She nods, and I let go, watching with pleased delight as her hands move exactly where I told her. I can feel her fingers blurring across her clit, the pulses immediate around my cock and my finger. I speed up, slamming into her as I push her into the mattress, pounding her body with all of my strength.
“That’s it. Your nipples, your clit, your pussy, your ass . . . all mine.”
She cries out, and I know she’s almost at the point of no return. I’m throbbing just as much, holding on with only the strongest of wills as I give her a couple more thrusts before I’m unable to hold out any more. I growl, my voice rough as I order her. “Come for me, Elise. Do it now.”
I rain a handful of smacks on her ass cheek, feeling the gush as she comes, covering me down to my balls in her juices. Her muffled scream fills my ears, making me come too, shouting out my release as I bury myself as deep as I can go, pulse after pulse shooting from my cock.
The only thing that would make this even more perfect was if I was busting deep inside her, feeling her body taking all of me deep inside her.
In the almost reverent silence that follows, I pull out of her ass slowly, pressing my body forward to lie on top of her, still inside her sweet pussy.
I kiss her shoulder, her neck, her cheek as she recovers from the onslaught before she turns toward me, reaching up for a kiss on her swollen lips. I soothe them with a lick before nibbling her earlobe and tugging on it between my teeth. “Mmm, your thirty minutes starts now.”
She laughs, sighing happily. “I’m renegotiating terms. Five-minute grace period between transitions. I . . . I can’t even breathe right yet.”
I lay another kiss to her shoulder before pushing up to take care of the condom and get a warm, wet washcloth, which I use to gently, carefully clean her. “I think we can do that. Deal.”
We spend the whole night like that . . . talking about nothing and everything, then devouring each other again and again. Somewhere in the early morning, we fall asleep tangled in each other, her head pressed to my chest. But when we wake up, we do it all over again.
It’s not always the same, but that doesn’t matter. Whether it’s me going down on her, her sucking my soul out through my cock, or any of the positions we end up in, it’s all delectably perfect.
Eventually, after a particularly intense mid-morning session, I need a shower, but Elise elects to stay in bed, passed out from all the times I’ve taken her. I’m smiling as I shower, overjoyed at how good last night went. Elise is amazing . . . responsive, open, brilliant, funny, sweet. And most of all, her sass. She’s everything I could ever want.
If only the timing were better and she wasn’t a reporter who could crash my whole life to ashes. But as long as we keep this what it is, we should be fine. More than fine, judging by last night. I come out of the bathroom, releasing steam to the bedroom as I towel dry my hair.
I see the empty bed and grab a pair of sweats, thinking to track Elise down for a late breakfast.
As I walk down the hall, I hear it. Voices. Not just Elise. She’s talking to someone. As I step into the kitchen, I see Elise, wearing one of my black workout t-shirts, so huge it drops down to her thighs, her obviously freshly-fucked hair pulled up in a messy knot on top of her head.
And she’s smiling, talking to . . . Sarah.
Before I can say or do a single thing, the back door opens and Carsen comes barreling in like always, her voice announcing her long before her head pops around the corner. “Daddy! Guess what I did on my girls’ night with Aunt Sarah?”
She freezes when she sees Elise, and I see everyone’s eyes cut to me, Elise’s jaw dropping as Carsen covers her mouth with her hands.
Fuck.
Chapter 13
Elise
The frozen silence stretches out for a seeming eternity, the four of us caught in some sort of crystalline pattern that binds us immobile but just needs a single tap in the right direction to shatter and set us free . . . if only we could.
I can see the fear on the little girl’s face as she looks at me like I’m a monster, and Keith is looking at me with barely-contained fury. I’m not sure what’s going on here, but I do know that the girl just called Keith ‘Daddy.’
That changes everything in more ways than one. Before I can even let my mind roll through the possibilities, both professional and personal, Keith takes control of the situation.