Chapter Twenty-Six
Tizzy
I fell asleep last night before Devon came back to the room, the day just finally getting to me. I thought I would have a harder time falling asleep. But I’m glad I’m going through this with people who are more equipped than me to handle this, who know what they’re doing and care about me and my safety. I think I’m definitely in the right spot. Waking up with Devon's arms around me, holding me tight, just cements it more. I never knew how much I needed this man until he came riding into my life.
I shift in the bed and smile as his arms automatically tighten around me, pulling me closer to his chest. I feel his hard length against my behind and can't contain the moan that passes from my lips. I’ve never wanted or needed someone as much as this man. Every thought makes my body feel alive, safe, protected, but utterly alive. Like I’m floating but not having to worry about drifting away because this man will never let me go.
“Mmmhmm… Morning, Bunny. How are you feeling this morning?” he asks, kissing the back of my neck. I stretch, giving him more room, wanting his lips on me.
“Achy. Think you can take care of that for me, Muffin?” I ask with a smirk as he chuckles before biting my neck and then flipping me onto my stomach.
“I think I can handle that, baby girl,” he says with a mischievous grin, his hands gliding up my stomach and pulling me onto all fours. He tugs my panties down to my knees, leaving them on but out of the way. His hand rests on the small of my back, pressing my chest into the soft sheets. Without hesitation, I surrender myself to his touch.
“Fuck, never had a feast like this before,” he groans before burying his face between my legs and devouring me entirely.
The sensation is overwhelming as his tongue delves deep inside me, his beard brushing against my clit just right. I can't hold back a loud moan, nearly screaming in pleasure. My body moves instinctively, riding his face. All I want is to feel his beard grazing my most sensitive areas and scratching against my skin.
His strong hands grip my thighs, pulling me even closer as he devours me with increasing fervor. Waves of pleasure course through my body, building to a crescendo. Just when I think I can't take anymore, he slides two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot.
"Oh lordy, yes!" I cry out, my fingers twisting in the sheets.
He hums against me, the vibrations sending sparks through my core. My thighs tremble as I teeter on the edge of ecstasy. With a few more expert flicks of his tongue, I come undone, crying out his name as my orgasm washes over me.
But he doesn't stop, drawing out my pleasure until I'm gasping and oversensitive. Only then does he pull away, planting kisses up my spine as he moves to cover my body with his own.
"That was just the appetizer, baby girl," he growls in my ear. "I'm nowhere near done with you yet."
I shiver with anticipation, my body still tingling from the intense orgasm. His hot breath on my neck sends goosebumps racing across my skin. I can feel the hard length of him pressing against my backside, and I instinctively arch into him, craving more.
"Please, Daddy," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for.
His low chuckle rumbles through me as his hand snakes around to cup my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple. "So eager," he murmurs. "But Daddy wants to savor every inch of his little girl."
His lips trail along my shoulder, teeth grazing my skin. I gasp as he suddenly flips me onto my back, hovering over me with hunger in his eyes. He takes in the sight of me, flushed and panting beneath him.
"God, you're beautiful," he breathes before capturing my lips in a searing kiss.
I moan into his mouth, tasting myself on his tongue. My hands roam over his muscled back, nails digging in as he grinds against me. The friction is delicious, but not enough. I need him inside me.
"Please," I whimper into his mouth, my hips bucking against his, seeking more friction. His grip on my hips tightens, restraining me without much effort. The dominance in his touch sends a shiver down my spine.
"Patience, baby girl," he smirks, though the strain in his voice betrays his own mounting desires. Slowly, so achingly slow, he slides his hard length along my wet folds, teasing both of us mercilessly.
I arch my back, trying to entice him further. "I can't take it anymore," I moan. The anticipation is practically killing me now. His smirk only widens at my admission of neediness.
"I know you can't," he says, nipping at my earlobe before sucking it gently. His other hand leaves my hip and abruptly slips down between my legs, finding my throbbing bundle of nerves. My breath catches in my throat as his fingers circle lazily over it, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me once more.
"Oh God," I gasp, my hips jerking involuntarily against his hand. The dual sensations of his fingers on my clit and his cock sliding against my entrance are driving me wild with need.
He chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on me. "Tell me what you want, baby girl," he commands, his voice husky with desire.
"You," I pant. "I want you inside me. Please, Daddy."
His eyes flash with lust at my words. In one swift motion, he positions himself at my entrance and thrusts deep inside me. We both cry out at the sensation - me from the delicious fullness, him from the tight heat enveloping him.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," he groans, stilling for a moment to savor the feeling.
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. "Move," I beg. "Please."
He doesn't need to be told twice. He starts a steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. His fingers find my clit again, rubbing tight circles as he pounds into me.
