“I have more space; you’ll be more comfortable.” He slowly pumps his finger, adding a grind to my clit with the heel of his palm.
“This is coercion,” I scold weakly.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” He drags his finger away, “Would you like me to stop?”
“What?” I gasp, “No!”
He laughs and stops his retreat, “What’ll it be?”
“Yes, fine, yes,” I grip his wrist, “Just don’t stop.”
“So greedy,” He praises, adding a second finger.
“More,” I beg.
He slips his hand away from my pussy, but before I can object, he grips my hips and spins me, forcing my hands out to steady myself against the tile, and he doesn’t wait to notch his cock at my entrance and thrust forward.
“Like this?” He growls as he returns his hand to my clit, tightly circling the sensitive bud as he fucks me from behind.
“Yes, God.”
“I’m sorry, who?” He stops all movement. “When it’s my cock inside you and my fingers on your cunt, it’smyname you’ll scream.”
“Dean,” I whine.
“That’s better,” He praises before he thrusts so hard, my whole body moves, only saved by his arm banded around me, tugging me back onto him, “Now scream it.”
There’s a shift, and on the next thrust, he goes deeper, harder, the water slapping against us both as he fucks me against thewall. He takes, demands, working my body and my pleasure like it’s his and always has been.
And he gets what he wants. His name is a plea and a prayer, the sound of it echoes off the tiles, and with it, I earn a deep, guttural groan from him. My knees shake, threatening to give out, but he holds me up, keeping me stable.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” He rasps against my ear, “You take me so well.”
Pleasure courses through me, tightening every muscle, lighting every nerve ending on fire. I whimper, breaths coming hard and fast as he fucks me through it.
“Come on,” He coaxes, “I feel it, I know you want to give it to me. Your greedy pussy sucking me in, the way it’s fluttering, so damn close.”
My fingers curl into my palm, nails biting, but the pain does nothing to bring me down. I’m about to crash and burn, and they’ll be nothing left.
“Dean,” I cry his name, so far gone it’s the only thing I can remember.
“That’s it, pretty girl, come for me. It’s mine.”
He applies a touch more pressure, pinching my clit between his skilled fingers, and that’s all it takes. I come so hard, stars burst behind my eyes, muscles tensing before loosening, and he fucks me through it, keeping it going until I’m nothing but jelly in his arms. He finds his own release, his breaths pushing on my neck as his teeth graze, and then we end up on the floor of the shower, me in his lap, his arms around me as the water continues to come down.
“At least you can keep your promises,” I laugh breathlessly, earning me a heart-stopping grin.
I am so gone for this man.
I’m ready to stop living in the past and only look to the future. And now that I am here, the only one I see is him and his daughter.
Chapter Forty-one
Istare at the pile of flat-packed furniture in the middle of the now empty room. We moved Lily into the spare bedroom temporarily while we get this room redecorated to suit her better. We’ve officially been living together for a week. Sloane has moved into my bedroom and arranged for the rest of her belongings to be packed up and moved over next week, officially handing in the keys to her landlord at the same time.
We’ve slipped into a natural routine, making it seem like this has always been the way.
Across from me, she pours the nude-colored paint into the tray, ready to tackle the darkness in the room and lighten it up for Lily. Three of the walls will be that color, while one will be the accent. We picked a bright, floral wallpaper that had pinks and greens, and blues threaded throughout. The first piece of its kind in this house, but if Sloane wants to completely renovate, then she has free rein to do so.
