Micha and Dean were right.
It wasn’t over until it was over.
He’d never been a quitter.
“You’re a fucking useless piece of shit. You’re never going to make anything of your sorry ass. I should have killed you when I had the chance.”
One of his father’s drunken ravings came to him in a flash. He’d never given in to his words. Not once had he fallen. He’d worked hard to get where he was. He wasn’t a failure, and he wouldn’t back out now.
Daphne hadn’t seen all of him, but he wasn’t going to hold back. Not anymore. She would finally see the real man he’d kept hidden for so long.
A smile on his lips, he turned back toward the house with fresh determination.
Chapter Seven
Micah came out of his bathroom to the sound of knocks on his bedroom door. There was only one person he knew who’d take the time to knock. Smiling, he made his way toward her, and sure enough, Daphne was on the other side.
He and Dean had been eating on Eric’s return. Daphne hadn’t joined them, and none of them had gone to her.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey, beautiful.”
“Can I come in?”
“Of course.” He held the door open just enough for her to get past, but she’d have to touch him.
She wore a floral crop top and a pair of pajama pants that showcased her full legs. He stroked a finger across her flesh and she gasped before jerking back.
“I need to talk to you.”
“Is this about you having sex with Dean?”
She put a hand to her chest. “He told you about that?”
He shrugged. “Of course, he did. We tell each other everything.”
She covered her face and groaned. “No, this isn’t good.”
He chuckled. “Why?”
“You all think I’m a slut.”
“I don’t think anything of the sort.” He gripped her shoulders, pulling her close. “In fact, I rather like it.”
Daphne opened her fingers. “What?”
“I think it’s kind of hot. Did Dean treat you right?”
Her cheeks were bright red. She pulled away from him and sighed. “I don’t know if I should talk about it.”
“You’re walking just fine, so I guess he didn’t fuck you properly.”
“Stop it, Micah.”
He sat beside her as she took a seat on the bed. “You really don’t mind?”
To answer, he grasped her hand and put it directly over his large dick. “Does that feel like I mind?”
“You’re always thinking about sex.”
“It’s in my nature.”
She gave him a squeeze, not releasing him.
“We’ve been honest with you, Daphne. We all want you. There’s no lie about that, and I think during this time, we could enjoy each other. All of us.”
“Don’t you think it’s … weird?” she asked, whispering the last word.
He cupped her cheek. “I think the only weird thing in this world is that we all punish ourselves, denying what we want. Why not go after what you can have and take it? Taste it even. It would be so good.” He ran his thumb across her bottom lip. “I want to taste you so badly. I want to fuck you.”
She flicked her tongue out, licking his thumb, and he groaned.
“Do you have any idea what I want to do to you?” he asked.
Daphne stood from the bed and moved in front of him. She reached up, tugging out the clip that bound her hair. With her hands on his shoulders, she nudged him back on the bed, following, straddling his waist.
He held her ass cheeks as she kissed him. Her tongue licked across his lips, and he opened up, touching his tongue to hers. She moaned his name.
Running his hands up her back, he dragged the tips of his fingers down her back, trying to bring her as close to him as he was physically able to.
“Fuck me, Daphne.”
She crawled off his lap and he watched as she quickly removed her clothes. She wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath.
He flicked the towel he’d been wearing out of the way and held his stiff cock. “Come and ride me, baby.”
Her actions were jerky, giving way to her nerves, but he didn’t give a fuck. She held herself up so her entrance was at the bulbous head of his cock. Staring into her eyes, he waited.
“Are you sore?”
Daphne didn’t answer. Instead, she held his shoulders as she lowered her wet pussy over his dick. They both cried out together and he gritted his teeth at the pleasure filling every single part of him.
With his hands back on her ass, he tugged her down, making her take more of his cock.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Daphne started to rock on him, her eyes closing as she worked his body. He was already so close to an orgasm. This was her second time, and he wanted it to be memorable. Licking her nipples, he showed her a pace that would drive them both wild.
He waited for her to speed up, and when she did, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold back. Pounding inside her wet pussy, he came, filling her cunt with his release. He didn’t want to move. To fill her to the fucking brim so she wouldn’t doubt who she belonged to.