My whole body starts to tingle as I feel him part my entrance. If this is something I can expect day after day, then put me on the lease, Gareth, because I’m moving in.
I gasp as he slides inside me, stretching my tender flesh that’s still aching from last night. It’s only then that I realize how wet I am. All it took was seeing him naked walking toward me and I was ready.
He bends me over the counter and takes me. Not slowly, not tenderly. Buthard, like he hasn’t seen me in years.
“I bet you’re sore from last night,” he growls, each of his strong strokes threatening to split me in two. “Just you wait.”
I whimper his name as my feet begin to slip on the hardwood floor. But he grabs me hard by the hips and holds me right where he wants me, at just the right angle.
“Christ, you’re so goddamn tight.” He snatches my hair and tugs, arching my back and using his grip for leverage as he fucks me faster. Then he reaches around between my legs and presses on that sensitive bundle of nerves, sending a shock straight through my body. “I can’t hold out, baby. Not now. Come for Daddy. Come with me.”
Just like that, we go off together. My body quivers as his release spills into me, filling me with its delightful stickiness. I nearly fall over as my legs threaten to give out, but Gareth holds me like I weigh nothing.
His mouth finds mine, and I accept his kiss. Our tongues dance across each other, feeling his feral, animalistic intensity as he grips me. Takes me.
This is what it’s like. To feel like I belong to someone. It’s like being stripped of my inhibitions and built back up into something new. I feel so familiar with him already. And knowing he’ll take me any time, and that my body belongs to him, has me radiating with delight.
Finally, we both come up for air, and as he slips out of me, I feel his release sliding down my thighs.
“I could get used to that,” he grunts, slapping me approvingly on the butt.
That’s an understatement. I can already feel myself changing. Molding into this life of Gareth’s. Into his dominance, his control, the walls around me I can feel him building.
I feel so safe with him. So special.
But somewhere beneath all that warmth, a tiny voice whispers. It sounds like Sarah, and it whispers,When was the last time you went to your nursing class? When did you last open your books? Do you even know when you work next?
Doubt. It’s not what I want to be feeling right now. But the concerns are valid. I should probably go home today and get my shit together.
I turn to Gareth, ready to say something. But that’s when I smell it. Smoke.
“Oh no!” I turn, and sure enough, the bacon is burning. “I’m ruining your breakfast!”
Gareth chuckles, takes a pot-holder from the drawer, and moves the pan to the back burner, away from me.
“Don’t worry. Pancakes and eggs will be fine.”
“No, I want it to beperfect,” I moan. “And without bacon—”
“Hey,” he says firmly, spinning me around to face him. I stare up into his commanding eyes. This morning, they’re sparkling with something new. Something tender. Something shiny. “Forget about the bacon, okay? Let’s make these eggs and eat. I’m hungry.”
His hand massages my back, and I feel my heartrate slowing. “Where’d you learn to sweet-talk like that? The police academy?”
He lifts my shirt, cups both of my breasts, and grins. “You keep talking like that, and I’m gonna take you in the back. And I won’t be gentle.”
Wow. His words come out like they were written for me. I never knew I had this submissive side to me. Never thought I wouldevercall a man Daddy. But Gareth brought it out of me. And I can’t imagine how many more things he has to teach me.
I finish making breakfast for him, and we sit down to eat, playing footsie like a couple of kids across the table. He still hasn’t put on any clothes, and as I chew my pancake, I can’t stop myself from admiring his physique.
What a wonder. It’s like he stepped out of a fitness magazine or was 3D printed to be the ultimate male.
“So what are you gonna do about Mister Bad Guy?”
Gareth almost chokes on his egg. “Mister Bad Guy?”
“Yeah.” I shrug. “That prick who came by last night. What was his name again?”
“Felch,” he grumbles. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”
