“Touch me,” I beg her, angling my hips and keeping them arrowed in the direction that makes her whimper. “Touch me everywhere while I tickle you on the inside.”
Her hands twist in my hair, fall to my shoulders and glide down my pecs, back up my arms. Everywhere she touches becomes her property and I get harder, harder, my balls wrenching tighter at the rasp of her fingertips and palm. My nerve endings are baying like dogs when their master has come home.
“You own me. Feel that. You own me, Tatum.” I kiss her hard, sweeping my tongue in and making love to her pretty little mouth, kissing her while life grows between us. While she feels every ounce of the life she gives my dick. I’m driving her up the bed with every nasty thrust, the mattress creaking below, flesh smacking off of flesh. “Tell me I’m hitting your spot. Tell me my cock is rubbing it right.”
“You are,” she sobs, slapping and pushing at my shoulders, drawing them closer, writhing beneath me. Confused by how much pleasure she’s getting after so long without it. “Hoss. Hoss. Oh my God.”
“That ain’t my name when you’re getting drilled by this cock, little girl. And you know it. You call me Daddy when it’s fuck time.”
“Daddy,” she whispers, eyes glazed—and her pussy screws up into a spasm, throbbing, the tightening and loosening of those little muscles making me bellow into the pillow beside her head. Jesus Christ, this tight fucking goddess. This perfect, beautiful creature. Thank God I’ve found her again. “Feels so good. So good.”
With her pleasure achieved, there’s no other word for what I do to her after that but one. Rutting. “In the future, baby, you’re going to get more than one orgasm, but I’ve been without this pussy for months. I need you to hang on tight while I filthy fuck you and get my nut. Can you do that for me?”
Still dazed, she nods, gripping my shoulders.
Not expecting me to pull out, flip her over face down and yank her ass up to my lap. Dick in hand, I spit on her asshole and watch the moisture snake down over her pussy, giving me the additional wetness I need to enter her from behind and pound her little pink pie. Hard. I grip the headboard with my left hand, taking her throat in my right, and I lose touch with reality. I can hear the smack of hips meeting ass, can hear her crying out with pleasure—oh, Daddy—but the beating of my heart is the loudest. Finally mine. Finally mine again.
“Tatum,” I choke, my mouth moving through her hair. “Need to give you my come.”
“I want it,” she whines, clenching around me.
I can hear the pout in her tone. She’s baby talking on her hands and knees, as if I needed any more proof that this is the last women I’ll ever need. The only one I’ll ever love. The one I’m obsessed with down to the marrow of my bones. My Tatum.
“You want Daddy’s sperm?” I grunt in her ear.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure? It’s hot and nasty.” I lick up the center of her back. “So much of it.”
She looks back at me over her shoulder, pushing out her bottom lip. “Please?”
Come rockets from my balls so fast, I don’t have time to prepare. I fuck her in a blur, trying to get rid of the insane pressure that isn’t ebbing nearly fast enough. My vision blurs and I ride that tight gash until it’s filled, until my spend is splashing everywhere, squelching onto her thighs and my stomach because I can’t stop grinding and thrusting like an animal. Somewhere in the middle of it all, she crests again, too, constricting around me and pushing my lust to another level, sending me into another lengthy round of spasms, until finally I drop face down on the bed beside Tatum, gathering her tight to my body before she can leave. Or disappear. She’s pliant and boneless, rolling up right against me.
But instead of falling asleep, she fights the unconsciousness.
She battles the drowsiness, keeping a wary hand wedged between us.
My girl doesn’t trust me. I make her nervous. She won’t let down her guard.
That’s how I know I have to be a better man for her.
For my child.
I’m a feral animal right now. I want to take Tatum and go on the run, but she wouldn’t be happy. She doesn’t want to leave this place. So I have to work with that. I will. I’ll do anything it takes to remain at her side. I’ll do anything it takes to make her love me, trust me. It’s going to take a lot of work, but I welcome the chance to prove myself to her. That I can give her the normal she seeks. That we can be a family.
I’m sick over having to leave, yet I know there is no choice. The bodies have to be taken care of if we plan to remain here—and that’s only the beginning of the work I’m going to put in to earn this girl’s affection. I lean forward and kiss her temple, her lips.
“Sleep now, Tatum,” I say gruffly, my chest packed tight, close to bursting. “I’m going to make everything better. You’ll see.”
Finally, she gives up the fight and falls asleep.
With one final look at her, I leave the apartment with my chest in shreds.
Chapter Seven
Tatum
Two months later