25. She wanted this
She wanted this
Wade
I suck in my breath and hold it, pleading with my nuts not to let go.
Her tiny cry when I enter her almost has me spilling.
Can’t do that.
Inhale through my nose, exhale through my clenching teeth.
My grip on her hair tightens, arching her the line of her neck and back until I can feel myself bottoming out inside of her.
“That’s my good…fucking…girl. Don’t move or this’ll be over before it starts.” Brushing the shell of her ear with my lips, I’m close enough to hear the breathy moan escape her.
A quake runs through me as I struggle to gain control.
“You’re so—” Her voice trembles. “—big.” The pink triangle of her tongue darts out leaving a shiny line over her swollen mouth. Sweat beads on her brow, then she drops her forehead to rest on her extended elbow.
I risk the movement and pull almost all the way out, her savage cunt suffocating around my shaft like it doesn’t want to let go.
With another forceful thrust, I bury myself to my belly. There’s no way I’m going to last long.
She’s so damn tight.
Another, louder gasp has her hanging by her fingers from the wooden rail. “Oh my god, yes!”
Her words are a call to action.
I pull back again, ramming into her.
She wanted me so badly, now she gets every inch.
The perfect globes of her ass ripple every time I slam deeper, like shockwaves from the explosion of passion.
Elena is everything I’ve longed for and more.
“Daddy, please? Faster!” Her chin raises with her high-pitched cry.
I can feel her pussy beginning to pulse in contracting bands, begging me to join her.
Leaning over her, I grab the headboard myself for leverage, our thighs slapping as I piston into her.
Her body spasms, locking down on mine, until she’s collapsing under me, trapped in the throes of her intense climax.
My nuts tighten as I start to lose my tenuous control, making me pull out violently to spurt over the red marks I left on her hip.
We both slump into the pillows, panting with hammering hearts.
That’s by far more fun than any treadmill.
She rolls onto her side, the beaded trail of cum glistening in the lights.
“Don’t move.” When I slide out of bed, my sticky, softening dick tries to fasten to my belly uncomfortably.
After gathering a warm damp cloth, the mattress dips under my knee when I lean over her.
Her hand snakes out and she traces her finger through the milky beads, then pulls it to her mouth.
“Next time you’ll have to let me swallow you,” she purrs, lolling into me wiping her leg.
“Give me a minute, I’ll give you a full meal.” Shit, my cock is already twitching over her naked body.
And that’s where her eyes focus. “You know, for some reason I didn’t think that all your hair would be the same color.” Her lips turn up as she reaches for me, running her nails through the red curls above my hardening crotch.
I chuckle and stretch out next to her.
She can pet me any way she wants to.
“Fire through and through.” Tucking my arm under her, I pull her snug against my chest. I’ve been wanting this for weeks.
Just touching her calms my mind.
Her fingers move up my abs, then trace the lines of my collarbone. “I guess I’m more like my mom than I realized,” she says softly.
My breath catches. “What makes you say that?” As far as I know, she still has no idea that I was ever with Maria.
“We’re both drawn to redheads.” Her thumb follows the edge of my jaw, tickling through the thick whiskers.
What the hell?
“Why do you say that? Your dad wasn’t.” A cold sweat starts to prickle over me.
Her thigh slides up over mine, and damn if my cock doesn’t continue to swell. “Mmm, true. But my sister has red hair. Mom told me so did her father.”
My mind spins. I try to remember the photo that Elena showed me, but I could only see her sister’s arm.
I haven’t been able to seek out her file yet because I’ve been worried that it’s being monitored.
“When exactly was she born?” There’s a catch that forms in my throat that I try to force down.
“Oh, she’s an October baby. Almost on Halloween. I loved it when she was a pumpkin for trick-or-treating.” Her giggle makes her shake against me.
But I’m not feeling humorous.
October. I slept with Maria after New Year’s in celebration of her divorce being finalized.
I had tried to convince her for Christmas.
There isn’t enough air in this room.
“How—” My voice cracks. “—how old will she be this fall?”
Please don’t say it.
Please don’t say it.
“She turns twelve. Almost a teenager.”
Fuck.
I sit bolt upright and pace to the kitchen.
Why didn’t Maria tell me?
The first beer goes down so fast I can’t even taste it.
Elena pads in, barefoot and naked by the time I’m halfway through the second.
“Wade? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” Her dark eyes tighten and her arms cross her chest, hiding those beautiful breasts as worry pinches her brows.
I set the bottle down a little harder than I wanted to.
But I need to.
Moving to her, I pull her to me and drop my lips to the top of her head.
“No, you’re perfect. I don’t think I know how to say this.” Hell, I don’t even want to admit it to myself.
“Just tell me.” Her arms wrap my waist, pressing her bare skin against mine.
Should I? Can I deny it?
Do I want to?
“I think your sister might be—” I take a deep breath, struggling to get past the constriction in my throat.
If I speak it, will it make it true?
“—my daughter.”