“Let me see,” I tell her. “Spread that gorgeous cunt open for me.” I move closer, so I’m not quite in the shower but close enough that I can see her clit pulsing with every swipe of her finger. “I’m coming in,” I declare, and she takes a step so her back is against the tile. I drop to my knees instantly, wanting an up close and personal look at her orgasm, and my mouth waters for a taste. She’s rubbed most of the soap in, but there are still a few suds clinging to her slick skin as she works her precious cunt that I’ve been obsessed with for so fucking long. I move faster,and when I look up, I catch her staring at me through hooded slits, that lip still fucking trapped between her teeth.
“I know it wasn’t the original plan, but you need my dick, gorgeous?” Her eyes flutter shut before she nods her head slowly.
“Please,” she begs, and I can hear the desperation in her voice.
“Please…what?” I probe, and her eyes fly open because she knows what I want to hear. We didn’t do it often. But there was something about her calling me that fucking D word that made me untamed and fucking savage. So she knows she’s in for a hard fucking if I want to hear that word fall from her lips. I stand, towering over her, my dick pressing against her as I continue to rub it while using the silky skin of her stomach to help get me there.“Be a good girl and tell me what I want to hear.”
“Please… Daddy.”
“Fuck,”I mouth as my eyes slam shut. My orgasm moves through me and shoots out all over my hand and her stomach and the floor. I box her against the shower wall and tilt her chin up to meet mine. “I love you so fucking much, you know that?”
“Not usually the response to calling youDaddy.” She giggles, but I don’t join her. My mind is moving years into the future, where we’re doing this while there’s a ring on her finger and I’ve replaced the wordstepsisterwith the wordwife.
Remembering what she said, I put those thoughts on hold to stay in the moment. “You did such a good job making Daddy come, Princess. But you know I don’t like coming before you.”
I move her hand away, replacing it with my own and capturing her lips with mine. I rub her gently as I make love to her mouth, trying to pour everything I’m feeling into her through my lips and fingers. “Come for Daddy, sweetheart.”
“Can I have your mouth?” she asks timidly while she drags her fingers over her initials tattooed across my heart.
“Such a good girl for asking so nicely,” I murmur against her ear. “But you know you can have whatever you want. I can never say no to you.” I get on my knees in front of her and press my lips to her mound, remembering that this is the second time I’ve been in this position today. I eat her almost savagely, my tongue diving inside her and exploring every inch of her that I can reach.
“Daddy!” she cries out as both hands fly to my hair, alerting me that she’sveryclose, and I know the exact way to get what I want. I move a hand up and slide it across her ass cheek inward to her asshole. “Do it,” she whines. “Touch me there.” I’ve barely pushed my finger an inch inside her before she’s coming around me. “Oh my God, fuck me.” I continue to lick her through her orgasm and even through the aftershocks. “Too sensitive,” she whimpers while trying to push my face away from her sex, but I keep my tongue against her, alternating between light, gentle licks and hard, long ones. “Sebastian,” she squeals, and then a giggle leaves her lips, which only happens when she’s feeling overly sensitive. I don’t stop, but I replace my tongue with my lips to give her clit and pussy lips gentle kisses like I would her face.
I continue this for a while before I’m off my knees and staring down at her.
“Sebastian,” she whispers. Water droplets are gathering on her eyelashes, and her mascara has started to run. But, I can tell that her eyes are starting to get teary. “I love you too, by the way,” she says in reference to me saying it earlier in the midst of our Daddy play.
I nod, words briefly failing me because I’m overcome with lust and love and the thought that I was really going to spend the rest of my life with the woman in front of me. “Nothing could ever make me give you up. It’s been you and me for twenty yearsnow. I need another twenty and then another and another until we take our last breaths, Halle.”
The sense that I’m alone in bed is what pulls me out of the last few moments of sleep. I can’t always feel him, but sometimes, even subconsciously, my body is highly aware that Sebastian’s not close by. I immediately reach for him, but my hands find nothing. I open one eye slowly and then the other before sitting up in bed, and I realize I’m alone in the room. The hotel room wasn’t big by any means, an average-sized guest room with just enough space to fit a bed, two nightstands, a couch, and a desk, so it’s easy to see that I’m alone.
The television mounted on the wall in front of the bed is still on from the night before, now playing reruns ofThe Big Bang Theory.I reach for my phone on the nightstand and note a few school emails, a couple of Instagram notifications, and a couple of messages in my group thread with Dex, Bryce, Addison, and Jase, making me wonder if maybe Jase hadn’t told anyone what happened between us at the bar the other night.
The bathroom door is closed, and when I sit up farther, I see light shining out from under it, so I figure Wild is in there. I go back to my phone when I hear the distinct sound of a low voice. Like when someone is talking in hushed tones so as not to alert anyone to what they’re saying. I get off the bed and grab a shirt and sweatpants from my suitcase on the way to the door before tapping on it gently. I have a brief thought that I should havelistened at the door first becauseis he hiding something from me?
No. He’s never hidden anything from me ever.
The door swings open, and I can immediately tell he’s agitated. “One sec,” he barks into the phone, and then his hand is on my face. “Did I wake you?” he asks, concerned.
“No… well, maybe when you got out of bed.” I look at the phone in his hand. “Is everything okay?”
His shoulders sag while he expels a breath before he puts his phone back to his ear. “Let me call you back.” I can’t hear what the other person says, but I hear Wild’s agitated reply. “I said I’d call you back.” He doesn’t wait for their answer before hanging up, and then he guides me to the bed.
“Evidently, Dylan is pressing charges,” he says. My mouth falls open, and my heart starts to accelerate.
“Shut up. Are you serious?”
“Yep.” His jaw is tight, and I reach up to rub it gently because I can tell he’s gritting his teeth. It softens with my touch, but I can still feel his distress radiating from him.
“How do you know?”
“Mom called. I certainly loved that conversation at seven o’clock in the morning.” He rolls his eyes. “She says she’s trying to get Mike to talk him out of it, but…”
“But what? Did you tell them what happened? What he said?”
“Yes, but it’s not the story he told, and evidently, I’m an unreliable narrator when it comes to you.” I tense slightly becauseI mean, I suppose there is some truth to that.
“What did he say?”
