way I like it.”
Daniel sure knew how to talk dirty.
“Move backward to the edge of the bed. I want to stand while I fuck you from behind.”
Obeying eagerly, I heard him kick off his boots, and then the buckle of his jeans hit the floor. My breath sawed in and out of my chest as I waited for him to give me another order.
“Play with your clit, Skyla.”
My fingers dipped between my legs as I held myself upright with my other hand. Knees almost quaking with anticipation, I began to circle my clit, gently rocking my hips.
“So fucking needy,” he murmured, moving closer. One of his hands rested on my ass. Without warning, he lifted and brought down his palm with a loud smack.
Jolting, I cried out, still strumming my clit.
He inspected me, dragging a couple of fingers through my slit. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? Huh, my little cum slut.”
I stifled a moan, feeling that familiar tingling in my pussy. “Yes.”
“Keep playing, but don’t come yet.”
“I won’t,” I exhaled, nearly groaning the answer.
Another slap landed on my ass, and I whimpered, rocking backward with need.
“You want this dick, honey?”
“Please,” I begged.
He entered me so fast and hard that I slammed into the mattress, cheek resting against the sheets as he fucked me, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back into his groin with every thrust.