On her other side, Nick is on his back, one arm under his head. His hard, toned torso bare to the world. Washed in the golden hue of morning. In sleep, his expression is soft, open. Unguarded by the usual stress creating early lines across his brow. In sleep, he appears almost boyish.
Together, they’re perfect. It took way too long, but I finally have them both exactly where they belong.
With me.
I take a slow, steady breath, careful not to jostle Isla as I try to roll out from under her. But despite my best efforts, she stirs. Her big eyes blink, heavy lashes flutter. Long limbs stretch and she yawns. Her gaze lifts and meets mine.
She smiles, soft, sweet and warm. “Hey—"
I kiss her.
It’s her own fault.
No one asked her to be so fucking adorable.
My little temptation moans into my mouth, the helpless whimper of a prey now in my clutches.
I kiss her harder.
My tongue slips between her lips and tangles with hers as I shift my weight, guiding her onto her back. Her thighs part like the greedy girl she is and I take my place.
“Wide, baby. Let me in.”
Obedient, a good girl, Isla spreads for me. Her knees practically touch the mattress. Her slick hole smears the head of my cock with the mess we left inside her the night before. It gives, and I bottom out with a single, hungry thrust.
Isla’s eyes roll back. Her back lifts, mirroring the roll and grind of her hips meeting my every possessive plunge.
“Quiet,” I drawl against her sweet lips. “You know how grumpy Nicky gets in the morning.”
Against my mouth, she giggles and I smirk as I capture her fingers, thread mine through hers and use them as leverage to roll my hips. To grind my pelvis into that spot that makes her breathe a little thicker. The hot core of her pussy grips me. Squeezes until I’m the one moaning into her lips.
“So good,” I pant. “Spread so wide for me like such a good girl.”
“Daddy…”
I shush her, but it’s no use. She’s whining and whimpering and I recognize those noises seconds before her thighs tense around my hips.
With no other choice, I stifle her climax with my mouth. I swallow her guttural groans until the last tremor before filling her. Stuffing her full of my morning jizz.
And stay put.
Keep my cock corking all my hard work where it belongs.
“Hungry?” I whisper.
Beneath me, cheeks flushed, every breath labored, Isla chuckles. “I need a shower.”
I wrinkle my nose. “I like the smell of cum and sweat on you.”
She gives me a playful frown. “I disagree.”
Just to mess with her, I narrow my eyes. “How are we supposed to keep other guys away from you if you don’t smell like us?”
There’s a moment of pause where she considers my question before saying, “You could always just pee on me.”
I blink. “Are you into that?”
I’ve never tried watersports. Not entirely sure I’m into it. Would I try it? That would have to be a discussion.
