Chapter 49
DANIEL
If Melly wasn’t so fucking, insanely hot, I might think I had premature ejaculation issues. One kiss, one feel of her soft body pressed into mine and I was ready to come.
She had her hands around the back of my head, pulling me down, holding me in place as she kissed the hell out of me. I scented that cherry lip gloss, felt her tits pressing against my stomach.
I let my hands roam to her ass, cupped it. Squeezed it.
Yeah, that was the perfect ass I remembered.
I pulled back. “I need inside you. Now.”
My words weren’t gentle. My tone was harsh. My breathing was ragged and if she didn’t know me, she might be afraid.
But this was Melly. Three days together and she knew me as well as my brothers. She might not know I was allergic to blueberries, but she got me.
“Hurry,” she breathed, her hands going to my belt buckle.
I parried her hands away so I could get my dick out faster.
“Turn around,” I said.
While the space seemed fairly clean, this was an airport bathroom. I wasn’t bending her over anything.
As soon as she took a good peek at my dick, how I gripped the base and gave it one good pump, she spun within the limited confines I gave her.
Pushing her long sweater to the side, I tugged down her leggings and panties at one go to mid-thigh.
The sweater swung back in place, covering her. I grabbed it again and pressed it against her hand. “Here.”
She took it, held the bottom up as she pressed her palms against the steel door. Just to the right of her face was the plastic holder with the initialed cleaning schedule.
“Shit. I don’t have a condom,” I said as I cupped her perfect ass, then pulled it back toward me.
“IUD.” She wiggled and gave me a little glimpse of her pussy. “I’m clean. Hurry.”
“Me, too. But the contract.”
“Fuck the contract, Daniel. And me.” She reached back, took hold of my dick and I hissed.
“Now.”
I couldn’t help but grin. I had at least a hundred pounds on her. More than a foot of height. But she was telling me and my dick what to do.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I had to bend my knees and discovered it wasn’t going to work. Wrapping an arm about her waist, I hoisted her up and positioned her just right. Then I lowered her down onto me.
“FUCK!” I growled, my head in the crook of her neck. This, right here, was what I’d been looking for. I had a huge house. A successful business. An independent grown son. A family. But I never felt like I had a home. A person that I could get lost in.
How the fuck was it little Melly Harwood? I had no idea. But she was it. She was home. Being with her, being in her, was where I belonged.
“Daniel!” she cried, squirming. Her feet were off the ground and she had no purchase. All she could do was put her hands on the door and be fucked.
“Take it, sweet girl. I told you it might be a little much, but you can do it.”
I pulled back, thrust deep.
Fuck. FUCK! She felt so good. Bare, I could feel her heat. How wet she was. I could feel every little clench and squeeze.
“Harder,” she begged. Or demanded.
I pulled back, slammed into her.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw motion. It was us in the mirror over the sink. I could see my dick pulling out of her, all shiny and wet from her.
“Reach down. Play with your clit. You’re going to milk the cum from my balls like a good girl.”
Her little fingers were frantic as she worked herself. I was sweating and breathing hard, trying not to come yet.
Her muscles gave little squeezes, her thighs clenched, and I knew she was about to come. I took her hard, slamming us against the door, my torso bumping into her hand.
“Daniel,” she whimpered, her head thrown back, glasses askew. Her inner walls clenched and milked me so damned good.
I came with a roar, a slap of my hand on the door and one last deep thrust into her.
I came and came and fuck me, came some more.
When I was no longer blind, I lowered Melly to her feet, then pulled out.
My cum slipped from her in a gush, sliding down her thighs and a few thick drops fell to the tile floor. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
I’d never once, not ever, taken a woman bare.
There was no going back. Not with condoms, not with Melly.
I marked her.
She was mine.