Daddy in Disguise (Crescent Cove 7)

“Hello.” She laughed as she reached between us to palm me. “God, so well-fucking-hung. I do love when a man is proportionate.”

“Thanks, I think

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She fisted my cock and grinned that devilish smile that always got me revved. It was a rare one. She was a smirking type, thanks to her sly comments, but this was dangerous and playful.

She swiped her thumb over the head of my cock and caught a drop of pre-cum. She brought it to her mouth. “Hurry.”

Finally, I unseated my wallet and dug into it. For the first time in years, I’d actually had to buy a box of condoms. And damn right I’d refilled my wallet.

She spotted the trifold of rubbers and laughed. “Sure of your trip to the café today, huh?”

“Hopeful.” I ripped one off and suited up. “Always goddamn hopeful.” I dragged her back down over me and groaned as I stretched her open.

She tipped her head back. “I do love a good Boy Scout.”

I gripped her hair again and bowed her back. “You keep calling me a Boy Scout, and you’re going to make me mad.”

Her teeth clicked together audibly as I thrusted up into her. “My plan is working.” Her laugh was evil and drove me crazy.

I gripped her hip and sweat poured between us as I angled up to find…there. She cried out, her pussy fisting around me. I hammered into her again and again once I knew where she needed me. Where I knew I could make her fucking fly.

Her nails raced over my chest and up to my shoulders. She left claw marks while her shouts reverberated around the cab of my truck.

“Don’t you stop,” she shouted.

“Damn, I love when you order me around.” I reached down to whatever reserves I had and ignored all the straining, burning muscles in my thighs and core as I drilled into her with everything.

I gave her all I had.

Frustration seemed to dent the pleasure that vibrated through her. She dropped down on top of me, her eyes crazed. She held onto me like I was the last thing on earth. She rode me, searching for something that seemed just out of reach.

I banded my arms around her back until we were skin to skin in every goddamn way. The friction between us and the absolute lack of space made her go a little mad. Her hands clawed my shoulders, and I wasn’t sure if she wanted to get away.

For a moment, I wondered if I’d gone too far. Then her hands opened and she wound herself around me. The wild thrusts went slow and deep.

Her huge, dark blue eyes went blind as a sob broke free. She clenched me so tight in every way, I could do nothing but finally let go. Maybe she’d needed that surrender first.

Maybe I needed it.

I came hard and let out a matching shout to hers. She shuddered over me and I covered her mouth, swallowing her cries until they were soft sighs. Until she laid her cheek against my shoulder and relaxed. Until she was finally mine.

I slid my hand up into her hair. Christ, I wanted her to be mine. Maybe forever.

I was so fucked.

Fourteen

I didn’t really have words for what that had been.

It had started off like any other wild and fun bit of sex. Then again, nothing had truly been just a bit of anything when it came to me and Gideon. I couldn’t even pinpoint when it had actually turned into more.

And I wanted to push him out of the damn truck and drive away. Or better yet, run and dunk my stupid head in the lake.

His large hand stroked up and down my back, easy and sweet. I wanted to bristle against it. To laugh it off. Anything but sink into him like I was.

It was as if my body instinctively knew this is where I should be. And I wasn’t sure if that instinct was lust-drunk or…worse.