“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, my voice barely audible when I kept my gaze on his neck. I took a deep breath when he leaned closer. Warm water trickled over us. His skin felt hot, but his lips were hotter as they pressed against mine.
I jumped and pulled back, covering my lips, and stared at his wide eyes. “But you…”
“What?” He frowned. “You don’t want to kiss?”
“I do, but, “ I frowned. “You’ll taste yourself.”
He seemed confused. “What about it, Princess? I don’t care if I taste my cum. You gave me one of the best blowjobs of my life and made me cum. Of course I want to kiss you.”
I swallowed, ignoring the harsh words that played in my head spoken by my ex and focused on the wonderful man standing across from me.
Instead of answering him, I leaned on the tips of my toes and kissed him. He quickly claimed my lips in a gentle kiss, his cum smearing both of our skin. But neither of us cared, our lips moving together in a sweet rhythm, our hot breath caressing each other’s cheeks.
It was a lover’s kiss.
The warm shower felt calming and Sean stayed true to his words of washing me. He shampooed my hair, conditioned it, and washed my body with a fresh shower oil that smelled like rainforest. I had never used shower oil, but it felt like something a rich person would use and smelled like. I squirmed in his arms when he passed the loofah over my breasts and gave me a stern look to stay still.
“You’re teasing me,” I gasped when his mouth covered my nipple, kissing and biting it.
“No,” he replied, licking the now-red nipple before giving the same attention to my other breast. “I’m just showering my pretty Princess.”
“Tease,” I whispered when he pulled back and squeezed my ass with a wide grin playing on his lips.
We washed up, and he told me he would help me lotion my body. I relished in his warm hands kneading my sore muscles while applying the lotion. I blushed when he told me lay on my stomach on his bed so he could apply calming lotion on my ass. I yelped when he kissed my ass cheek.
“You’re a weirdo,” I mumbled underneath my breath and shrieked when he slapped my ass.
“What was that, Princess?” He asked playfully before turning me around and raising his brow.
“Meanie,” I pouted, making him chuckle. Sean paid attention to my knees, which felt sore with skin tender. He gently applied the calming lotion on my legs before kissing them and dressing me in his baggy tee.
I watched his low-rise gray sweatpants when he dried my hair. I licked my lips and fumbled with my fingers. I didn’t know what I was expecting from him tonight, but he had definitely exceeded them. I didn’t know what to make of it.
“Come on,” he said, keeping the dryer down and dragging me to bed. “Time to go to bed. You were nodding off.”
I yawned and got under the sheets. I wanted to fight him, maybe demand more kisses from him until they got heated, but I felt sleepy and my stomach felt tense, so I stayed put.
His warm chest pressed against my back and I passed out within a few minutes.
Unfortunately, I woke up in the middle of the night because of my stomach cramping and feeling something wet and sticky underneath me.
18
LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU
CHELSEA
Ihad gotten my period.
My stomach cramped, and I shuffled to feel the back cramp. Pain prickled from my lower back to my abdomen, making me whimper. God, I hated it.
I had the worst luck of getting my period when a hot sugar daddy was cuddling me.
“Chelsea?” I stiffened when Sean moved, his voice groggy from sleep. “What happened? Are you okay?”
I bit my lip and sat up. I must have ruined his expensive sheets and tee and worse—his sweatpants. “I…” I couldn’t finish the sentence and felt him move in the dark before turning on the nightstand lamps.
“Please don’t look,” I said, my eyes widening when I noticed how much I had ruined everything.
