Page 79 of Iron Hearts

“Glad I still got it,” I mumbled, and she sighed out in pure satisfaction and wiggled under me, pulling my arms around her like she would use me as a blanket and could go to sleep right then and there.

“Ah, nope – you gotta get up and pee,” I reminded her, reaching between us to hold the condom on myself and shuddering as I pulled out of her snug, warm, wet, and all-around delectable twat.

She moaned, whining, and smacked the bed by her face and I crawled backward off of her and off of the bed.

She rolled over and looked up at me and I held my hands down to her, the condom secure enough and momentarily forgotten as I reached down and took her hands and hauled her, protesting in this adorable little whining, to her feet.

“Go pee, then get your ass back here so I can tuck you in,” I ordered. She gave me a baleful look, a half-assed little salute, and thrust her butt back at me before walking out the bedroom door to the bathroom in the hall.

I disposed of the condom in the trash, sighed in satisfaction, and turned back my half-assed made bed for her return.

She dutifully took her leak, washed her hands, and came back to me. I took her hand and guided her alongside the bed and she laid down obediently enough. I tucked the blankets over her and sat down at her hip.

Her makeup was a bit streaky and her hair was mussed in their twin pigtails and I chuckled and reached up to take them out and let her hair down. I massaged her scalp and she closed her eyes and groaned.

“Stay right here for Daddy, princess. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” she whispered, the small word sounding… vulnerable.

Yeah, she was done. Poor thing had probably never experienced such an intense intimacy before. She was young, beautiful, and I was glad to be her first in that arena even if I wasn’t the first to ever be inside of her.

I went to the kitchen and got me a bottle of water and made her a juice, refilling her glass and adding a bit more ice. I stuck a bendy straw in it so she wouldn’t spill, and brought both back with me to the bedroom, my own urge to pee becoming imminent.

I set my bottle down on the bedside table and handed down her glass and said, “Both hands, princess. Don’t spill, okay?”

“Okay,” her voice shook a little and I kissed her forehead. I could almost feel the uncertainty drain from her, and when I pulled back, yep, her eyes were closed and she looked more centered.

“Sip on that like a good girl, and Daddy’ll be right back, okay? I want to hold you.”

She smiled shyly up at me from behind the rim of her glass and took the straw between her lips, anddamn,down boy, she’s done for tonight,I had to tell my cock before he got too excited.

I picked up the plug off the floor on my way out and went into the bathroom. I took my piss, cleaned up, and went back to the bedroom and got into bed with my sweet girl, who didn’t hesitate to cuddle into my side.

“So sweet,” I murmured and kissed her bright blonde hair and she snuggled closer as I stroked the soft skin of her back. The wind was howling, the rain still pelting out there, and I closed my eyes and listened to the rain.

I don’t think it was long before either of us were out.

I know I roused a little bit later, just long enough to switch out the bedside lamp that I always left lit in case I got back late.

God, she felt good in my arms…

The next morning, I woke to the birds chirping and the sun streaming in through the slits around the edges and through the middle of the bedroom curtains.

Rarity, and I both hadn’t moved an inch, and she was still tucked tightly into my side, her head on my shoulder and her leg draped across my own. I cleared my throat and she jumped slightly, sucking in a deep breath, and when those blue eyes of hers opened, they pinned me to the spot with their beauty.

I don’t think I would ever get tired of waking up to those eyes, and the thought of looking down into them while her lips wrapped around my cock had my morning wood twitching beneath the sheet.

“What time is it?” she queried breathily, and I looked behind her at the flashing lights on my alarm clock.

“Dunno,” I said, voice deep and rough with disuse from our long sleep. “Power must have gone out in the night at some point.”

“Oh,shit,” she muttered and turned to look for herself. “I told my mom I would be home last night!”

“Oh, shit, is right baby. Were you supposed to look after the boys or something?”

“No, I just hadn’t planned on staying out so late, let alone overnight. I bet she’s worried sick.”

“Go get your phone,” I ordered and she leaped up and padded out of the bedroom and down the hallway. She returned with her phone in her hands, chewing her bottom lip nervously.

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