Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Daniel
Rosie eases off my lap, her gaze wary. “We should go back to the suite.”
I catch her around the waist and pull her back, this time sitting the other way. Her round little ass is all I’ve ever wanted, apparently. I am a deeply satisfied man.
But I must also be a patient man, and she needs to be a patient girl. “This isn’t over. It’s just the beginning. You know that, right?”
She nods.
“Good.” I squeeze her hips, then run my hands up her belly and maul her tits for a second. God, she feels good, and I tell her that.
Then I pat her bum. “It’s bedtime, though.”
She rolls her eyes at me and smiles, mollified a little.
I see you, Rosie. She can’t quite believe this is happening.
But I saw an opening, and I took it. I’m not a man who is afraid to go after what I want. I follow her out of the water, guarding her as she puts on her robe and slides her delicate little feet into her flip-flops.
I take her hand and walk around the long pool area to where I left my gym bag. I pull on a T-shirt then point to the entrance I used near the gym.
“This place is massive,” she says as we wait for the elevator. We need to go down to the mezzanine level, then up to the other tower to get to my suite.
Too fucking far away. I want her in my arms again.
When the elevator arrives, we have it all to ourselves. I press her against the wall and kiss her again. She’s fucking little, a soft, curvy plaything I want to toy with for hours.
The ding indicating we’ve arrived on the main concourse level means I only had twenty seconds.
Not nearly long enough.
The doors slide open—
“Dad!” Melanie squeals and throws her arms in the air. “We’re going for nachos, do you—Oh! Rosie! I texted you. . .” Mel trails off, taking in the fact that we’re both fresh from the pool.
“Look who I found at the pool,” Rosie says with a confident gush. “Your old man.”
She’s going to pay for that.
I grunt.
“Do you want to come with us? We can come to your room while you get changed,” Mel offers.
My ears start to burn.
“Nah, I’m good.” Rosie slips past me. “Night, everyone. I’m exhausted from my swim.”
Leaving me standing with an erection to cover up with my gym bag.
“Don’t forget to moisturize!” Mel calls after her. Then she turns her gaze to me. “Dad? How about it?”
“Nachos sound great,” I hear myself saying. No, they don’t. Fucking hell. “But I’m. . . I don’t have anything to wear. So I’ll pass, too.”
She frowns. “Okay.”
“Don’t forget our breakfast date, sweetheart. Bright and early.”
“Yep.”
By the time I get to the other elevators, Rosie’s long gone. I call another one and exhale in relief.
That was close.
There will be a time for me to sit Mel down and tell her how I feel about Rosie. Tonight is not that time.
Upstairs, the hallway is quiet. So is the suite, when I let myself in. But after a moment, I hear a shower on. Two steps inside, I realize it’s my shower.
And the erection is back.
I drop my gym bag and peel out of my damp clothes in the doorway of my room. The bathroom door is ajar, and I hear singing.
Singing.
In my shower.
I nudge the door open and lean against the frame, then wrap my hand around my cock. She’s gorgeous.
Not that the bikini left a lot to the imagination, but her curves are more obvious when she’s all the way naked. Even with steam in between us.
Her belly curves down to dark curls. When she turns around, the roundness of her plump, perfect ass makes me grit my teeth to keep from moaning. Her thick thighs taper down to those delicate calves she wrapped around my back, and her feet are dancing around in a circle—
“Daniel,” she gasps.
I just keep stroking. “Invited yourself in?”
“I wasn’t sure if you’d think to join me in mine. . .” She crooks her finger. “And we need to wash off the chlorine.”
I join her. “And then moisturize, apparently.”
She laughs. “Bridesmaid rule #74: no dry skin in photos.”
“Her old man wasn’t given that same instruction.” I haul her up against me and kiss her mouth hard. She tastes like joy. Like youthful freedom.
“Sorry about that. I was thinking on the fly,” she pants when I let her go.
“Something tells me you’re not going to stop making the old man jokes any time soon.”
“They give me a certain thrill.”
“I’ll give you a certain thrill.” I haul her up onto my thigh, rubbing my cock against her hip at the same time.
