Page 80 of Rayna's Daddy

The searing pain sent a shock wave through my body straight to my core. He let it go with a pop and another love tap on my ass. He stood and removed his sweats. His cock popped out at attention. My mouth watered remembering how he tasted last night. He climbed out of the alcove and bent to lift me out. He walked us both into the bathroom. He adjusted the water and guided me in. “I’ll be right back.”

The water cascaded over my shoulders and down my back. I turned around and closed my eyes, letting the water massage my front. Kyler returned. He stepped in behind me and proceeded to wash every inch of me. His fingers caressed every nook and cranny including a few passes over my back door. I shivered at the thought leaned, but into his touch. A silent encouragement for him to give me more.

“Patience, little one.” He pressed the tip of his finger in. “You’re not ready to take me there.” He slapped my ass. “Yet.”

When he was done, he turned me towards the white tile and placed my hands on the wall where he wanted them. A hand to the center of my back, had me bending over. I gasped as my breast encountered the cool tile.

He placed both hands on my hips and tilted my pelvis, which made my ass stick out and up in the air. He smacked my ass twice. I rose up on my toes. The sting sent waves of pleasure through me. I settled back down. Anxious to feel what he would do next.

“You ready for me, my little Ninja?” He twisted my other nipple.

“Yes, Sir.” I squealed.

“I’m going to be a little rough, but if it’s too much, then you say your safe word, okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What’s your safe word?” He asked.

“Red.”

“Good girl.” Kyler positioned himself behind me. He kissed my shoulders and led a trail of kisses, nips and licks down my spine. “Stay still.”

“I’m trying, Daddy.” I pleaded.

He continued mapping my body with his mouth. When I thought I couldn’t take another second of his teasing, he slid into me. Kyler was big, and I was four fucks away from being a virgin, but I accommodated his width. His length, on the other hand hit me so deep. I groaned and my toes wiggled. I stared down at them, trying to focus on something to avoid falling into oblivion or collapsing on the shower floor.

He slid out and then back in a few more times, smooth, strong, long strokes, but it wasn’t rough. Not what I associated with rough from the books I’ve read or the videos I had seen.

Apparently, the rough hadn’t begun.

Kyler adjusted his stance behind me and squeezed my hips. It was the only warning I had before he shoved himself back into me with a grunt.

“Fuck.” He growled, pulled back and shoved himself inside of me again. He held himself inside of me. My eye lids flickered, and I lost all the breath in my lungs. I couldn’t speak. Not that I wanted to safe word, the only word tickling the back of my brain was more. More of him. More of us. More pain. More pleasure. More Daddy. More Kyler. My insides exploded and a kaleidoscope of images, noises, and sounds shot off in my brain. I felt like a kitten in a washing machine.

My thoughts disappeared in an instant. The room fell silent. Kyler consumed my every thought. Tears fell as I crashed over the wave again. My hand slipped, but Kyler caught me. He pulled me back away from the wall and held me as he pistoned into me. He groaned and I moaned and together created a harmony of sexy sounds with every push and pull.

He went on forever. The man gave a whole new meaning to the word stamina.

He pulled out of me and spun me around. He hitched one of my legs over his hip, pushed me back against the wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared up at him as he positioned himself at my entrance. Once again, but without the warmup, he pressed himself into me. It was all he needed. To look into my eyes and affirm his declaration. He roared out his release and held me tight.

We caught our breath while making out like teenagers. Eager, yet exhausted. With his arm under my legs, he picked me up and sat down on the bench with me in his lap.

He stared into my eyes. Searching for the answer to a question he didn’t have to ask.

His relentlessness affirmed his mission he’d been on ever since he rescued me. I was his. I belong to him.

Damn anything— or anyone who came between us.

CHAPTER21

After our shower, I got Rayna situated back in bed with her iPad, the remote, and snacks to replenish the calories we worked out in the shower. With her droopy eyes, I knew she’d be out in a few minutes.

A text from Patrick came in stating agent Stanley had taken care of Natalie. She was off the property. He needed to speak with me.

I hoped it was good news. The more claim I lay on Rayna, the more I want to start living our lives together. I couldn’t wait to see the world through her eyes.

The guys entered my apartment. It was Chandler and Patrick. Two others from my security team, along with Agent Stanley and his partner.

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