I want her to have my babies. So fucking badly. My fingers hook into the waistband of her pants, ready to shove them down and baste her young little cunt with my seed.Fuck.
Breathing hard, I release my grip on the elastic and ease backwards to rest on my heels. “I wanna do awfully inconvenient, long-lasting things with you, Lana.”
“I want them too,” she whispers back,tremblingas she’s gazing up at me.
I lose my fucking mind around this girl, but reality has a cunning way of getting my brain functional again when it hits me like a fucking sledgehammer.
“Let me get you cleaned up,” I say in a rush as I scramble off her bed. I need to get a cloth from her bathroom so I can wash my filth from my best friend’s daughter.
16
LANA
Bates is in my trailer.
We just did something really fucking naughty and so hot that I nearly came a second time just fromwatchinghim.
And I’m not even dreaming — I pinched myself to check.
My fingers swirl in his silky cum, and I paint my nipples with it while thinking about how much I want it between my legs. I even think about gathering some on my fingers and rubbing it into my pussy, but I’m pretty sure I’m not meant to use it like that without asking.
Bates has just been betrayed by a woman in baby-related circumstances, so I doubt he’d respond well to me doing something that must surely be on the same spectrum.
He comes out of the bathroom with a steaming cloth, and when he sees my cum finger-painting efforts, he swears under his breath.
“You are so ridiculously delicious, Lana Baker-Hawkins. Do you have any idea what you’re fucking doing to me?” he asks as he steals one of my hands and wipes it clean. He wipes my chin, where I must have missed some of his cum when I was trying to catch it in my mouth. It had a strange flavor that I suspect wouldn’t seem so delicious if it wasn’t served straight from hisglorious cock in the throes of passion, but I thoroughly enjoyed every drop I managed to receive.
Watching me closely as he washes my other hand and essentially gives my tits a sponge bath, Bates shakes his head. “What are you thinking in there, Lana?”
“Things.”
“Such as?”
I press my lips together as I order my thoughts to choose which ones I shouldn’t say and which ones I want to share the most.
“Why did you… commandeer the hotel kitchen to make me an omelet?”
Bates shrugs. “It’s what you wanted, and while the staff on duty were willing enough to help, they were ill-equipped to deliver the kind of omelet I wanted you to have.”
“My omelet was perfect. What kind of omelet did youwantme to have?”
Bates smiles. “A perfect one. I wanted everything to be perfect for you. I just… wanted you to be able to look back on your first time fondly and without regret.” He drags his hand down his face as he sighs. “At least, that’s what I’dintended. Before I found out you were Hawk’s little girl and that my actions are definitely going to have some regrettable repercussions if and when he learns what I’ve done.”
I stop my inappropriate fantasizing about Bates making me omelets every morning for breakfast as he moves back to the bathroom to rinse out the washcloth. He returns with it steaming again and does a final thorough cleansing of my top half before drying me off and helping me back into my thermal undershirt.
He heads for the bathroom again, and I scoot off the bed to rearrange my bags so I can get what I need.
“What are you doing?”
I hold up a clean pair of panties. “I need fresh underwear. I’m all…”
Bates grunts softly and scoops me up, carrying me back to the bed. He tugs off my sweats and arousal-soaked pajama shorts, then ducks back into the bathroom only to return with a fresh, steaming cloth. He spreads my folds and gives me a long, upward lick before kissing my clit and proceeding to clean up the lusty mess he inspired. Once I’m dried and dressed with clean underwear, I’m tucked safely back into bed. He lies next to me, but ontopof the covers.
“You’re not going to get in, are you?” I ask, trying not to sound disappointed.
“I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t have done the other stuff either.” He turns his face into my pillows and groans. “I came here to explain my earlier behavior, and to make sure you’d know that I care about you, and to tell you I wanted to use that email address you gave me so fucking bad, but…”
“You can still use it.”
