12. Marcus
When I drive into Renee this time, her arms fly over her head, her fingers curling around the nearest pillow as if it will somehow help her. She draws it down over her face, her screams becoming muffled under the fabric.
“Take it off,” I command, annoyed I could no longer see her flushed cheeks and blown pupils. “I want to hear every single sound.”
Like the good girl she is, she throws it to the side, and instead, latches around my neck. I slam into her with a punishing force, pulling my cock out all the way to the tip before pushing back inside. Sweat beads at my temples as I work into her, her warm, incredibly wet walls squeezing around me every time I drag against them.
She arches when I completely fill her, the pressure in her pussy and the constant nudge my hips give the plug clearly doing a number on her.
For the first time, she’s completely speechless, her moans of pleasure quickly turning into sharp intakes of breath. I know her next orgasm is so close to the surface she can practically taste it, and I’m ready to feel her come around my cock again. It was an intoxicating squeeze that I’m already addicted to, and I wonder briefly how she’ll feel when I fill her ass and make her come that way as well.
There’s so much I want to do with and to this woman and I hope that like me, this only solidified what was already there, lurking just out of reach.
Renee pulses, her whimpers turning into desperate pleas.
“Don’t stop, daddy. Fuck. Please don’t.”
I smirk down at her, removing my hands from her thighs and unwrapping her arms from around my neck. As if she knows my intentions, she coils her legs around my waist before threading her fingers through mine above her head. I latch onto them, squeezing tightly as I drive into her again and again, my own orgasm finally lighting up my spine.
“Let me have it, Renee.” I bury myself into her. “Give me what belongs to me.”
Her cries of ecstasy echo off the cabin walls before sinking into my bloodstream with an intensity that has black encroaching on my vision. Her pussy contracts around my cock, milking it as if to induce my own release, while her fingernails embed into my knuckles.
“That’s it, baby girl. You did such a good job for daddy.”
She releases a heady sigh at the same moment the electricity skitters south, coiling tight.
“Now, is this sweet cunt of yours going to swallow my cum like your mouth did?” I question, heat beginning to unfurl.
“Yes.” Her voice is still breathy from her release, but when her amber eyes connect with mine, there’s the hint of a needy brat just beneath the surface that yanks me to the very edge. “Please.”
Those two words are all I need to shove me into the abyss that is Renee Porter and I come hard, spilling into her so forcefully, I have to grab onto the headboard in front of me to keep my balance.
She whimpers against the pressure, and my body pulls me down, my need to have her lips on mine the singular driving force. I kiss her as my orgasm continues to shred through me, commanding her mouth with everything I want to say.
You’re mine, now and tomorrow, and for as long as you’ll let me keep you.
Her hands find my hair and she tugs me closer, kissing me back with the same ferocity making my soul fucking ache. It isn’t till the tremor has finished raking through me and my heart and breaths have finally started to calm that I finally release her, though even then, I don’t want to.
I lean to the side, sliding out of her with ease, but she winces the moment she’s empty.
“Sore?”
She nods, brushing a lock of hair away from my face. “In the best ways.”
I smirk, running a thumb under her swollen lip. She’s had it trapped beneath her teeth most of the evening. “Good.”
Renees returns the soft smile, leaning into my touch. We stay like this for a few minutes until she yawns and shifts. “Now what?” she asks, her eyes already drifting closed.
“I bathe you, then feed you.”
She hmms, perfectly content. “That sounds lovely.”
It takes everything in me to leave her alone on the bed, but it’s when I’m finally alone, that it all hits me at once.
I’ve always prided myself on having a leveled head, a calm approach, and never biting off more than I can chew. But with Renee, I’m a fucking mess.
Down is up, cold is hot, and wrong is right.
I know deep down that what we’re doing will have consequences on both ends, but not a piece of me, not a single iota, can find it in me to care. This woman, the one I admired from afar for years, is now in my bed, waiting for me to finish readying her bath after being thoroughly fucked by me.
I thought I was addicted before. Thought that I already knew what it was like to be completely infatuated with a person, in every aspect. But now, I know otherwise. I know what obsession is. What it is to want to risk it all for a chance at a possibility.
My only hope is that she feels the same, and hasn’t simply worked me out of her system. The notion she might have coils my muscles uncomfortably.
After checking the temperature of the basin, I return to the room to find Renee drifting off to sleep. It takes a few slow kisses, the promise of the perfect fish dinner, and the strange feeling of having a plug removed from her ass before she allows me to pick her up and carry her to the bathroom.
It’s small, as expected of a personal yacht, but the wash basin is big enough to set her in without it being cramped. She hisses when her skin touches the water, but quickly groans when I fully submerge her. “Oh, this is perfect.”
I nod, my gaze roving over her face. “Agreed.”
