He laughs again. “Were you hoping for longer?”
“Maybe.”
He grunts and takes my hand, leading me under the hot spray. I squeal and turn away. “Hot! Hot!”
He pushes me behind him and adjusts thetemperature. “Sorry, babe. Forgot you got all that soft, silky skin. Not a tough rhino-hide like mine.”
It’s such a silly thing to say, I end up giggling. When the water cools, he spins us around and washes me clean. His strokes turn from simple cleansing, to dirty teasing fast. “I loved seeing my cum dripping off these fat nipples, baby.”
I squirm in his grasp as he rolls and pinches my nipples. “Did you just call me fat?” I pant out.
Leaning over, he nips at my neck and shoulder, pinching my stiff nubs even harder. “No, I called these juicy, sexy-as-fuck, little nipples fat. Don’t start that shit with me, babe. You’re fuckin’ perfect. Already told you. Showed you.” His hand smacks my wet ass cheek, and I groan.
When I’m cleaned to his satisfaction, he turns us again and hands me a washcloth.
“Clean me up now, lil’ girl.”
“Yes, daddy,” I whisper, and then freeze. What the hell made me say that? Embarrassed, I stare at our feet.
He places a finger under my chin, tipping my head up. “You call your father that?”
“No, never.”
He nods once. Eyes narrowed. Expression hard, making me shiver. “Wash me then, baby girl,” he orders.
My mind races as I soap up the cloth and run it over his firm muscles. Every now and then, I stop to inspect some random scar. One I’m pretty sure is a bullet wound. Two that look like he was stabbed. The Iron Bulls MC tat takes up his entire chest and is an impressive piece. He’s got full-sleeve tattoos, vibrant and colorful. I can’t getenough of his abs or the sexy V leading down to his semi-hard cock. But I can’t stop thinking about the words that popped out of my mouth either.
Christ, am I so starved for attention, I’m turning into some needy woman with daddy issues?
Duh, of course I am. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be picking up guys on the sidewalk for a marathon sex session. Letting him take me to the clinic. Spending the weekend at his house.
Calling himDaddy.
Dante
Yes,daddy.
What. The. Fuck.
Lust slams right the fuck through me. Never,everhave I wanted a bitch to call methat. Some have tried and been rudely corrected. It always seemed wrong.
It’snotwrong when it comes out of Karina’s mouth.
It’s right.
Except for one thing. “You call your father that?” I ask her.
“No, never.”
She washes every inch of me thoroughly and appreciatively. I’m rock hard and ready to fuck her again in no time. This is insane.
When we’re all clean, I shut the water off and lead her out. Little shivers work over her, so I wrap her in a towel and dry her off. She balances holdingon to my shoulders while I pat down her legs. Her stomach growls as I lean over.
“You hungry, baby girl?”
“Yeah. I haven’t eaten since lunch.”
Well, of course she hasn’t. She’s had my dick in her all damn day.
