A Father's Bliss (A Holinight Novella)

11. Renee

Somehow, I overestimated my ability.

I thought I could manage to keep Miss Porter on my lap, my cock buried inside of her, and still be able to function. I assumed this would be my opportunity to enjoy her body and take my time exploring it.

And while I’ll still manage to do all I set out, I admit it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life.

All I want is to stand, and fuck her speechless over the railing. Then, take her into the cabin and have her sit on my face again before letting her use me to fuck herself in the shower. I want to gag her with my cock again while I watch her ride that tentacled dildo she bought until her legs give out.

I want her tied to my bed post so I can satiate my need for her over and over and over again, filling her with my cum until I’m sure it”ll leak from her for weeks to follow.

And I can almost guarantee she’d very much enjoy the same thing. In fact, I’m going to have her begging for it before the night”s end.

Hooking a finger into the cup of her bra, I tug it down to free one of her breasts. Her nipple is already pebbled, but I roll it through my thumb and forefinger anyway, seeing how sensitive they are.

Her head falls to the side with a groan, her lashes fluttering shut as her cunt clenches around my cock, sending shockwaves up my spine.

Good.

I pluck at the small bud once, twice, three times, and each time her reaction, both the sounds emanating from her mouth and the involuntary squeezing of her pussy, grow increasingly more intense.

On the fourth time, it’s much harder for her to stay still, her arousal making her slide with every shuddered breath.

“I cannot wait to have these in my mouth, baby girl.” I pinch her nipple one more time before finally bringing the rose toy to it. I click to ensure it’s on the lowest setting before sealing it over the bud, to which Renee immediately tenses.

“Relax,” I whisper, kissing up the column of her neck. “Breathe.”

Like before, she does, only this time it takes her a few more breaths before her muscles unwind, and she melts to the new sensation.

“Okay, wait.” Her words are breathy and her hold on the pole faltering slightly. “Why didn’t I know this felt so good?”

“Because the initial reaction is that it’s too much,” I say coolly. “But if you simply relax and give into the sensation, it gets better. So good, in fact, you’ll feel it in other places.”

She does her best not to squirm too much as she glances at me over her shoulder. Her cheeks are flushed, her pupils wide. “What do you mean?”

“Not only is this an erogenous zone, but there are hundreds of nerve endings here. If I wanted, I could make you come like this.”

“Really?” Though it’s a question, I can tell by the shift of her body and slow recline, she’s already well on her way. Nipple orgasms are notorious for sneaking up on a person.

With my free hand, I release her other breast, and begin the same process of rolling it and pinching the sensitive flesh. It isn’t long until she’s leaning into me, her back arched and moans of pleasure growing louder.

“Please don’t stop.” She whimpers as I switch the toy to the other nipple, doing my best to ignore the slight friction she keeps applying as her hips begin a slight roll. “Please, daddy.”

I smirk, almost considering letting her experience what an orgasm brought on by the nipples feels like, but then the reminder of how long we took to get here takes the forefront of my mind.

She told me she knew she picked the wrong Debois. That my son was a placeholder for the real thing. And while I’m flattered, I can’t deny the need to punish her for doing it in the first place.

I wait until her legs squeeze the outside of mine and her cunt clenches my cock in a tight hold. It’s only then I snatch the device, along with my hand away from her.

She immediately yelps out her disapproval. “Wait. Wait. No, go back!”

This gets a hushed laugh out of me. “But I’m not done exploring.”

“Marcus,” she hisses, thinking it will sway me. “That was cruel.”

“So was choosing my son when you knew I wanted you.”

She stiffens. “I wasn’t sure.”

“And what about now? Now that you feel how hard I am for you.”

Her knuckles turn white on the fishing pole. “I’m angry I didn’t risk it sooner.”

“Risk what?” I move the rose lower, bringing the toy to hoover just over where she needs it most.

Her cunt grips my cock with anticipation. “Everything.”

A deep sense of satisfaction rumbles through me. “You’re absolutely right. And this is your punishment.”

“But you didn’t try to pursue me. Shouldn’t you suffer too?”

I place the rose over her clit, keeping it on the low setting. It’s enough to get her to experience the climb, but not enough to push her over the edge. “Watching you walk around that office with these skirts was punishment. You bending over and collecting books from the floor, knowing I was watching was punishment.” I take the rose off, turning up the vibration setting once before placing it back. “Seeing my son sit on your fucking desk and touch the hair I fantasized about wrapping around my wrist was punishment. And now knowing he couldn’t even get you off while I sat there and thought of all the ways I could, was fucking punishment.”

I click the rose twice, placing it on its maximum level. She squirms against me, her moans nearing screams and her hold on the pole all but existent. My heart races in my chest, the pound of matching my rapid breathing.

“Now you tell me, baby girl, have I not suffered enough?”

