He grunts and hunches over me, rutting into me like a beast for real now. His fingertips pinch into my skin, flirting on the edge of pain, and then he surges and stops.Throb.
My clit is still fluttering, but there’s another heavy pulse deep inside me, too.
I sag against the driver’s seat of his truck, a boneless, happy mess.
He kisses the back of my neck, then my shoulder, then presses his forehead to my spine as his cock drags out of my body.
I shiver at the empty feeling that follows.
“Was that too much?” Justin quickly disposes of the condom, then turns me around, taking me in his arms.
I press myself against him, cupping his face in my hands. “That was perfect. I can’t wait to do it again.”
CHAPTER13
JUSTIN
The first thing I do when we get to the cabin is I run her a bath.
“There’s not really enough hot water for a full tub,” I say apologetically.
She kisses me again like it doesn’t matter. “Will you wash my back, then, if I can’t soak?”
Wild horses couldn’t keep me away from her now. “I’ll insist on it.”
She strips down in front of me, strolling naked through the cabin after collecting what she needs from her backpack, but the affected nonchalance vibe falters when she lowers herself into the half-full tub and winces when her sex hits the water.
“Fuck, did I hurt you?”
She makes a face. “No?” A pause. Then she smiles and shakes her head. “No. It’s just a little tender. And not in the worst way. Not dissimilar to riding a horse.”
I choke on my relief. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
She flicks water at me and grins. “Are you a vain Daddy?”
That tugs at something deep inside me.
“No.” I grab her bar of soap and suds it up. “Lean back.”
“Can I ask about the Daddy thing?”
The tug gets stronger. “Of course.”
“Have you…” She pauses, as if collecting herself, then she chooses different words. “What experience do you have with that?”
It’s a remarkably poised question, considering how we’ve spent the day. A reminder that she is a curiously poised young woman, maybe more than I realized, given that yesterday was spent in a horny haze of antagonism.
None. The answer is right on the tip of my tongue, but it’s not completely true. “I’ve never explored it with anyone else.” I keep sudsing the bar of soap, because now is not the time to wash her tits. “But in my head? I’ve had those thoughts before.”
Her gaze flicks down to the soap, then back to my face. “I’d like to know more about that. Do you want to trade secrets?”
Yes.But also, no. I shake my head. “I should share this freely.”
She twists and takes the soap from me, setting it aside. She crosses her arms on the side of the tub and rests her chin on top of them.
I exhale in relief. That was the right thing to say. I should give her this without any strings.
I shift how I’m sitting, too, so we’re facing each other. A Daddy should be honest with his little one. It’s not how the fantasies started, but it’s where they’ve ended up.