9. Darling
CHAPTER 9
Darling
G asping awake as an orgasm surges through my body, I glance back to see Cort’s eyes focused on my ass. It’s then I realize he’s removed the plug while I was sleeping and slipped his eager dick into my ass.
“It feels so good, Daddy.” The foreign invasion isn’t one I expected to enjoy, but my body is on fire for more.
“Yes, you do, baby.” His lips lay soft kisses along my bare shoulders as he pumps in and out, catapulting us both to the heavens of ecstasy and back before he shouts out a guttural groan, and I feel his cock throbbing in my tightness. “Fuck that felt good,” he grunts, rolling back to softly slip free of my body, taking me with him.
“Good morning to you, too, Daddy.” I roll over and kiss his bare chest while he wraps an arm around my back. “I wasn’t expecting to wake up like that, but I’m sure glad I did.”
He brushes the sweaty hair away from my face as his eyes search mine. “Move in with me.”
Stunned, I can only stare at him.
“Isn’t that too soon? You haven’t even told Mary about us.” If I’m honest, I’d hate to be the reason he gets backlash of any kind.
“I don’t care what anyone thinks besides you, me, and my sons. And if you haven’t noticed, my boys approve.”
I wish it were so easy.
“My father, he doesn’t. I don’t know that I can leave until he does. And Mom, well, I don’t even know where to start with that.” If anything, I’m terrified of her reaction. What she’ll say or try to do to me, to Cort. To the boys. She’s vindictive and mean, and I don’t want that happening to them. Not because of me.
Cort doesn’t respond; he’s processing my hesitation. Something I don’t think he expected from me, but I need him to think this through more and not ask after a post-orgasmic haze.
“I’m going to shower,” I say, slinking out of bed and running to the bathroom, relieved that I left my bag in here last night.
Closing my eyes and dipping my face under the warm spray, I fight to keep tears at bay. I so badly want to move in with Cort, but the fear outweighs the desire.
A minute later, I feel arms enveloping me from behind. “Talk to me.”
The aching need in his tone makes me confess. “Ultimately, I’m afraid I’ll ruin your life.” Our past relationship and age difference won’t go over well with many people. He has a reputation to uphold and children to worry about; I have nothing but myself.
Turning me around so my back is to the cool tiled wall, Cort pins me with his arms on either side of my head and captures my eyes in an intense hold I can’t sever.
“I told you my concerns already; tell me yours, Darling. Let me shoulder some of this worry you have.”
“Your reputation. The way people will talk, and what if it affects the boys at school, or you start losing jobs?” He frowns as I speak.
“What about you, Darling? I hear all this concern for me, but why aren’t you worrying about you?” Pressing his head to mine, he waits patiently for my answer.
“I don’t have as much to lose as you guys do. I couldn’t bear it if I caused an iota of upset in your lives.”
“You won’t. And even if us being together causes an issue with someone that isn’t in our relationship, then I’ll shut them down faster than they can open their big fucking mouths.”
He’s so certain. His eyes are so resolute.
“I need to make things right with my dad first. I don’t care about my mom, but you need to be prepared that once she finds out, she’s going to do whatever she can to damage us. To break me.” The last few words are nearly a whisper.
“She’s the reason, isn’t she?” Cort grips one wrist, staring down at the scars that nearly ended my life. I’m only able to nod as my throat tightens, and I can barely speak. “I need you to know I’ll never allow anyone near you who makes you feel like that’s your only option.”
I swallow sharply and close my eyes before speaking. “I was never smart enough, never pretty enough. Didn’t have the right friends. Didn’t choose the appropriate career or go to the right school. I was never…enough for her. And she reminded me of that daily.” I feel the cool tear streaks as they run down my cheeks.
Cort’s mouth moves against mine. “Darling, my sweet, good girl, you are perfect in every single fucking way, and I will spend a lifetime showing you that.” Our mouths meld, our tongues tangle, and when I feel his cock slip inside my aching pussy, I give myself over to him and believe every word he says.