Page 22 of Hidden Obsession

“Daddy. Please. Come inside me.” Her dirty words broke me and threw me over the edge of euphoria.

My release hit me like a Mack truck. Ribbon after ribbon of white-hot heat flooded her unprotected pussy. Blood rushed in my ears, muffling any sound as I worked my hips. Harder. Erratic. Deeper. Emptying myself inside her body just as her slick velvety walls pulsed and milked me. Her own orgasm hit her like a riptide that pulled more and more of my seed straight from my balls and right into her pussy, creaming her to the hilt.

When I was done, I was too exhausted to keep my body weight off her. I slumped down, giving her way too much weight.

“Shit, sorry,” I apologized, my heart still beating erratically. I tried to roll off her so I wouldn’t squish her, but she wrapped her limbs around me to keep us locked together and connected even as I slowly became half hard.

“Stay. Don’t go,” she whispered so softly I wondered if I had imagined it. “Please.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” The words were a promise I would do anything to keep.

NINE

MARYANNE

“I have to go home.” I laughed, unable to comprehend the expression on Hollis’ face.

“Why? Why can’t you just stay here?”

“Because I don’t live here.”

“You could.”

“You’re crazy.” I laughed harder.

“About you,” I could have sworn he muttered under his breath, but I pretended I didn’t catch it.

“And I have responsibilities.” I sighed and shut my eyes.

Guilt ate at me.

If I was honest, I didn’t want to go back to the small, stuffy trailer. It wasn’t like my sisters were going to come over and spend the night. They were with my mom on the weekend, so I had given myself these last few days to spend with Hollis.

It had been a week since we had become whatever we were. Inseparable, the sex kitten he had awoken muttered in my head. You two are inseparable, she repeated and wasn’t wrong. The afternoon after we had hooked up, Hollis tried to talk me out of going back to the club, insisting he would pay me more than enough at the gym, but I couldn’t let him do that.

So, he insisted on being there every shift, regardless of it being an early one or evening one.

When I wasn’t at the club, I was at the gym with him, where the girl who was heading back to school trained me and taught me about the responsibilities I had as a greeter. Working at the gym and the club had been a little tricky, but Hollis hadn’t left my side, and I hadn’t minded.

He would even come back to the trailer with me, meeting my mom and sisters. Even more surprising was how well my mom took to him. And the girls, too.

But for some reason, as the new week was about to start, reality hit.

“I have to help my mom with my sisters.”

“That’s fine. We can pick them up in the morning, take them to school, and go to work. You don’t have to go home for that.”

“Hollis.” I shook my head, tempted to go along with what his plan My eyes roamed the living room, seeing things he probably took for granted.

Stupid, simple things I marveled at. The stable walls that made up the house and the high ceilings and open floorplan. The spaciousness of it only reminded me of just how different our backgrounds were.

“I have laundry.”

“You can do it here.” He had an answer for everything.

“Handsome, I need to go home.”

“Fine.” He sighed, and even though it was my choice, disappointment hit that he hadn’t pressed me a little more to stay. “Let me go pack.”