Page 30 of A Father's Bliss

“Be a good girl and come for daddy.” He pounds into me just as the light vanishes from the corner of my eyes. “Now.”

I scream as the orgasm takes me, doing my best to not become a rag-doll as Marcus finds his own release. An explosion scorches through my veins, the deep and constant contractions bringing a new wave of fire to the surface.

By the time I come down, I nearly collapse to the side, sucking in air like a fish out of water.

Marcus simply chuckles behind me, carefully removing himself and the toy before rubbing my back with soft circles. “You did incredible, sweet girl.”

A breathy laugh escapes me. “You weren’t so bad yourself there, sir.”

He shakes his head. “Shower or bath?”

A rumble of thunder rolls overhead, and I imagine laying in the clawfoot under the skylight, the lighting and rain pour down overhead.

And as if he can read my thoughts, he nods. “Oatmeal bath it is. Want me to bring you some of that strawberry shortcake?”

I nod eagerly remembering how I forced him—at two in the morning, no less—to somehow replicate a recipe I read in one of my books, while hiding behind him as we watched his suggested movie,The Shining. He said it was the perfect way to bring in his fortieth birthday, and it only continued through our marathon of sex.

Well, that, and the lunch we had in the middle of the lake that ended in a lot of happy tears and a beautiful six-prong solitaire ring.

“I only want it if you join me and eat some too.”

He nods, slipping off the bed before scooping me into his arms to carry to the bathroom. “Anything to keep you.”

I roll my eyes. And flash a hefty sized ring at him. “You have me.”

Marcus looks down and winks. “Can never be too careful. You are trouble, after all.”

Snuggling into his chest, I close my eyes. “Only the best kind.”

The End of an Era.

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