Page 38 of Then Came You

"That I have approximately five minutes before I know Haven is going to start banging on the door. It's not enough time to do the things I want to do with you." Everything about Row lights up my insides.

"Tell me," she breathes.

"I'd rather show you." Arousal zips through my body. "Do you think you can get off in two minutes?" I challenge, scooting her off the bench and rearranging us as fast as I can. I slide down on the floor, flicking my zipper open, and pull my pants down so my cock can spring free.

She licks her lips as she zeroes in on my length. "What do you have in mind?" She all but salivates. I yank her leather leg things down and am breathless when I smell her arousal. What's more, her tan-coloured cotton panties have a dark spot right in the centre of where her dripping slit is. I shove them below her knee, grab the back of her thighs, and position her so she's straddling my lap.

Grinding back and forth, she shudders above me, tracing my snake tattoo that has a direct line to my cock. I notice briefly that her nails are white.

"You don't understand the feral need I have to fuck you. What I want to do to you should be illegal, but you deserve better than a two-minute fuck for our first time, so instead, I'm begging for you to rub your pussy all over my dick, so I can smell you on me for the rest of the day. So, you can know every time I jerk off, it'll be your scent that lingers on me. Make my cock dirty, baby girl." The strangled whine that comes from her mouth is like the piston that starts a race. She rocks back and forth over my cock easily with how slippery she is.

The naked hunger on her pretty face is entrancing.

“Do you like that, daddy,” she punctuates the word, heightening the debauchery of it all.

“I fucking love it, baby girl. Look at what a good little girl my Tink is. So slutty. So perfect. So mine.” My cock almost slips inside of her that I have to sink my fingertips in the flesh of her hips to stop the penetration.

“You feel too good, Blade,” she whines, slipping out of character and into frenzied anguish. Her nails dig into my forearms as she continues to gyrate. Her eyes are closed and that just won’t do.

“Open your eyes, baby girl, and look at me.” The command is gruff but I need to see her when I come. She obeys me and finds mine. With one hand I work her hips and with the other I brace the back of her neck, tugging her in for a kiss, keenly aware to avoid any more hurt to her already bruised nose.

“Please,” she mumbles hopelessly.

What we’re doing is passionate, divine, reckoning. “Your pussy feels so good, Tink. Fuck.” I grit. “I’m nearly there, baby. Nearly. Are you close?” I strangle out. I don’t even have to wait for an answer because she explodes like a grenade, leaving visible signs of her climax. She covers her mouth with her hand to stifle her scream as she continues to thrust. My lap is soaked, and I’m bursting with pride. Smelling the sex in the air drives me to my own release. With quick reflexes, I lift her shirt, and splatter myself on her cunt, watching it drip toward her lips. It’s a picture of filth I won’t forget even when I’m old and senile. When we both stop shuddering, she topples on my chest. I smooth her hair with my hands, wiping the sweat away from her neck.

“Wow.”

“Tell me about it, Tink.”

“That was…Yeah, just wow.”

“I wish I had more time than just stolen moments with you,” I confess. It’s then that I realise I really do want all her moments.

“Same,” she murmurs, saying it like she knows it can never be a possibility. I’m about to press her on it, but she buts in before I have a chance. “We should get cleaned up before we’re sprung.”

Clean up? The whole point of this was to stay dirty. Her suggestion just won’t do.

“Baby girl, pull your pants up,” I order. She pinches her brows together in revolt. “I want my cum in your panties and on your pussy all day. I want you to feel me when you walk, and I want you to know what it would feel like when I fill you up and it drips out of you.”

Her mouth gapes open, reminding me of when I stuffed it with my cock two days ago. “Shut your pretty little mouth and just do this for daddy, okay?” She nods and leaves a lingering kiss on my jaw before pulling herself up and sliding her pants back into place. Fucking utter perfection.

After pulling ourselves together, we head back into the main salon.

“Bet your pussy tastes better than whatever Haven’s drinking.” I tilt my head toward where Haven is slurping on a gigantic strawberry milkshake.

“Oh God, stop it you, idiot,” she laughs, swatting my chest. No chance.

“Best pussy I’ve ever tasted.”

“Blade. Behave.”

“And those breasts, fuck.”

“Blade!” she hisses, nearing closer to my daughter.

“Maybe you should get barbells that say ‘daddy’s slut’ or ‘daddy’s baby girl’?” She throws daggers my way and hisses I’ll pay for this.

“Haven, guess what?” Row’s voice is a sugary concoction that grabs everyone’s attention around her.

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