When I start moving my hips again, he begins to thrust—shallow at first, then gradually deeper. Every stroke drags against something inside me that makes my toes curl.
"Daddy's got you," he whispers against my ear, so low and rough it sends a fresh gush of wetness between my legs. "Just feel it. Let me make you feel good."
I whimper, the word hitting me like a spark to dry tinder. My legs wrap around his waist, heels pressing into his back.
He keeps the pace slow and deep, grinding against my clit with every stroke. One hand slides between us, thumb circling my clit, and the pressure builds fast.
"Chase— I?—"
"Come for me, baby. That's it. Come on my cock like a good girl."
The orgasm crashes over me, sudden and overwhelming. I cry out, clenching around him, waves of pleasure rolling through my body. He groans, burying his face in my neck as he keeps thrusting through it, drawing it out.
When the tremors finally stop, he kisses me deeply and slows to a stop, still hard inside me.
"You okay?" he asks, brushing damp hair off my forehead.
I nod, dazed and glowing. "More than okay."
He smiles, that crooked, devastating smile. "We're not done yet."
He flips us carefully so I'm on top, still connected. His hands settle on my hips.
"Ride me, baby. Take what you need."
I move tentatively at first, then faster as pleasure builds again. He guides me with his hands, whispering encouragement—"Just like that... fuck, you feel incredible... my perfect girl"—until I'm shaking and coming again.
Only then does he let go. He flips me back underneath him, thrusts deep a few more times, and comes with a low groan, pulsing inside me.
Afterward, he pulls out gently, deals with the condom, then gathers me against his chest. His fingers stroke up and down my spine.
"You were perfect," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my hair. "So brave. So beautiful."
I snuggle closer, safe in his arms, the danger outside temporarily forgotten. For tonight, there's only us.
TWELVE
CHASE
The first pale light of dawn slips through the blinds, painting thin gold stripes across the sheets. I wake slow, the way I always do out here—no alarm, no city noise, just the quiet rhythm of the woods waking up. Fiona’s curled against me, her back to my chest, one leg hooked over mine like she’s claiming me even in sleep. Her hair smells like my shampoo now, mixed with the faint salt of last night’s sweat and sex. My cock’s already half-hard just from the warmth of her skin, the soft curve of her ass pressed against me.
I shift carefully, not wanting to startle her, but fuck, I can’t help myself. Last night was her first time, and she was so brave, so responsive, taking every inch like she was made for me. The memory of her coming apart under me—twice—has me throbbing. I want to feel her again. Taste her. Hear those little gasps she makes when she’s close.
I ease down the bed, sliding the sheet off her slowly. She’s on her side, knees drawn up a little, giving me the perfect view of her pussy—still slightly swollen from last night, glistening evenin sleep. My mouth waters. I settle between her thighs, careful, gentle, and press a soft kiss to the inside of her leg.
She stirs, a sleepy hum in her throat. “Chase…?” Her voice is thick, drowsy.
“Shh, baby,” I murmur against her skin. “Just relax. Let Daddy take care of you.”
I don’t wait for an answer. I lick a slow, flat stripe up her slit, tasting her—sweet, musky, already wet. She jolts, a small whimper escaping as her legs try to close on instinct. I catch her thighs, spread them wider, and hook them over my shoulders.
“Easy,” I say, voice low. “Open for me, sweetheart. That’s it. Good girl.”
She relaxes inch by inch, hips tilting up toward my mouth like she can’t help it. I reward her with another long lick, circling her clit without touching it yet, teasing until she’s squirming. Her hands find my hair, fingers threading through it, not pulling—just holding on.
I suck her clit gently, flicking the tip of my tongue over it in quick little pulses. She gasps, back arching off the mattress.
“Oh—Chase?—”