The room fills with the sounds of our moans and the slap of skin on skin. I can feel myself building towards another orgasm, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge.
"That's it, baby girl," he growls, his pace quickening. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come around my cock."
His words send a jolt of electricity through me. I'm so close, teetering right on the brink of ecstasy. He must sense it because he redoubles his efforts, pounding into me relentlessly while his fingers work magic on my clit.
With a cry of pure bliss, I come undone beneath him. My back arches off the bed as waves of pleasure crash over me. He doesn't let up, fucking me through my orgasm and prolonging the intense sensations.
"Good girl," he praises, his voice strained. "So fucking good for me."
I can tell he's close, too. His thrusts become more erratic, his breathing ragged. I clench around him deliberately, wanting to push him over the edge.
"Come for me, Daddy," I moan, nails raking down his back.
With a guttural groan, he buries himself deep inside me as he reaches his climax. I can feel the pulsing of his cock as he fills me with his release. He collapses on top of me, both of us panting heavily as we come down from our shared high.
"That was incredible," I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone.
He hums in agreement, tilting my chin up to capture my lips in a tender kiss. When we part, his eyes are soft as he gazes at me.
"You're incredible," he says. "I love you so much, baby girl."
My heart swells at his words. "I love you too," I reply, snuggling closer to him.
Sitting in the blissful peace after love-making, I don't want anything to break this spell. I know eventually I’ll need to get up and get breakfast started for the boys. I have a feeling I’ll find a sulking Caesar if he has to settle for a bowl of cereal again. I love how much the boys love my cooking. I've never felt more needed in my life. Don't get me wrong, I always had my baby girl, but I was a baby raising a baby.
I think I did the best I could with her, but I still have a hard time letting go of the fact that Lyra had to grow up so fast. That she had to deal with all my mistakes as a kid dealt a bad hand. I wouldn't change it for the world, but I still wish she had been able to have this version of me.
“What are you thinking so hard about, Bunny?” Devon asks, running his fingers through my tangled hair.
“Nothing much. Just how I love this place so much. How I love being here with you and those goofballs you’ve claimed.” I smile as he chuckles. “Wishing I could have been this stable and well adjusted when Lyra was growing up. I don't like dwelling on the past, but I always dreamed of her coming home to a home-cooked meal every day, sitting at the kitchen table while I cooked, or helping her with her homework.”
“I’m sorry I didn't get to you sooner. I wish with everything in me that I could have given you both that. If I could, I would go back and make sure we were always a family. Me, you, Lyra, Piper, and Izzy.”
I smile at the thought. It would have been nice, but I know I needed to live the life I did to come out stronger on the other side. I also know the decisions I made are what shaped my baby into the fierce, loyal, and loving woman she is now.
“The past is the past. Best to leave it there, ain't it?” I ask him, sighing and kissing his chest. Right over his heart. Oh, how I love this man.
“About that,” he starts, and I narrow my eyes before looking up at him.
“Bout what?”
“What if your past isn't so past anymore?”
“What do you mean?” I don’t understand what he’s getting’ at. I left over twenty-five years ago. It's too long for someone to still be on my tail.
“I mean, what if the people who hurt you, Bunny? What if they found you? You think your mom or stepdad haven't ever tried to find you?” he asks, and I finally breathe.
“No,” I tell him shortly. I want to leave it at that, but no luck.
“No? That's it. There's not even a slight chance?”
“No,” I say again and shrug as he sighs loudly, running a hand down his face.
“Bunny, I don't necessarily believe that. I think your past might have something to do with our problems now, and I plan to find out whether you want me to or not.”
“I handled that a long time ago,” I say quietly. I know I’ve already told him this story, or part of it at least, but I need him to just believe me.
“I need more than that, baby girl.”
“Can’t you just leave it alone? We are finally happy. We have our family, and we can just move on,” I beg one last time, hopin’ and prayin’ he does, even though I know it’s a losing battle. When this man gets his mind set on something he feels passionately about, there is no stopping him. And in this case, it’s me, and if I know one thing… he’s pretty passionate about yours truly.
“You know I can’t do that, Bunny. That’s not the man I am. I want to keep you safe. No, I need to keep you safe,” he says softly while brushing the strands of hair back out of my face. I sigh heavily, knowing that would be the answer I received, but still, I had to ask.
“You won’t like what you find down that road. Some things are just meant to be left in the past, honey,” I whisper, trying one last time.
“They hurt you, bunny. No one gets to go on about their lives in peace after they put their hands on you.”
“And I told you that I handled it,” I say, knowing it’s fallin’ on deaf ears. He’s going to have to see for himself before he can let this go. Maybe he'll be able to live with it… like I have.
“I set out in the morning,” he says and I just kiss his chest and nod.