Page 44 of Merry with a Brewmaster
“Reece told me all the good spots,” she breathes out as her back collides with the wall and she lifts her leg to hook around my thigh. Taking her lead, I cradle the crook of her knee with one hand as I squeeze her breast with the other.
Gasping into my mouth, she rocks her hips, her dress riding up, the heat of her seeping through my pants and driving me out of my mind.
Fumbling with my belt and zipper, I manage to pull my cock out in record time as she pulls her panties to the side, giving me the most tantalizing view of her pussy.
That invitation is all I need to bury myself inside her and fuck her senseless in the storage room of Love Beach Brews. She’s loud, chanting my name and meeting me thrust for thrust as her tits threaten to bounce right out of her top.
“Scream for me, Siren. Let the neighbors hear how hard I fuck you.”
One single, filthy plea is all it takes for her to shatter, her pussy clenching around my cock as she thrashes against the wall. It’s magnificent, and watching her fall apart snaps the last of my restraint.
I pound into her twice more before my orgasm detonates, my knees threatening to buckle under our collective weight. My vision blurs at the edges, and it’s all I can do to hold on as I ride out every wave of pleasure as her walls flutter around me.
“Don’t let me go,” she mumbles sleepily.
“Never.”
She snorts. “I mean right now. You’re holding my weight.”
“And here I thought you were bein’ romantic,” I tease as I pull out and fix her panties and right her dress the best I can before tucking myself back into my pants. She yelps as I swing her into my arms and carry her back out to the bar. “You gonna make it while I close up?”
Vienna yawns and smiles. “Maybe.”
“I have plans for you when we get home.”
“Home.” She smiles again, then folds her arms on the bar and rests her head on them as her eyelids flutter shut. “I like that.”
Me too.
24
VIENNA
Ilisten out the door for any sound that Haven is up and moving around. The girl is a bear to wake up for school, but give her a weekend and she’s up before the sun. With only two days before Christmas, she’s even worse. Hearing nothing, I ease the door open and slip out as quietly as I can, the latch making an almost inaudible click.
It’s not until I look up that I see Haven standing in the hallway, her fuzzy pink unicorn robe wrapped around her little body as her fist rubs at her eye.
We stare at each other, neither of us moving as she looks toward his room and back at me.
“Is Daddy up?” she asks around a yawn.
“Uh,” I start, licking my lips as my caffeine-deprived brain tries to come up with a possible answer, “I thought so but I guess not.” I add with a shrug, “He worked late so maybe by the time breakfast is ready he will be.”
She nods, seemingly accepting this completely made-up excuse, and turns toward the stairs.
“Can we have pancakes?”
“You bet,” I say quickly, thankful to have diverted the conversation away from the real reason I was sneaking out of her father’s room so early.
“With blueberries and chocolate chips?”
“Together?” Haven nods and I lift one shoulder and let it drop as I flip the lights on in the kitchen and plug the coffee pot in. “I think we can try it.”
“Can I watch a movie?”
“Yes, but keep the volume down so your dad can sleep.”
Mentally I addbecause he’s tired from fucking me in the shower and making me ride his face and then his cock.
