The Perfect Gift

“If you like to dance so much, little fairy, dance around in my lap,” I grit out, rolling my hips upward, lifting her body off the ground and back down, up and down, up and down. “I want to feel your tiny pink asshole through my shorts.”

She moans, her fingertips digging into the tree trunk. “Yes, Lincoln, sir.”

Her smooth, tan back arches and she cinches her hips back, perching on my aching rod, working her lower body in light circles. My ragged groan fills the clearing, my eyes riveted by the sight of her sun-kissed buns pumping up and back, soaking the front of my shorts with precome. “That’s a good girl. Fuck me like a dirty little stripper,” I rasp. “You made it so hard, now make the pain stop. Don’t stop until you’ve made me all better.”

Her hips move faster, her breath going more and more shallow. “H-how will I know when that happens?”

“I’m going to drain my balls right between your busy little ass cheeks,” I say raggedly, reaching up with both hands and ripping off two strips of bark. “Grind harder. Daddy needs it so bad. Daddy’s needed your ass to play with his big dick for so long.”

“Lincoln!” Nova jerks against me, her breath stuttering, her backside shaking in my lap. “Oh! Oh my goodness.”

When I realize what’s happening, I’m nearly crushed by the weight of my lust. “You like when I call myself your Daddy, Nova?”

“Y-yes.” Her hips are moving so fast now, they’re blurring and I’m seconds from a mind-blowing peak. I’m extra desperate for release now that I can feel her come seeping through my shorts. Knowing exactly how it got there. What exactly makes her hot. I’m not even sure where the word came from, only that it felt right. It was right because she needed it. “I want you to come so bad, Daddy,” she whines. “I want you to come so bad.”

Baring my teeth, I drop my knees and thrust up hard between her cheeks, only a thin layer of nylon separating my dick from her asshole. I feel the sweet virgin ring of it. Feel the hot clench as she bears down and comes again. And my balls erupt, shooting a scalding geyser of come from the slit of my shaft. I lean back and bounce my little angel in my lap, the press of her supple ass wringing rope after rope of come from my cock. My strangled shouts of her name echo through the forest, joining with her excited whimpers, until I’m finally, fully drained, and we’re both upright again, panting, sweating, Nova’s hands slipping from the tree to dangle limply at her sides.

My arms ache to wrap around her, but habit keeps them immobile. Still I inhale deeply of her scent, thankful to my maker for the miracle of her butt nestled into my lap without my system rebelling. The miracle of what we just did. What I was able to do after a decade of spurning human touch.

It’s her. She’s the miracle. My fucking miracle.

I open my mouth to tell Nova I’m never letting her go. That she’s coming back to New York with me and that’s final. That I’ll do whatever it takes to make myself whole so I can love her better. I’m about to say all of that, but she turns her head and gifts me with the grace of her smile—and then, she spins around with a giggle, swipes the coconuts up off the ground and dances to the edge of the cliff.

And dives off.

5

Nova

The cool water of the lagoon swallows me up, bubbles spinning madly around me beneath the surface. Before I kick to the top, I do a little dance and squeal, hugging the coconuts to my chest. I wish I could go back in time and tell past Nova not to be scared of Lincoln. Not to spend a week worrying what kind of man he’ll be or if he’ll hurt me.

Lincoln is the…oh, he’s everything.

He reminds me of the coconuts in my hands. Hard on the outside, but sweet on the inside—even if he doesn’t know it yet. But I see how he looks at me. He might be a stoic man, but I’ve been given the gift of seeing beneath his surface.

Plus, I don’t think he realizes he was speaking out loud when he called me his miracle, back at the top of the cliff.

You like when I call myself your Daddy, Nova?

Even in the midst of the cool water, heat slithers up the insides of my thighs. I’m surprised by the desire that was lurking inside of me, but I’m not scared of it. I’m not scared of anything when it comes to Lincoln…except one thing.

I’m supposed to be duping him into getting me pregnant.