Page 10 of The Hottest Daddy
Chapter Five
They ran through the snow to her apartment. Inside, he drew her close and crushed his lips against hers. God, he tasted good. She snaked her hand down and cupped his cock through his jeans.Huge. She moaned in anticipation and he chuckled.
“That’s all for you, beautiful. Now get your clothes off.”
They stripped each other quickly, tumbling onto her bed. His body was hard and well-muscled, broad shoulders leading down to slim hips and strong legs. He ran his hands over her body, admiration clear in his eyes. “Sensational,” he murmured, then bent his head to take her nipple into his mouth.
“Wait … wait … I don’t have any protection …”
Without breaking contact with her breast, he leaned over and grabbed his jeans, pulling a condom out of his back pocket. Sunday relaxed, closing her eyes as his tongue flicked around her nipple, sending sweet sensations through her body.
Sunday stroked his long, thick cock against her belly, feeling it quiver and tremble under her touch, swelling in her hand. “You keep doing that, gorgeous, and I’ll have to fuck you before I do anything else.”
Sunday grinned at him and began to stroke harder. He groaned. “God, you dirty little girl …”
She tore the condom packet open and rolled it down his cock as he hitched her legs around his waist. “You’re gonna take this all, pretty girl.”
He thrust into her and Sunday almost screamed at the pure animal pleasure of it. They fucked hard, each clawing and biting at the other, kissing until their mouths were sore. God, it felt so good be fucked without inhibition, to know there were no feelings involved, to be this animal, this feral, this abandoned.
Eventually their fucking grew so rough, they tumbled to the floor, and he pinned her hands above her head as he drove her towards a body-shattering orgasm.
Sunday came hard, her back arching up, her belly pressing against his. A year’s worth of pent-up emotion poured out of her and tears streamed down her face as she cried out. Embarrassed, she turned her head away from him but he gently kissed them away without saying anything.
They lay side by side, panting, then, not needing words, they made love again, slowly, exploring the other’s body. She loved how his body was so much bigger than hers, his arms thickly banded with muscles cradling her as if she was the most precious thing in the world. She stroked her fingers down his face—he was so beautiful, he didn’t seem real—seeing the trouble in his eyes and wondering about it.
But, no. Don’t wonder that. Don’t wonder about him. Keep this as what it is… a wonderful, sensual, spectacular interlude.She pressed her lips to his, wanting to remember every inch of him because she knew in her heart—this was a one-time thing.
They made love into the early hours before Sunday was unable to keep her eyes open a moment longer.
In the morning, he was gone.
In the shower, Sunday flexed her muscles and felt the delicious ache of the recently fucked. Her thighs throbbed; her vagina was raw from the pounding of her lover’s huge cock. There were faint bite marks on her breasts, her shoulders. Her mouth was still tingling from his kiss.
And inside her, something had been released. Something she hadn’t known was there, a block. The lack of intimacy since Cory’s murder hadn’t been something she had thought about, but now, after last night, she realized how distant, physically, she had kept everyone else for the last year.
She drove up to the Giotto house, taking some fresh bread from the town bakery for Carmen, who thanked her and invited her to share a coffee with her. “I have some news. Not that it will directly affect you, but you should know.”
She indicated the stool and Sunday sat, watching her new friend curiously. “What’s up?”
“Well, River’s daughter will be coming to stay for a few weeks, is all, and Berry is adorable, but a handful.”
“Mr. Giotto has a daughter?”
“Five years old, but he’s only known her for a few years. I believe she was the product of a one-night stand.”
Sunday hoped her face wasn’t as red as it felt. “It happens. So, Berry—and what a great name, huh?—she’s coming to stay for a few weeks?”
Carmen nodded. “River has promised me that he’ll do most of the heavy lifting, but I know him. There will be days when he’s in his studio and he forgets about everything, including Berry. Those days you might find yourself with a little helper.”
“I don’t mind that, as long as Mr. Giotto understands I’ll be distracted from work.”
Carmen grinned. “You can call him River, you know.”
“Do you think I’ll ever meet him?” Sunday had already imagined what he’d look like—gray-haired, grumpy. Daisy had said he was ‘old,’ but then Daisy was twenty-four. ‘Old’ could mean anyone over thirty.
Carmen sighed. “I hope so, sweetheart, I do. I know this might seem a strange situation to you but River has never been a very sociable person. He got worse after his mother died and his father remarried.” She lowered her voice. “His stepmother is a vile, vicious woman. Something happened between her and River and he was never the same.”
“God, how awful.”
