Darcy turns on to her stomach, rests her chin on my chest, and looks up at me. “I don’t think so. Maybe just the fun kind.”
I lift to kiss her forehead and Darcy hums. Then she turns her face down, kisses where the tattoo curls around my heart, and nestles in to fall asleep.
TWENTY-NINE
JAKE
Darcy stirsagainst me and it’s taking all my self-control not to grind my cock against her ass. I’m not sure she’s awake, though by my math, she’d usually be up by now, or almost up.
Dawn’s just starting to peek around Darcy’s blinds. I want to lift my head off the pillow and see what time it is, but I don’t want to risk waking her.
And I’m so hard it hurts.
I’m sure there are biological factors at play here. She’s a warm body next to me. I just woke up and you get X number of boners every night anyway. She smells good.
But it’s the fact that it’s her. I know what her pussy feels like around my fingers. I know how she sounds when she gets off. And I know how sweet she feels in my arms.
Her butt settles against my hardness and I go stiff all over. Does she mean to start something? Is she even awake?
But then her hand meets mine and guides it under her t-shirt. Slowly, she moves it up until I take over, unable to keep from squeezing her breast while I thrust against her ass. I kiss the nape of her neck, working my way to nibble under her ear. “Morning, boss.”
Darcy flattens her shoulder to the mattress, giving me those sleepy doe eyes. “Morning.”
I squeeze her tit playfully and she arches into it. “That feel good?”
She nods, drawing up the bottom of her shirt until I help her lift it up and off.
“So fucking beautiful,” I sigh, sitting up on my elbow to kiss her everywhere: across her chest, her collarbones, her neck, and finally dipping to suck one of those gorgeous nipples into my mouth.
Darcy hums and cups the back of my head, and my cock dribbles precum. I draw out her nipple, making it stand on end before flicking my tongue over it and looking up at her. She’s a goddess, writhing under my touch. Her hand slips under her shorts and she touches herself.
“Fuck me, Jake.”
I chuckle deep and groan. “Oh, I want to. Believe me.”
“Then why not?” she coos.
“We’ve got to get the horses in and get you ready for your market. When I fuck you, I need to be able to take my time. It’s not going to be some one minute man situation. I want to be able to savor every,” I kiss up her body, “little,” another kiss, “bit of you.”
“Stop being so responsible,” she whines.
“I’m being responsible because you’ll be mad at me and yourself if you let yourself be irresponsible.”
“I’m feeling rebellious.” Darcy climbs on top of me, pinning my hips to the mattress. She stretches her arms overhead, pulling her ponytail holder out and letting her hair fall around her shoulders. She towers over me looking like the stuff of dreams, breasts perky, hair messy, eyes mischievous.
She makes it worse by lining herself up so her center grinds against my cock, her sleep shorts against my underwear. I grip her hips and groan. Darcy lowers her lips to my ear, her nipples brushing along my chest. “Be bad with me.”
My hands scrape up her back and down again, settling on her ass. “I want to, baby. Trust me. But you deserve all the time in the world. I don’t want to have to rail you just to get off.”
She puts her hands on either side of my head and pushes up so she can look into my eyes, pouting her lip. “What if I want to get railed? What if I want you to use me?”
“Fuck,” I moan. “I promise I’ll rail you the first chance we get. After I worship your body and eat your cunt and give it to you so good you cry. But that takes time.”
She rounds her eyes, looking more pathetic with every question. “Why are you depriving me, Daddy?”
I snake my hands under the legs of her shorts and crush her bare ass in my fingers. “You are so bad,” I grit out.
“Then spank me,” she teases.