She nods, her head falling against my shoulder.

“I have. We both have.” I take the rose off once more, despite her cries. “And now it’s time for my repentance.”

I’m on the verge of tears. My body feels as if it’s being ripped apart, the constant climb and sudden fall sending me to my breaking point. I’ve never been pushed so far out on the ledge just to be jerked right back off of it, and while I hate that with very fiber of my being, I fucking love it.

Each time my nerves flay open, they become that much more sensitive. Every touch of his hand on my hip, every kiss he peppers on my neck, every pulse of that damn toy, and each twitch of his rock hard erection in my cunt, is more intense. I know when I’m finally allowed to come, it will be incredible. It will be worth the pleasure that is so overwhelming it borders on pain.

And I want to feel it all.

Though Marcus instructed me to stay still, he didn’t say I had to hold on to the pole, so I drop it. I raise one arm above my head and wrap it around his neck, while my other hand finds my breasts and picks up where he left off. It’s hard as fuck not to lift my hips and fuck myself with his cock, but the immense sensations spreading out from every possible limb holds me steady.

Well that, and knowing it will be that much sweeter when Marcus finally gives in and fucks me himself.

He pulls the vibrator from my clit two more times before my body is shaking, tears falling over my cheeks as a string of pleas escapes my lips.

“Please.” I thread my fingers through his hair and yank hard. “I’m begging you, daddy. Let me come.”

He groans low in my ear, before wrapping his free hand around my stomach to hold me in place. “Go ahead. Give it to me.”

Pressing the toy harder to my clit, it takes a literal second before my entire body combusts, my orgasm tearing through me like an explosion. My vision darkens, my muscles contract, and air evades me for what feels like forever as I clamp down on Marcus, flooding his cock with my release in perfectly timed intervals. I latch onto his thigh in an attempt to hold me in place, but with the toy still hovering on top of my clit, I can’t even think, let alone not move.

I’m not sure when I take my first breath, or when the fire slowly starts to ebb, but when he removes the rose and my arm from around his neck, I’m a noodle. A limp, drenched noodle.

“Holy shit.”

Marcus grunts out a laugh, clicking off the vibrator and tossing into the bag before stroking my hair. “You did so well, sweetheart.”

“Ha. Did I?”

He nods, helping me to sit up. “You did. But now, it’s my turn.”

“You’ll have to help me stand. I think I lost all function.”

Marcus adjusts, lifting me from his dick with ease before standing up behind me. “Not a problem at all.”

Before I have time to complain about the sudden loss of him or the fact he has me standing on my noodle legs, he turns me around and grips my hips again, picking me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist.

He shakes his slacks down, letting them pool at his feet before he walks us over next to the door leading into the cabin. Pressing my back into it, he uses it as an aid to be able to hook his arms under my knees.

I gasp at his strength and the new angle, to which he simply smirks. “Comfortable?”

“I mean it’s okay,” I joke, meanwhile, my insides are twisted with desire all over again.

He narrows his eyes playfully before drawing his hips back, lining up his erection to my entrance. “Let’s see if we can fix that, yeah?”

I barely have time to nod before he slams into me full force.

I cry out at the intrusion but he swallows it whole, capturing my lips with his in a much more commanding way than before. He deepens the kiss as he drives in and out, telling me a million things with his tongue while demanding my soul with his cock.

By the time he breaks from my mouth, my core is tight with an entirely new fire, and his dark gaze only enhances it. “You fit me so unbelievably well.”

It’s a challenge to keep my eyes from closing against the overwhelming pressure building low in my stomach, the plug in my ass hitting a new spot every time he plows into me. “I do, huh?”

“Perfectly.” He smirks. “Like you were crafted just for me.”

My bottom lip disappears beneath my teeth as his words do a number on my heart. One night and this man has managed to finesse his way into parts of me that have never been touched. What the hell am I going to do after?

Luckily, Marcus doesn’t allow me to dwell on that thought because the next time he thrusts into me, stars sprinkle the edge of my vision. Over and over, he slams into me, and when I’m all but gasping for breath, he jerks open the door next to us.

He carries me into the cabin and into a room, all the while interchanging between kissing my mouth and neck. When we get a small room that only houses a bed and nightstand, he tosses me on the mattress.

I slip from him completely, the loss so much deeper than before. But he’s quickly back on top of me, ripping off his dress shirt before pressing his hands into the spot just under my knee to keep my thighs spread apart.

His gaze burns into my flesh, and while I’m sure I look a mess with wild hair, my bra still under my breasts, and skirt askew, it’s as if he’s never seen something he’s wanted more. And that notion is what drives my next words.

“Fuck me, Marcus. Fuck me like you want to keep me but know you can’t.”

His dimple makes an appearance as he lines back up. “It’s cute you think I’m not going to.”

Then, he slams back inside.