Page 9 of Forever His Brat

Charlie was eager and willing, and the oil eased the way. It was still an effort. An effort he enjoyed. It was easier when she was on top. Her own bodyweight helped and between them his cock sank home one delicious inch at a time.

“Oh yes… That’sexactlywhat I needed.” The words were almost a moan as her head fell back and she sighed.

She didn’t wait for him to be balls deep in her before she began to move in a nice easy up and down motion. It wasn’t unlike riding a horse, and Charlie had always been a good rider. She knew when to tighten her knees, when to rock, when to flex her hips… those basic skills transferred over nicely to this other kind of riding.

But when it came to sex Charlie wasn’t just good. She was fantastic. Maybe it was because they’d learned together all those years ago, so they just meshed perfectly. Maybe it was innate ability.

Either way she had a gift for being able to bring him along faster, or slow him down, depending on whatshewanted. He’d expected to go quickly, but once she was seated on his cock, her walls tightening around him in a nice easy rhythm, suddenly he felt like he could hold out alittlelonger.

The way she moved pulled him back from the edge just enough. His hands settled on her hips, but he didn’t push her to move faster. He could have. Daddy had the power to overrule her and bring things to an explosive conclusion, but he was content to let her set the pace.

She was doing most of the work after all. It wasn’t a gallop, but a leisurely ride at least until another orgasm began to build in her. He could tell by the way her body tightened, the way she shifted trying to find just the right angle for his cock to hit. Then she tightened around him and began to move faster.

She leaned back a little, bracing her hands on his thighs behind her so she could arch her back—that seemed to be the position she’d been looking for. Suddenly her hips were snapping as her ass rose and came down hard at a quick tempo.

Sam had the presence of mind to slap the drain release, so the water level started to go down. If he hadn’t, the waves she was causing with her frantic movements would have swamped the bathroom. That was the last conscious thought he could manage before the fever pitch wiped it all away.

Everything after that was emotion and physical sensation. As she chased her second climax she dragged him along with her, and suddenly the urgency he’d set aside was there and more intense than ever. He could feel it coiling tight inside him.

His hands tightened, fingers pressing into her flesh as his hips began to snap up to meet her rhythm. They were one for a minute or so, perfectly meshed so that he was rising as she was falling. Her ass began to make a satisfying slapping sound as she came down, drawing his awareness to the fact that the water in the tub was almost gone.

It didn’t matter. There was nothing he could do about it so deep into the moment. He ignored it and the chill on his damp skin as he plowed her depths with each snap of the hips.

And then he was there, crashing, tumbling, spilling over the edge with a loud groan that echoed off the tiles. He froze for an endless moment when the pleasure overwhelmed him, holding the awkward half-raised position he’d been in until his muscles began to shake and then he dropped down into the shallow water that remained.

His heart raced, thudding hard in his chest and his breathing sounded harsh and fast to his own ears. Sometimes when he came hard spots danced in front of his eyes and he felt like he’d pass out from the pleasure hitting every nerve ending at once. This was one of those times.

Sam didn’t have the energy for even one more thrust, but Charlie didn’t waste her time. She continued to work herself up and down his length while he was still hard. The way she contracted her muscles around him, milking the seed from his body was a sweet torture.

But a short one. It took her less than a minute to reach her own climax. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. He hissed as she ground down on him, circling her hips until she got what she needed and cried out with abandon.

Sam stared up at her, watching as she threw her head back and arched. She shook with the force of it and her breasts jiggled invitingly, but just out of reach. She was always beautiful, but in that moment she resembled some fierce primal goddess, and he felt a savage need to wrap her in his arms.

He slid his hands up from her hips and pulled her upper body down against his until they were sealed skin to skin, still inside of her. They couldn’t have been any closer.

He held her like that, feeling the way she trembled and whimpered from the pleasure cascading through her body. “Mine.” His voice was rough, raw and gravelly.

She moaned and squirmed against him. “You better believe I’m all yours, Sam.” There was a smug satiated tone to her words.

A second later, “Um… Sam?”

“Yeah, darlin’?”

“Where the hell did all the water go?”

“Oh, right. I forgot about that. Let me just—” He hadn’t noticed he was getting colder sitting in the empty tub until she reminded him. He reluctantly released her and shifted enough to turn the water back on. “— there. We’re going to need a wash after that bath anyway.”

She snorted. “Funny how I always feel dirtier after bathing with you.”

The second bath was a lot less fun, but neither of them had the energy for another round.

CHAPTER3

They were so exhausted and drained of energy that Charlie barely remembered climbing out of the tub, drying off, and tumbling into bed. She suspected they’d probably skipped all but a token toweling and hit the sheets still damp. If so, the discomfort clearly hadn’t kept them awake.

The storm had raged all night and getting out of bed in the morning was a chore, but Sam had to be up before sunrise, and she felt guilty lounging in the warm bed while he grumbled and cursed his way into clothes.

“I’ll make coffee,” she said, yawning as she pulled on a robe and padded toward the door.

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