She smiles, and with her eyes still closed, lets her head roll in my direction. “Are you doing that thing where I say something is beautiful and you agree but you’re talking about me?”
“Would that be a problem?” I ask, slipping a rolled washcloth out of a nearby basket.
“No.” Her lashes flutter open before those amber orbs find mine. There’s a vulnerability in them I want to stamp out. “But you should know I’m nowhere near perfect.”
“Perhaps not,” I state simply before dipping the towel in the basin and adding some of the body wash I have on hand. An odd sense of satisfaction winds in my chest at the knowledge she’ll smell like me, no matter how temporary. “But you are unapologetically yourself, which is all the same to me.”
She does a terrible job at hiding the blush that creeps up her neck as she remains quiet for the remainder of the bath, seemingly lost in thought. Her eyes become heavily lidded as she allows me to wash her from head to toe, and the entire time, I can only note how natural it all feels. How right.
When I help her out, I give her a towel and one of my large shirts before promising to meet her in the kitchen after I get myself together. It only takes me a few minutes to drain the bath, quickly use the extension to shower myself, and grab a pair of sweatpants and shirt before joining her in the kitchen.
She’s standing behind the island, the earlier mess cleaned, and pots back on the stove with the heat on.
“It’s my job to feed you.” I come up from behind her and wrap my arms around her waist.
“And you will.” She leans into me. “But I figured I could at least clean up. Half of the mess is my fault after all.”
This gets a chuckle out of me, and I kiss her temple. “This is very true. But I could have handled the mess. Now sit and let me cook.”
Luckily, Renee is too tired to put up a fight and agrees, dropping the cleaning towel on the counter before walking around and collapsing on the barstool. My eyes follow her strawberry strands that rest over her bare shoulder, courtesy of my oversized shirt. She props her chin on the heel of her hand and simply smiles up at me.
I’ve never seen anyone so breathtakingly beautiful and just as suddenly as all of this started, an almost desperation for it not to end clogs my throat.
“Stay with me.” The words come out before I can stop them.
Her eyes lift to mine, and I try not to read into the eagerness shimmering in them. “Here on the boat?”
I shake my head. “No, we can go to my home. Or yours. Or anywhere down this lake.”
As long as I’m with you , I don’t care where we end up.
Renee smiles, a gorgeous dusty pink blush coloring her cheeks. “Okay. I’d like that.”
An elation that makes me feel twenty years younger flutters through my chest and squeezes around my heart. “Yeah?”
She nods. “Yes. Bonus points if your son doesn’t show up.”
“To be honest, I wouldn’t care if he did,” I say honestly, considering all the things I overheard Renee tell Mr. Banks about him. As horrible as it might sound, perhaps it will be the last lesson I can teach my son on the ways of the universe and how karma is unprejudiced in her justice. “I blame myself for spoiling him, and letting him think he could have whatever he wanted.”
I walk around the island and turn her chair to face me. I hook a finger under her chin. “You were always mine, and I shouldn’t have let him take you from me.”
She purses her lips, feigning annoyance, but even in her playfulness, my skin stings with the knowledge she has every right to be mad at me.
I kiss her once. “Forgive me and let me make it up to you.”
Her blinks are slow. “And how will you do that?”
I drop my hand and let it slide between her legs. In only my shirt, she’s completely bare, and my greedy girl opens her thighs for me without hesitation. I slide a finger through her entrance, loving the way she groans against my touch. “Make up for four years of missed orgasms.”
“That may just work,” she purrs, arching to close the space between us to kiss me again. “Anything else?”
I nod. “Shopping trips and vacations, and perhaps building you a Beauty and the Beast inspired library in one of the spare rooms of my lake house. I can devour this sweet cunt while you read me exhibitions from that stalker romance with the fishing pole I heard you talk about?—”
She lifts her hands. “Okay okay. You had me at the library, honestly. And the missed orgasms. I now belong to the club of people who wouldn’t mind being woken up at three am for some dick.”
I swallow, moving both my hands to her hips. A new sense of hope blooms heavy over my sternum. “So you’ll let me keep you?”
She smirks. “For now.”
“I’ll take it.” Without hesitation, I lift her back up on the counter and kiss her until the faint smell of a burning pan at the stove reminds me we still haven’t eaten.
After I feed her, we end up on the deck where she lounges out and falls asleep under the stars while telling me how she switched to sewing after learning she can’t keep a plant alive to save her life. Meanwhile, I take us up Lake Bliss to my home, the entire way, trying to forgive myself for all the lost time.
Just before midnight we arrive, and though she stays asleep while I carry her up the stairs of my home, she’s able to mutter one last thing before drifting off for the rest of the night.
“Happy Father’s Day, Daddy D.”