She gives a violent shiver that goes straight to my cock. I roll her top over her pretty tits. They’re cupped in lace and pushed up in offering. So plump and full. Milkable tits. Fuckable.
They push into my palms with the arching of her spine, and I groan in her ear.
“I want to watch them bounce as you ride my cock.” I tug the lace down just enough for the pebbled nipples to peek over the top. “I want to suck on them when they’re full of milk.”
Isla makes a weak little sound of compliance.
I snap open her jeans. Fit my hand inside. Down her panties. Between her folds.
“Dom…”
She’s a hot, sticky mess that I impale on two fingers.
“Try again.”
My baby whines and drops her head against my shoulder.
“Daddy, please.”
I nip on her earlobe with my teeth. “Open for Daddy. Let me feel how ready you are.”
Her feet spread, giving my hand room to move inside her slick heat. To pump and wedge my thumb against her clit.
“Still dripping all that cum you let us put inside you.” I palm her breast with my free hand. Roll the nipple beneath my thumb. “I want more in here. I want to tie you to the bed, ankles wide. Pussy open to get bred over and over all night.” I pound harder. Faster. I don’t give a fuck who hears the squishy wet of her cunt or her helpless whimpers. “Daddy’s going to breed you, baby. Going to let your brother mount you. Put so much cum in my baby’s tight hole you give me—”
She cums with a choked sob. Her cunt flutters and rushes around my fingers. Hot and thick. I snarl into her cheek and grind my leaking cock into the crack of her ass.
“Leave the dishes. I want you in the guesthouse. In my bed. Naked and ready. Now.” I rub her faster. Finger her deeper. “Say, yes, Daddy.”
Her wet fingers sink short nails into my arm even as she rides my palm.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpers, cumming again. “Please... please, Daddy.”
I work every last shudder before pulling free. I bring the soaked digits to my lips and suck them clean.
“Going to fuck you raw, Isla. Going to make you walk funny while we pick up the tree tomorrow.”
I take her chin and turn it up to mine. I kiss her long and slow. Taste every moan, every sigh. My thumb traces the warm slope of her cheek, brushes down the line of her jaw, lost in the satin smoothness of her skin.
Only when she’s sagging weakly against me, her every breath labored, do I break our connection. It takes her longer to part her lashes and meet my gaze. Her pupils, dark pits at the heart of her turmoil.
Christ, she’s perfect.
“In one hour, Isla.”
She says nothing, but I brush a finger over her bruised and swollen mouth before I leave to find Nick and tell him our evening plans.
The thick, black cloud hovering over him all afternoon spills out before he does from the washroom. It bubbles across the ceiling and fills the corridor, choking the air.
“What’s going on?” I ask him, blocking his path, arms folded.
He’s not meeting my eye. There’s a spot on the wall to his right that he’s scrutinizing with a seriousness that would have been amusing if he didn’t look so pissed.
“We shouldn’t have come here,” he bites out. “Every year, it’s the same... bullshit.”
He’s careful to keep his voice low. Shredded words he tears through his teeth, but his eyes are screaming. They’re alive with a boiling inferno of heat that almost has me taking back a step.
“What happened?” I press but have a feeling I already know.
