Page 8 of Forever His Brat

“Like that, Charlie girl?”

“Mmm, yes Daddy.”

There was peace in the simple act of arousing her, bringing her to the edge. It soothed away the long day and reduced the world until it was just them. He let his eyes close.

His fingers played out of sight, driving her closer to orgasm. It was different in the water. Her own slippery juices were washed away by the currents from the jets. The water had a lessening effect that meant it took longer to get her there.

Sam liked that. It made it easier to tease her and he could draw things out for a long time.

His fingers pushed inside of her, gently fucking her until her hips rolled and begged for more. She’d begun to make little gasping sounds against his skin as he settled into a steady rhythm.

Sometimes he liked to edge her, to make her work for the pleasure. On occasion he would make her beg to come, but that was too much work tonight. He didn’t need to flex his authority over her every time they had sex, he knew who was in charge and so did she.

Her cries grew desperate as she got closer and her movements more frantic. Water splashed onto the ledge and spread out in a puddle before it finally began to trickle over the edge in a narrow stream. The bathmat would be soaked, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was Charlie and the way her firm ass was stroking his cock every time she rocked into his fingers.

He could have come from that. It wouldn’t have taken much longer either; he was nearly there. So close he could feel his balls tightening and drawing up tight to his body.

But then her back arched and she cried out. Her ass lifted, ceasing to caress his hard shaft as the orgasm blew through her. He shifted in the water, lifting her and sending more over the side without noticing.

Sam turned her to face him and the expression on her face made his erection jump with eagerness. Her eyes were blown with pleasure, the pupils only pinpoints as he moved her legs to straddle his hips. She was pliant, malleable, and still looked dazed in the post-orgasm haze.

“We’re not done yet, darlin’. Lift up.”

She blinked and then realized what he wanted. She sat up and moved back a little. Her eyes dropped to the thick length of him stabbing upwards under the water. “Is that all for me, Daddy?” She laughed, a low throaty sound. Her hand reached for it, fingers wrapping around the shaft to pump it a few times.

He groaned. His hips lifted demanding more. “All for you, Charlie. I want you to ride me.”

“I do love a good ride. Maybe we can get you up to a gallop if you’re nottootired,” she said, teasing as she spread herself and helped as he guided the head of his cock into her.

Tub sex was a new discovery for both of them. Sure, they’d fucked in the shower many times, but it wasn’t the same. Actually having sex submerged in the water was a whole different ballgame and he’d never expected to enjoy it as much as he did.

When Charlie had thrown in a fancified new bathroom with all the other renovations, it had included the giant whirlpool tub. Sam hadn’t thought much of it, figuring he’d mostly use the shower stall that was separate and stood in the corner. But the first time she’d invited him to join her in the tub he’d learned how much fun baths could be.

She was deliciously tight from the water. He had to work himself in with slow careful movements. The jets swirled away the slick arousal that usually eased his path. In a strange way it was almost like going in dry. With her natural lubrication gone he had to fight for it.

It verged on uncomfortable for both of them, and he didn’t have the energy to go as slow as he would need to for it to work. Luckily there was an easy solution for that. “Grab the oil,” Sam said.

Charlie knew exactly what he meant. It wasn’t regular bath oil, more like lube really. But it was designed for sex in the water, and they’d taken to keeping a bottle close to hand.

She leaned over him, breasts briefly pressed against his face as she grabbed for the bottle on the shelf behind him. She’d done it on purpose. Always the tease.

He couldn’t resist sucking the closest nipple into his mouth. His teeth closed on it carefully and he was rewarded with a groan from her. He released his mouthful reluctantly when she settled back with the bottle in her hand, a smirk curving her lips up at one corner.

She locked eyes with him and dribbled a little of the oil over her breasts and then slicked her hands in it. One finger traced a path down the center of her chest as she waited to see what he’d do.

Her eyes glittered with mischief that came from being recently sated. She’d just had an orgasm so now she didn’t mind taking her time and driving him crazy.

Sam on the other hand could feel the ache in his balls. He growled. “Girl, you’re going to get a wet-ass spanking if you try taking advantage of me being tired.” It was a clear warning, but Charlie had a tendency to take those as a challenge when she was in the right mood.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Don’t even.”

“What’s wrong Daddy?” Again the smirk.

She was definitely in the mood to push, and he didn’t have the energy that was going to take. He grabbed the bottle, poured a generous handful and brought it straight to his cock, slathering it in a heavy coating.

It was the good stuff, thick. It would eventually wash off, but not quickly and he’d be inside her before it had the chance. The sensation of his hand stroking the oil up and down his length was almost enough and he stopped just in time.

Sam guided himself between her spread thighs, and parted her folds with the head of his cock. He brushed the tip across her clit, and she shivered eagerly. Circling it a few times just to watch her reaction, he held out before he finally positioned himself at her entrance and began to ease inside of her.

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