Page 73 of Iron Hearts

Striker…

I’d never had the moment strike me, or be so…pure. Did I regret our first time being down here, in the filthy garage? Somewhat – but at the same time? No. She’d been so into it, and I was so proud of her my chest very nearly swelled with it.

Withdrawing myself from her warm, silken, body was a trial, but it had to be done. I didn’t want to risk the chance of someone coming down here and catching her off guard. I couldn't care less about anybody watching me fuck – but that wasn’t something we had discussed or negotiated and not everyone was an exhibitionist like me.

I held the condom on myself as I pulled out, andee Gods,that was sensitive! Joy going off from my cock to my brain in a string of fucking fireworks, pulsing and exploding in my chest and behind my closed eyelids in this sensation like if singing transcended sound into physical sensation.

I got a grip, stripped it off my softening cock, and tossed it in the nearest trash can.

“Let’s get you dressed, princess,” I murmured and helped her off the bike and onto her feet. She stood in her flat shoes on the dusty cement slab of the garage floor and I kneeled in front of her, pulling her shorts and underwear out of my back pocket where I’d stuffed them, and untangling the garments from one another and holding out her panties for her to step into. She did, and I pulled them up her legs, and out around the curve of her ass, making sure they were comfortably pulled up and in place. She giggled at me, when I went to do the same for her shorts/skirt combo, making sure I had them right.

She rested a hand on my shoulder, and let me help her, and I glowed with pride for my little girl, my princess, and got those up and in place for her too.

“Come on, baby; let’s get you to a restroom.”

“Okay, Daddy…” she said it almost shyly, as if she were tasting the honorific on for size, and she blushed deeply as she said it, adding color to her pale cheeks and deepening the color across her already flushed chest from our passions.

“Take all the time you need to get used to it, baby girl, I’m not going anywhere,” I murmured, and then pulled her to me, holding her tight, pressing my lips against her forehead.

I felt her body soften in response to that touch from my lips, her muscles going lax, her arms going around me, her fingers tangling in the laces at the sides of my cut, beautifully childlike in her uncertainty.

She had nothing at all to fear from me, or from anyone for that matter. That was the role I longed to take. As a protector, as a leader, as someone she could trust in and trust implicitly that I could and would take care of her.

I held her for long moments, and let her soak up my love for her, and spend some quiet moments in the moment – but moments like this couldn’t last forever, and I needed to make sure my little girl took care of herself and part of that was taking a pee after sex to make sure she didn’t get a urinary tract infection.

I led her upstairs and to the restroom, using the one next to hers for myself. I washed up and went back out and it was only a few seconds more before she returned to me.

“What should we do now?” she asked uncertainly and I smiled.

“I’d like to take you home,” I said and her eyes widened, which made me chuckle. “With me, not back to yours.”

Her face colored with embarrassment.

“Oh,” she said putting her hand over her mouth and with her other arm over her stomach she looked the picture of adorable awkwardness.

I held out my hand and she reluctantly took the one off from over her mouth and tangled her fingers with mine. I raised them to my lips, giving her a very real look of devotion, and kissed her fingers between her first and second knuckles.

Her blue eyes softened, and I could see a longing in them, as though she had been desperate for some softness and gentleness, and like she never wanted this to end.

Same, baby girl. Same,I thought to myself and tried to convey the feelings I felt with my eyes alone, unsure how I was supposed to convert any of it into words that could convey the magnitude of them.

I led her back downstairs and out the side door to the lot where my bike was parked. I didn’t really feel the need to tell the boys we were off. A pretty young thing like Rarity tucked into my side, they would know. Some of them might even be a little jealous. I certainly hoped so.

The ride to my place wasn’t overly long, but was humid with a breath of rain coming in off the Atlantic. We pulled into my spot by my rental a rumble of thunder right on the heels of the rumble of my bike, the machine chugging and purring to a stop just as the clouds thickened and started to roll in overhead.

We got off the bike and I keyed our way into the house, just as another flash of lightning dazzled our senses and the boom of thunder heralded the skies opening up.

We ducked into the house, laughing, and I shut the door on the rough patter of rain outside.

Rarity’s blue eyes sparkled as she slipped out of her shoes and took off her Hello Kitty backpack.

“Oh, shit,” she murmured and swatted at the stuffed animal and the gray dust from the shop wall on it.

“Glad it didn’t get wet to set the stain,” I said as most if not all the dust came off with a few smacks.

“Me too,” she said gratefully.

“Don’t worry, baby girl, we’ll get it clean.” She smiled up at me and I smiled back, stroking her cheek with my thumb, feeling her pulse jump in the side of her neck under my fingers.

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