“I need you,” Dane growls. He pushes me into the soft mattress and climbs on top of my body, spreading my thighs and crawling between them. When I feel the hard tip of his cock against my wet cunt, I shiver and moan hotly.
This time, our lovemaking is tender and passionate. Dane pulls me on top of him and I ride him, grinding my hips on top of his powerfully muscular body until I come over and over.
For an older man, Dane has incredible stamina. His rock-hard cock leaves me sore and breathless. Even though he looks like he could go again, he pulls me into his arms and kisses the top of my head.
I’m dying to ask him how he truly feels about me. But the words are trapped inside my mouth. They trip over my tongue with every breath. Besides, what if he tells me the brutal truth – that he only likes making love to a larger girl as a novelty?
I couldn’t bear to hear it.
Rolling over, I close my eyes and drift into sleep.
Chapter Twelve
Dane
Allie falls asleep in a matter of moments, her delightful zaftig body rising and falling with each breath. She snores, just a little, and I find it too adorable to put into words. Everything about her draws me in: her silky brown curls, her round frame, the way she demolishes extra-large pizzas like she’s a starving woman.
God damn it, I’m in a real fucking mess.
I roll onto my back, careful not to disturb Allie, feeling sick to my stomach...and it’s not just from all the carbs I’ve eaten. I’m disgusted with myself. I’m an animal – what kind of man goes after a girl young and ripe enough to be his daughter?
Allie doesn’t need a man like me. She needs a young kid, someone her own age, who will worship her like the goddess she is. There’s no way I could ever give her everything she needs in order to grow and mature and finish developing. I’m too old. Too jaded. Too set in my ways. Finally, after what feels like hours, I drift into a restless and unhappy sleep.
In the morning, I wake up to Allie staring at me. She’s grinning happily, and her face is still a little puffy with sleep.
“Morning,” Allie whispers. I yawn groggily as Allie scoots closer and puts her round arm around my waist. She snuggles up to me and her body is so warm and inviting that my cock stiffens and twitches.
Allie gives me a playfully sexy smile. “Do you want some morning fun?” she whispers, brushing her hand over my forehead. “Or are you worn out from last night?”
The truth is, I’m always raring to go...especially when Allie is around. But right now, I feel sick to my stomach and disgusted with myself. All I can see is her fresh young loveliness.
Why the hell does she want anything to do with me?
I feel like I’ve taken the world’s most beautiful young girl and ruined her. It’s torture, like putting my heart in a blender and ripping it to a pulp.
I’ve tarnished something beautiful, and she’ll never be the same again.
“Dane?” Allie pulls away, looking concerned. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t feel well,” I grumble. I sit up in bed and stretch. Allie reclines on the pillows and brushes her frizzy curls to the side. I can tell that for once, she’s in a much more confident mood.
That should make me feel better, but instead it just makes me feel worse. Allie shouldn’t be happy about waking up in the lion’s den.
She should be frightened.
Because I’m not a good man and I can’t make her happy.
“Dane? You can tell me what’s wrong,” Allie says. She smiles sleepily and throws herself at my lap, but I stand up and she crashes into the mattress. Her smile fades as she looks up at me. “What is it? Did I do something?”
Without answering her, I go into the master bath and lock the door behind me. I turn on the shower, filling the room with steam, then climb inside and soap the last traces of Allie’s pussy juice off my body.
God, I can’t stop thinking about her even though she’s in the next room! I really am fucking sick. But one look at her curves and damn, I’m a goner. I don’t know how other men haven’t noticed Allie before.
She’s so special and precious and untarnished.
At least, she was before I got to her.
I take a long time in the shower. It’s cowardly, but I hope that Allie will be gone before I get out. That’ll save me the trouble of having to ask her to leave. Knowing that I’m going to cause her heartbreak is agony, but things will be better this way.