“Colt?” Her voice is thick with sleep, sweet.
“Shower, baby,” I murmur against her temple. “Gonna clean you up. Then I’m gonna love on you again. Slow this time. Let you feel every inch.”
She hums, arms looping around my neck. “Mmm. Yes, please.”
The bathroom is small, but the shower’s big enough for two, with a rain head I installed myself last summer. I set her on the counter while I crank the water hot, steam already curling into the air. She watches me, eyes heavy-lidded, lips swollen from last night. Bruises fading on her ribs, but the ones I left on her hips last night are fresh—faint purple fingerprints I’ll kiss better later.
I step between her thighs, cupping her face, and kiss her slowly. Deep. No rush. Just tasting her, letting her wake up to me.
“You feel that?” I whisper against her mouth. “That’s me owning you, darlin’. Every breath. Every heartbeat. You’re mine now. No going back.”
She shivers, thighs parting wider. “I don’t want to go back.”
“Good girl.”
I lift her again, carry her under the spray. Hot water cascades over us, soaking her hair, running in rivulets down her breasts, her stomach, between her legs. She gasps at the heat, then melts against me, slick skin sliding against slick skin.
I back her to the tile wall, one hand braced above her head, the other cupping her ass to hold her up. My cock notches against her entrance—still swollen, still wet from last night and fresh arousal.
“Look at me,” I say, voice low. “Watch Daddy slide back inside that perfect little pussy. Watch how you take me.”
Her eyes flutter open, hazy with want. I push in slow—agonizingly slow—inch by thick inch. She’s tight, hot, fluttering around me like she’s trying to pull me deeper. We both groan when I bottom out, hips flush to hers.
“Fuck, baby,” I breathe. “So goddamn tight. Still feel me from last night? Feel how I stretched you open? How I filled you up?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, nails digging into my shoulders. “Colt… so full.”
I start to move—long, deliberate strokes. Pulling almost all the way out, then sinking back in deep. The water makes everything slicker, hotter. Every glide is torture and heaven.
“You’re so wet for me,” I growl against her ear. “Dripping down my cock even with the shower running. Such a greedy little thing, aren’t you? Can’t get enough of Daddy’s dick.”
She moans, head falling back against the tile. “More. Please. Harder.”
“Not yet.” I nip her throat, then soothe it with my tongue. “Gonna take my time with you. Gonna make you come slow. Gonna feel every flutter when you fall apart around me.”
I angle my hips, grinding against her clit with every thrust. She cries out, legs tightening around my waist. One hand slides between us—I thumb her clit in slow circles while I fuck her deep and steady.
“That’s it,” I praise. “Ride it, darlin’. Ride Daddy’s cock. Let me feel how much you love being stuffed full of me.”
Her breath hitches, body trembling. “Colt—I’m close?—”
“Come for me, baby. Come all over this thick cock. Milk me dry. Show me how good I make you feel.”
She shatters—quiet this time, but intense. Her walls clamp down, pulsing, pulling me deeper. I groan, fighting not to follow her yet. I want this to last.
I keep moving through her aftershocks, slower now, kissing her open-mouthed, swallowing her soft whimpers.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” I tell her. “Face all flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy. Never seen anything prettier. Never felt anything better.”
She smiles, dazed, fingers threading through my wet hair. “Your turn. Come inside me again. Please. I want to feel it.”
Christ.
I pick up the pace—just enough. Deep, rolling thrusts that make her gasp every time I bottom out. Water pounds our skin. Steam clouds the glass.
“Gonna fill you up, darlin',” I rasp. “Gonna pump you so full you’ll be dripping me for days. Mark you from the inside out. You want that? Want Daddy’s cum deep in that sweet virgin pussy I claimed?”
“Yes—God, yes?—”
