His Father

“Tempest,” I whisper, placing my hand on her stomach.

She curls into me immediately and sighs. Her hand rests on my chest and her thigh shifts over mine. I adjust my arm under her neck and relax. This is not something I do but I’ll allow it because it feels really fucking nice. She feels really fucking nice.

She smells of berries too, which is also really fucking nice.

I drift to sleep and I don’t even feel it.

Warmth surrounds my cock.

So much warmth and wetness.

My eyes blink open, it’s still dark but I feel her hands digging into my chest, I feel her bucking against me, slowly at first but faster when she sees me open my eyes.

“What a way to wake up,” I groan as my balls begin to burn and tingle and my cock gets harder and thicker inside of her.

She moans, leaning forward and pressing her forehead to mine as her hips circle and move.

“Do that thing you do,” she breathes, squeezing her eyes shut.

“That thing?” I question, gritting my teeth because I’m so sensitive I might only last another minute if I don’t focus.

“With your thumb,” she snaps, sounding angry at me for not immediately knowing what the fuck she’s talking about.

“As you wish.” I grin in the dark, sliding my hands up her thighs as she continues to bounce on me, sitting upright again. My thumb finds her clit and rolls over it, softly at first but then quicker as she gets wetter.

She mewls and gasps and I know I’m doing it just right. It doesn’t help me much though because she’s squeezing my dick like never before.

“Your pussy feels like a fucking clamp,” I laugh, grabbing her hip with my free hand and forcing her to slow down a bit.

She growls at me and glares too as her hand grabs mine and brings it to her breast. Oh, I like this version of Tempest. She’s bossy, and needy. An excellent combination in the bedroom.

“That’s it,” I tell her, smiling smugly as she grinds on my cock and I play with her sensitive clit. “Get angry, fuck me.”

“Yes,” she murmurs through her moans and her eyes close. She’s losing it. Thank fuck. I’ve been struggling to hold on for a while now. I want to roll her over and power into her until I find my release but seeing her so wild, free, and unashamed has to be the sexiest thing I’ve witnessed in my entire life. “Sargent…”

“That’s it… say my name, baby. Remember whose cock it is you’re fucking.”

She stops and gives me a look. “You serious right now?”

I laugh and roll her onto her back before kissing her lips, still shaking with laughter.

She joins in the amusement until I slowly roll my hips back and sharply thrust forward.

I groan when she comes, the walls of her sex flutter, quiver, and pulse around me, making me join her. Why have I never felt like this before her? Why has sex never been this good? With or without a condom it’s incredible with her.

She’s stunning, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I wish I was joking.

I collapse on top of her and fall asleep before my head hits the pillow.

When I wake up again, she’s still fast asleep beside me and unfortunately, somebody is standing at the end of our bed. At first, I panic, ready to reach for my gun, but then I see who it is, and mutter a curse under my breath.

“Maddox…”

He looks at me with so much hatred in his eyes. I never wanted him to look at me like that.

“Aren’t you going to tell me it’s not what it looks like?” he grits, his hands fisted by his sides.

Tempest stirs, I feel her shift on my chest.

I roll out from under her, startling her.

“I was going to talk to you,” I say honestly because I was. I’d decided to tell him, with or without her permission because I plan on taking her out on my arm. I plan on making it known that she’s mine because I’m not ready to let her go yet. Even as fucked up as this is, I just need a bit more time with her. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way.”

“Maddox.” She sits upright, her eyes wide as she grips the blanket to her chest and I yank up my boxers that she tugged down last night.

“Him?” Maddox asks her, his face crumpled with disgust. “My dad, Tempest? Really? You’re fucking him?”

She stares at him, wide-eyed and frightened.

“Son…”

“Don’t fucking call me son. I told you to stay away from her!”

I pass her the T-shirt she was wearing when I crawled into bed with her and she immediately yanks it on.

“Let’s talk about this downstairs, over coffee…” I try, reaching for my son but he shoves me away with the strength of a man and I go back a step.