Daphne Vs. Daddy

I sit up on the floor and force my eyelids open. I go to my knees and then look at Chase with my mouth slightly ajar. A grin lights up his face as he realizes what I want him to do, and he goes up to his feet in no time, towering over me.

I don’t even need to think about what I have to do; my body already knows it. Reaching for his cock with both hands, I start stroking him right away. My rhythm builds up fast, but then I break it by leaning in and wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock. He groans as I do it, and then he groans some more as I push my mouth down the length of his shaft at a breakneck speed. Bobbing my head as fast as I can, this time I don’t stop when I feel his cock pulsing hard inside of my mouth; I just keep on doing what I’m doing. In a matter of seconds, he places both his hands on my head and cums.

Gushing a river of cum into my mouth, he fills it up to the brim with two quick spasms of his cock. His warm semen leaks out of my mouth and drips down into my chin.

Pulling out, I grab his cock and stroke him as he keeps on cumming, spraying my face with his seed. I throw my head back, basking in it, and just grin wildly as he shoots the last strands of cum onto my skin.

Peeling my fingers off of his shaft, I decide I want all of his cum, and so I lean once more into him, swallowing the cum I have inside my mouth as I do it. I take his shaft into my mouth and lick it dry, circling its tip with my tongue and only stopping when there’s not a single drop of cum on his cock.

“You’re completely crazy,” he tells me, but he’s going down to his knees as he says it.

“Yes, I am,” I smile at him. He kisses me then, one hand behind my neck as he holds me close.

“You’re lucky, though.”

“Why?”

“You’re exactly my kind of insane.”

44

Chase

The week is passing in a blur of riding Moonshine, sex, riding Carla, and lots of takeout food.

I may’ve always thought I’d end up with a wife who cooks and wears an apron in the kitchen, but Carla’s skills … elsewhere more than make up for that. I don’t mind eating at a restaurant every night; it’s what I would’ve done without her anyway. It’s just that now, I get fucking amazing sex to go along with it.

Have I mentioned how amazing our sex is? Because it is. Morning, noon, and night. Fuck-until-you-drop territory here. I've never met anyone with as voracious an appetite for sex as Carla has. It takes a lot to keep up with me, and yet somehow, she is.

I’ve never been so happy.

After one of our marathon sessions, I cuddle Carla up next to me, loving the feel of her warm body next to mine. I run my hands over her hair, smoothing it back in an endless loop. My mind drifts back to the advertisement for a cowboy at the Barclay’s Arena in Brooklyn. I haven’t said anything to Carla yet.

I should. I know that.

I just…I’m not ready to pop the cocoon around us. A job at the rodeo – a permanent job at a specific rodeo – would mean staying here. Settling down permanently. I’m just not there yet. I’m happy with what we have right at this very moment. Why move forward with something else?

Plus, I have a lot of business interests in Texas. I’d either need to hire someone to manage it all for me, or I’d have to sell it off. That isn’t something I can just do tomorrow. Right now, I’m just happy right where I’m at – in the Hotel Pennsylvania, Carla by my side.

Except, if I’m being honest, the job is never far from my mind. I need to make a decision at some point. Maybe after the MSG rodeo is done. Just another two weeks. I can live in this fantasy world until then, right?

“We aren’t the only ones who are happy,” Carla says with a smile in her voice, interrupting my thoughts.

“Oh really? Who else is happy?”

“Becca and Jason. Did you know that they’re already talking about marriage? That’s just way too fast for me, but I guess if it works for them. Just yesterday, Becca was looking at houses…”

She continues on, but I’ll admit, I didn’t hear anything else that she said. Goddammit, Jason! Leaving me to always clean up his messes. I really ought to punch him more often, just to keep him in check. I feel myself tensing up. Carla is going to take this about as well as a hole in the head, but if Jason is really telling Becca that...

“Carla, baby,” I break in gently, and she stops, shimmying her head on my shoulder so she can look up into my face.

“What?”

I pause, trying to find the right words, and now she’s tensing up too. She knows there’s something wrong. I only wish I could tell her something else. Anything else.

“Jason is married already. He has a wife and two kids in Oklahoma City. Another on the way. He’s not marrying Becca.”

I held my breath, waiting for the explosion.