“That was amazing,” she croaks, her voice thick.
Standing up, I kiss her hard, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She grinds against me, and the feel of her wet, soft, and slippery skin sliding against mine is driving me absolutely fucking mad. Grabbing her by the waist, I turn her around roughly and push her against the wall. She braces herself on her hands, then turns her head, staring at me over her shoulder with a sensual gleam in her eye and a sultry smile on her lips.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” she gasps. “I need it. Hard”
I step forward and drive my cock into her waiting, wet pussy. She cries out and tenses up around me, a flash of pain crosses her features. But she bites her bottom lip and pushes her ass againstme, taking my rod deeper. A long, quavering breath passes her lips, and her body relaxes around me. Just the feel of her pussy clenched around my cock is almost too much for me to bear. She’s so tight and warm inside, and is dripping wet, making it easier to move in and out of her.
“You feel so fucking good, baby girl,” I groan.
“So do you, Daddy,” she whispers.
One hand on her shoulder, the other on her hip, I start to drive myself into her. We both cry out, our voices echo around the tiled shower and ring in my ears. The sound of it is so fucking erotic that I feel it course through my entire body. Reaching back, I slap her ass. Brynn squeals and moans salaciously as the echo of flesh meeting flesh bounces off the tiles.
“Fuck yes, Daddy. Do it again… harder, Daddy”
I smack her ass again, harder this time, and she gasps but pushes back into me. A third sharp crack makes her yelp and leaves a red outline of my hand on her skin, but she looks at me over her shoulder, biting her bottom lip, her eyes filled with a heat that takes my breath away.
“You’re a dirty little girl,” I groan.
“Yes, Daddy makes me dirty. Only dirty for you, Daddy”
I pound myself into her harder and faster, the sensation of my shaft sliding along the walls of her tight, wet quim unlike anything I’ve felt before. My skin is on fire, and there is electricity flowing through my veins. I feel alive in ways I never have before. The pressure in me is building, and I know if I don’t slow down or stop, I’m going to come.
But she feels too good, and I can’t stop even if I wanted to.
“Come for me, Daddy,” she gasps. “Fill me up, again, Daddy.”
I grunt and thrust my cock as deep into her as I can, holding myself in her wet warmth. And all at once, I feel my cock pulse then explode. I cry out as I pump my seed deep into her. Brynn clenches around me, milking every last drop out of my cock as we come together.
Slowly, our shaking eases, and she turns around and lays her head on my chest. I hold her, gently stroking her hair as the water rains down on us. Neither of us speaks. It’s as if words will destroy the magic bubble we inhabit. And rather than fight it, I give in to the feeling.
Relishing it. Enjoying it. Enjoying her.
10
CHAPTER 10
BRYNN
Burke got up early this morning and said he was going into town to get some supplies to last us for a few days. He told me to sleep in and that when he got back, we’d take a hike. He said he has a special place somewhere out there in the endless sea of green where he goes to sit, turn off his brain and simply enjoy the beauty. And itisbeautiful out here. Gorgeous, really.
I stand on the back deck of Burke’s cabin and stare at the valley below. Sunlight glints dazzlingly off the snow-capped peaks to my left. Soaring pines fill the air with the thick aroma of pine and tree sap. Having never been to the mountains before, the vast array of sensory input overwhelms me.
I cup a glass of juice between both hands and watch a pair of squirrels playfully chase each other up the thick trunk of a nearby tree. Adorably chattering at one another. Somewhere in the distance, I hear the distinctive sound of a woodpecker. Gliding on the air currents above me, the dark shadow of a hawk looms against the azure sky.
“It’s just so beautiful,” I mutter to myself.
I’ve never really thought of myself as an outdoorsy or nature girl, but I can absolutely see the appeal of living out here, among the trees and mountains. There’s a peace and tranquility that I’ve never felt in the city. People aren’t packed on top of each other. There are no horns honking, people screaming, or loud music in the passing cars. There is nothing but the gentle caress of the wind and the voices of the animals that inhabit the world around me. Yeah, I could definitely get used to living in a place like this.
I walk back inside and take a shower, giving myself a little time to luxuriate in the heat of the water cascading down on me. I’m still a little sore after last night’s exertions, but the dull aches bring a smile to my face with the memories that come with them. As I run my fingers through my hair and turn my face up to the gentle spray of water, my mind races.
The sex with Burke has been amazing. It’s been mind-blowing. It’s been everything I’ve fantasized about my entire life… and more. It’s way better than the porn I’ve watched. He has literally fulfilled every fantasy I’ve ever had—and introduced me to some new ones. In some of the porn I’ve watched, some of the women call the men ‘Daddy’, and the men seem to like it, so I decided to try it on Burke. He seemed to like it a lot, which made it even hotter for me.
But I realize this isn’t just a physical thing for me. As much as I enjoy sex with Burke, there’s something more for me. The more I learn about him, the more I start to care about him. But I don’t know if he feels the same way. The occasional glint of connection in his eyes makes me think he’s feeling something deeper than just the physical. But it’s fleeting. The truth is, I’m not sure how Burke feels.
I didn’t sleep with him to trap him into a relationship. I can tell he’s been closed off to love and romance for a long time. He seems comfortable on his own. In his own skin. And I certainly don’t ever want to make him feel pressured or uncomfortable. But I am coming to care about him. A lot.
Burke is the most amazing man I’ve ever met. Thoughtful. Intelligent. Protective. Caring. Intense.…mmm, ’T.I.P.C.I.’I might call him that. And he’s drop-dead sexy to boot. He’s shown me more care and love than anybody in my life ever has. He’s done it all without expecting a single thing in return. He’s the kind of man I used to daydream about when I was a little girl, but, as I grew up, I resigned myself to believing they didn’t exist. Burke is everything I ever wanted in a man, and more.
