Rugged Daddy

I propped myself up and watched his beautiful body come into view. Those rock-hard abs and his rippling chest. His chiseled arms and pulsing thighs. His cock dripped with want, swollen with an intent I couldn’t wait to explore. He knelt on the bed, and I gladly parted for him, welcoming him against my body as I slid my shirt over my head.

He rid me of everything else between us until nothing but our bodies sat against one another.

In a flash, he turned me over. My hips rose into the air as his cock pulsed against my ass cheeks. He massaged me. Felt me. Coated me in his dripping pre-cum before sliding into my pussy. My body stretched for him and molded to him as he filled my tight embrace. I gasped into the bed, fisting the sheets as electricity blinded my vision.

He felt glorious and so right, like home.

He set a relentless pace, his balls smacking against my clit. The bed rocked with his every thrust as my fingernails dug into his mattress. I pressed my face into his sheets to let his comforter swallow my moans. With each tap of his balls, my legs grew weaker until Andrew’s grasp was the only thing keeping me upright. I bucked back into him using my arms for leverage and meeting him thrust for thrust. His cock pulsed against my walls, and I felt that telltale build in the pit of my gut.

“I feel you. I feel it. Do it, Heather. Come on my cock.”

“Andrew! Yes. Oh god, yes.”

My pussy clamped down around him, and he stilled his movements. I drew him closer. Pulled him into my grasp as I collapsed to the bed. I panted for air as he slid from between my legs and rolled me back over. I was his to enjoy. His to play with for the night. His lips fell to my neck, and he kissed me softly. Deftly. With purpose and intent. The warmth trickled through my limbs as his lips wrapped around my nipples, coaxing them to engorged peaks that made me want him closer, deeper, harder.

I wrapped my legs around him and guided his cock to my entrance. I reached down and slid him in, feeling him groan into my skin. His eyes came up to meet mine as I shivered against his body. I slid my hands up his arms. His shoulders. His neck. Until I was cupping his cheeks and bringing his lips to mine.

I tasted myself on the tip of his tongue as he slid out.

He slammed back in, and his throat swallowed my moans. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling his chest into mine. He blanketed me as his hips rolled, pushing deeper as my pussy relaxed around him. My heels dug into the mattress. We found our rhythm in the darkness of his room in the woods, and everything else faded away. His hands found mine and threaded our fingers together. He pinned them above my head and opened me up completely to him.

My mind swirled. I gazed into his eyes and never once let him go.

“Heather. You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I do,” I whispered. I lifted my lips up to kiss his as his body settled against mine. “I really, really do.”

We lost ourselves in one another as the tension built. My muscles squeezed and released, and his cock grew thicker between my thighs. The bed jolted. Rocked. Scraped against the wooden floors of his room as his rolls became thrusts. I leaned up and nibbled on his neck. Bit into his shoulder. Tasted his sweat against my lips as he worked for my pleasure. His grunts and his groans filled my mind with a spiraling passion unlike any other. I reveled in the sounds I pulled from him. His hips stuttered as he sank into me, and I felt myself losing control again.

I felt my body giving itself over to this man again.

“Andrew. Fuck. I’m so close.”

“Come with me, Heather. I need to feel you.”

“Keep going. Right there. Almost. Yes. Yes. I feel it. Andrew. I feel it!”

My back arched, my jaw widened, and his face fell to my tits. He buried himself into my curves as he released my hands. My nails curled into his skin. His hands gripped my hips, angling them upward, and he pushed in deeper. His cum filled me as my pussy milked his dick. I choked on a gasp, heaved for air as my eyes rolled hard to the back of my head. He grunted into my skin.

We both collapsed to the bed, a pile of throbbing skin and sweat as the darkness of his room blanketed us.

As much as I wanted to stay, I knew I couldn't. I didn’t want to confuse Rebecca until Andrew had a chance to talk to her, and it had been obvious at the bakery that morning that she didn’t know yet.

So I took in the moment as much as I could and committed as much of it to memory as I could because I wasn’t sure when it would happen again.

CHAPTER 15

CAMERON

“Luke, no!”

I shot up in bed as beads of sweat poured down my brow. I looked around the pitch-black room as I turned my body toward the bathroom. My feet planted onto the floor, and I pulled myself up, desperate to splash some water in my face.

Fuck. The nightmares were getting worse.

I leaned against the sink as the water ran. I filled it up and stuck my face into it, blowing out air and allowing it to bubble around my ears. Sometimes, submerging myself in cold water and changing the temperature of my body was the only thing that brought me back from all those images. Guilt filled my gut and trickled to my toes and then anger folded my fingers into fists.

I came up for air and looked at the man staring back at me in the mirror as water dripped down my neck.