Chapter 27
Sayla
He stayed.
Well, he cleaned me up and then he stayed.
I still wasn’t allowed to sleep on my side even though the doctor had given me the all clear.
But I did get to touch him. I got to feel that hair over his chest. Perhaps I had a fetish, but I couldn’t stop touching him.
His arm was locked beneath my shoulder and he reciprocated by playing with my chest.
Which was why I couldn’t sleep.
I wanted more.
Then again, I had to consider his declining testosterone levels.
He tugged on my nipple.
“Can’t sleep?” he mused.
“I wonder why,” I grumbled in the dark.
“If you need anything, just ask,” he said, cupping my breast.
“Some warm milk would be nice,” I said, grinning under the cover of darkness.
But then he pushed the covers off and moved to leave.
“No. I was joking,” I said, grabbing his hand from my breast.
He chuckled and settled back down.
Fine. He’d called my bluff.
“You know what I need,” I huffed.
“All you need to do is ask, Princess.”
I never used to initiate sex, but Asher was playful. He made everything easier.
“Please may I ride your dick, Daddy?”
Silence.
I almost reached for Pandora.
“Your rib. Too much effort,” he grunted. “How about if I ride you?”
I was still considering the logistics when he moved away and rolled me to my side.
His hands pulled me up until I realised what kind of ride he meant. He moved behind me and began to massage my buttocks, his fingers reaching places that made me blush. I dragged Pandora to my pillow and placed my head beside her.
“See? All you need to do is ask, Princess,” he murmured as his fingers dipped between my thighs.
There was no hiding what I needed.
None whatsoever.
His fingers circled my clit and I pushed back.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Here it comes, Princess,” he whispered.
It was hot and hard. The thick head parted me. My eyes fluttered shut. Somehow it seemed more illicit in the darkness.
I whispered his name.
He began to fill me up, but then paused to rock his hips. Small, shallow movements. When I tried to push back, he held me still.
“Beg for it, Princess. Show me how much you need it.”
I shuffled on the pillows, my breasts grazing across the soft sheets. His fingers moved between my thighs again.
“Please,” I gasped. “Please, Daddy, I need it. I need you inside me.”
He moved, his hips rocking harder, dragging that heavy cock back and forth.
“More?” he asked, grabbing my hips.
“Yes,” I hissed.
He leaned over me.
“Say it,” he growled, his face close to my ear. “Tell me you want it.”
“I—I want you,” I whispered. “Only you, Daddy.”
My Daddy Asher.
Yes.
Yes.
He grunted, hips snapping as he buried himself deeper, the stretch brutal, obscene. My thighs trembled as I felt impaled by him. Just the way I wanted. That burn. That ache.
He pulled back and drove into me with a brutal snap of his hips, the impact slamming through my body. My mouth fell open, nothing but broken moans spilling out as my eyes rolled back.
“Only me,” he snarled.
I nodded into the pillows.
The punishing blows never stopped. My body began to bounce with the momentum.
“You’ll come on my cock, Princess. Again and again,” he grunted.
His thrusts grew harder, deeper, until his balls slapped against my soaked pussy with every stroke. The sound was obscene, echoing with my gasps.
His hand slid down, fingers rough and merciless as they found my swollen clit. He circled once—slow, taunting—before grinding hard while he pounded me from behind.
“Dirty little Princess pussy,” he groaned. “So ripe. Fertile for Daddy.”
Somewhere in my mind, I knew it was wrong, but the feel of his hard cock pistoning in and out of me like a machine was all I wanted.
“Come for Daddy,” he roared. “Give it to me.”
The tension reached its peak and then shattered as I shrieked like a wild animal.
He didn’t stop. He fucked me through my orgasm.
Harder. Faster. Deeper.
All while he gripped my pussy, digging into my clit.
It was wild. It was messy. It was beautiful.
My muscles convulsed all around him. I clung to the pillows as the pleasure continued to snatch my breath from me.
When he came, he grabbed my shoulders and plunged into me as deep as he could. That’s when I realised I wasn’t on the pill anymore. I hadn’t been for the better part of six weeks.
It was too late. I felt him flooding my insides with his come.
Daddy Asher might become a Daddy again.
And I was still married to his son.
He groaned as more come spurted inside me.
His body covered mine, pressing me into the pillows and Pandora.
I could feel him jerk and twitch inside me. So thick and full. I clenched around him.
He exhaled.
“Forever,” he breathed.
If he wasn’t careful, I’d begin to believe in forever again.