Page 44 of Crossed Up

Her eyes are wide and unblinking as she stares at me, but then her eyes drop to where my hand is still wrapped around my cock, and her mouth parts, giving me a glimpse of her tongue. She doesn’t answer me or act like she heard me, so I land a gentle slap over her clit to get her attention, loving the whimper it gets me.

I keep my words firm, reminding myself we’ll need to go over rules and expectations later if we’re going to keep this dynamic in our relationship. Even if it’s only confined to the bedroom. Or, in this case, my truck. “I asked you a question, Lyla. Did I say we were done?”

She shakes her head this time, letting me know she did, in fact, hear me. “N-no, Daddy.”

A smirk finds my mouth easily because fuck. I love that so much more than I ever thought I would. “Good. Glad we understand each other.”

Without giving her a chance to respond, I grip her hips in my hands and flip her over so she’s on her knees, facing the woods outside the passenger window. We’re far enough away from the road that I’m not worried about someone seeing her, but if they did, at least they’d know she’s mine.

Is it fucked up that I just ate out my son’s nanny in the cab of my truck next to my father’s dilapidated gravesite? Probably. Do I care? Not in the slightest. I hope dear old Dad looks up and knows his life goal of fucking me up beyond repair failed.

Well, mostly. I did just devour my girl in a graveyard, so I might be a little bit fucked up after all.

Shaking myself back to reality, I place a hand around Lyla’s throat and pull her up so her back is pressed firmly against my chest. “You with me, Ly?”

She nods. “Mhmm. I’m with you, Aid.”

I breathe a sigh of relief, grateful I haven’t pushed her too far. “Good, then listen to me, okay? This is a new dynamic for both of us, and I don’t want you uncomfortable. So if I say or do something you don’t like, you say stop. You say stop, and everything stops. No questions or complaints. Okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

All the air in my lungs evaporates, and the lack of oxygen in my brain is the only excuse I have for what I do next. Taking the barest second to line us up, I thrust into Lyla’s heat and curse at how fucking right it feels.

There’s no build-up, no slow start to get her used to my size. Two little words from her sinful lips, and I’m thrusting into her savagely like I’ll die if I have to go one more second not being inside of her.

“Goddamn, angel. You feel so fuckin’ good. I’ll never get enough of you.”

Her breathing is labored, and every other breath comes out as a moan, and just when I think I can’t possibly take anymore, she places her palms flat on the center console and bounces back into me, sending a thump through my balls.

Without warning, I pull out and drop back down to the seat, picking her up so she straddles me before I impale her on my erection again. She wastes no time starting up a steady rhythm, bouncing on my cock, and playing with her clit like she was made to ride me.

“Fuck, Aidan. I’m close.”

I grit my teeth to hold off my own orgasm and knock her hand away from her pussy, licking my thumb and replacing her fingers with it. “I know, angel. I want you to hold off and come with me. Can you do that?”

She nods emphatically, and thankfully, I don’t have to wait long. After a few more rough thrusts, I pinch her clit gently, and with the first clench of her inner muscles around my cock, I explode. Shooting rope after rope of cum into her. Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I hear Wren’s text from the plane about having my own baby, but I ignore biology and focus on helping Lyla come down from her orgasm.

Our lips meet in a sweet caress, and the grin she gives me when we separate is blinding. “Wow,” she whispers softly. “I guess my staying away from you plan didn’t exactly pan out, huh?”

I snort a laugh and lift her off my oversensitive shaft, setting her cute little ass on my thighs. The second I do, I feel something drip onto my leg, and we both look down in shock.

The reality of what I just did smacks me in the face, and I look to Lyla with what I’m sure is a mixture of horror and desire written all over my face at seeing the cum dripping down her silky, toned thighs.

She finally looks up and chokes on a laugh when she sees my expression, reaching up to press my mouth closed from where it had fallen open. “Relax, Aid. I have an IUD, and I trust you.”

Biting her lip, she keeps her eyes trained where our bodies meet. “I’ve never had sex without a condom before… it’s so much better than I thought it would be.”

Well, in that case…

Leaning back, I move one of my hands off her hips and gently swipe two fingers over her pussy, keeping my eyes locked on hers as I lick them clean. My eyes roll back in my head at the taste of us combined, and this time, it’s her jaw that drops in shock.

Lyla’s eyes are hooded and filled with heat again, but the surprise is still evident on her pretty face. “Well fuck,” she whispers under her breath. “Why was that so hot?”

With a smirk, I pull her to me so her head rests comfortably under my chin. I just need a second to breathe her in and remind myself that she’s here and safe.

I know we need to clean up and get on the road to pick up Crew, but a quick glance at the clock shows it’s barely 8 a.m., so he’s likely not even awake yet. I have time to just hold my girl as I figure out a plan to keep us all safe from her walking dead ex-boyfriend.

Because whether she’s ready to accept it or not, Lyla Taylor is mine.

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