Page 27 of A Father's Bliss

For the first time, she’s completely speechless, her moans of pleasure quickly turning into sharp intakes of breath. I know her next orgasm is so close to the surface she can practically taste it,and I’m ready to feel her come around my cock again. It was an intoxicating squeeze that I’m already addicted to, and I wonder briefly how she’ll feel when I fill her ass and make her come that way as well.

There’s so much I want to do with and to this woman and I hope that like me, this only solidified what was already there, lurking just out of reach.

Renee pulses, her whimpers turning into desperate pleas.

“Don’t stop, daddy. Fuck. Please don’t.”

I smirk down at her, removing my hands from her thighs and unwrapping her arms from around my neck. As if she knows my intentions, she coils her legs around my waist before threading her fingers through mine above her head. I latch onto them, squeezing tightly as I drive into her again and again, my own orgasm finally lighting up my spine.

“Let me have it, Renee.” I bury myself into her. “Give me what belongs to me.”

Her cries of ecstasy echo off the cabin walls before sinking into my bloodstream with an intensity that has black encroaching on my vision. Her pussy contracts around my cock, milking it as if to induce my own release, while her fingernails embed into my knuckles.

“That’s it, baby girl. You did such a good job for daddy.”

She releases a heady sigh at the same moment the electricity skitters south, coiling tight.

“Now, is this sweet cunt of yours going to swallow my cum like your mouth did?” I question, heat beginning to unfurl.

“Yes.” Her voice is still breathy from her release, but when her amber eyes connect with mine, there’s the hint of a needy brat just beneath the surface that yanks me to the very edge. “Please.”

Those two words are all I need to shove me into the abyss that is Renee Porter and I come hard, spilling into her soforcefully, I have to grab onto the headboard in front of me to keep my balance.

She whimpers against the pressure, and my body pulls me down, my need to have her lips on mine the singular driving force. I kiss her as my orgasm continues to shred through me, commanding her mouth with everything I want to say.

You’re mine, now and tomorrow, and for as long as you’ll let me keep you.

Her hands find my hair and she tugs me closer, kissing me back with the same ferocity making my soul fucking ache. It isn’t till the tremor has finished raking through me and my heart and breaths have finally started to calm that I finally release her, though even then, I don’t want to.

I lean to the side, sliding out of her with ease, but she winces the moment she’s empty.

“Sore?”

She nods, brushing a lock of hair away from my face. “In the best ways.”

I smirk, running a thumb under her swollen lip. She’s had it trapped beneath her teeth most of the evening. “Good.”

Renees returns the soft smile, leaning into my touch. We stay like this for a few minutes until she yawns and shifts. “Now what?” she asks, her eyes already drifting closed.

“I bathe you, then feed you.”

Shehmms, perfectly content. “That sounds lovely.”

It takes everything in me to leave her alone on the bed, but it’s when I’m finally alone, that it all hits me at once.

I’ve always prided myself on having a leveled head, a calm approach, and never biting off more than I can chew. But with Renee, I’m a fucking mess.

Down is up, cold is hot, and wrong is right.

I know deep down that what we’re doing will have consequences on both ends, but not a piece of me, not a single iota, can find it in me to care. This woman, the one I admired from afar for years, is now in my bed, waiting for me to finish readying her bath after being thoroughly fucked byme.

I thought I was addicted before. Thought that I already knew what it was like to be completely infatuated with a person, in every aspect. But now, I know otherwise. I know what obsession is. What it is to want to risk it all for a chance at a possibility.

My only hope is that she feels the same, and hasn’t simplyworked me out of her system.The notion she might have coils my muscles uncomfortably.

After checking the temperature of the basin, I return to the room to find Renee drifting off to sleep. It takes a few slow kisses, the promise of the perfect fish dinner, and the strange feeling of having a plug removed from her ass before she allows me to pick her up and carry her to the bathroom.

It’s small, as expected of a personal yacht, but the wash basin is big enough to set her in without it being cramped. She hisses when her skin touches the water, but quickly groans when I fully submerge her. “Oh, this is perfect.”

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