“Mmm. . .” She grinds her pussy against me but then wriggles out of my grasp.
And slides to her knees in front of me.
I groan. “No, Rosie. Let me make you feel good again, first.”
She pouts up at me. “But I’ve never given someone a blow job before.”
This is a dream. I’m going to wake up and be all the fuck alone.
She leans in and presses her forehead to my hip. “Please, Daniel. Let me taste you.”
Her gaze locks on my cock. To where I’m hard for her, and as she continues to stare, I get harder. My cock has never been this thick. The veins are pulsing, the skin stretched to the limit as my whole body throbs, churning seed for her. It beads at the crown, a pearly first taste.
I stroke her jaw, guiding her to open her mouth. “Then who am I to deny you?”
I feel her breath first, then her tongue. An inquisitive, eager swipe, then a slower slurp. Both make me rock forward on my feet, and I have to catch myself.
First time.
Wrapping my fingers around the base, I milk more of that seed for her. “This is all for you.”
“It tastes good.” She licks her lip. “Better than I imagined.”
“You thought about this?”
She blushes and ducks her face.
“Uh uh.” I catch her chin and lift her head again. “No hiding. I like that.”
She licks her lips then resumes her exploration of my cock. Her mouth goes all the way around the head, then back to lick. Another test of taking a mouthful, then a lick.
Pre-come is flowing freely for her now. I’m slick enough I could haul her up and fuck her into the wall. There would be no stopping me as I thrust into her.
My body is primed to flood her with my seed.
A feeling I never thought I’d have again.
My Rosie.
She’s getting the hang of it now, taking more of me and not pulling all the way off after each eager bob.
I make sure she knows I like everything she’s doing because it’s barreling in the right direction. “God, your mouth. So hot and slick. Lick me again, baby. Show me your tongue. Show me where you want my come.”
Her eyes go wide, and she swallows half of me again, her lips stretched wide around my fat length. It’s fucking crude, the look of my ruddy erection jammed in her mouth and making her throat bulge.
And she loves it. She’s moaning around me now, her tongue working. Her hands brace on my hips for balance, and she blinks up at me.
Like this?
I nod. Yes, baby girl. Just like that.
It’s a smile that undoes me. She tries to smile around my cock and gags a little, then catches my cock with a hand and finds her pace again.
So fucking happy.
I brush my thumb against the corner of her mouth and let my eyelids hood, let the heat of the shower and erotic display of Rosie on her knees sweep me over the edge. “Is this where you want it? You want to taste what you do to me?”
She bobs her head. Yes.
“Fuck, your face is just so—Uhhh—I’m coming. Coming down your fucking throat. Jesus.”
I bite my lip as my cock pulses against her teeth and the top of her throat, my balls churning heavy spurts for her. Too much for her to handle, and she slides off, covering her mouth with her hand.
My come slides between her fingers as she stares up at me.
I stroke her cheek, run my touch over her throat, then peel her hand away. “Good girl,” I mutter, feeling utterly spent. “You sucked my fucking soul out, didn’t you? Show me.”
She shudders and opens her mouth. Then sticks out her tongue.
I crush her to my body, stroking her hair as she laughs into my hip.
We rinse off, then get out of the shower and towel off. Rosie dutifully gets the moisturizer when I remind her about it, and she lets me apply it to every inch of her.
When I finish, I lay a lazy spank on her little bottom. Her round peach of an ass, firm with a bit of jiggle.
Mouthwatering.
I bring my hand down again and, this time, take hold of her, my fingers sinking into the warm space between her cheeks. She’s smooth and slick, and, as I push my fingers lower, toward her front, absolutely wet for me.
I stroke the soft pout of her pussy lips, the off-limits baby-soft skin, and listen to the way my touch changes her breathing.
“On the bed,” I order, and she jumps to obey.
I love how she looks stretched out for me. Her tits are round and jiggly, more so than her ass, and her curves spill down to a V of dark curls on her mound. I press my nose to them and breathe her in, then nudge her legs apart so I can stroke her bare pussy lips.
She’s so fucking soft, impossibly soft. For a little thing, she’s lush and warm and solid, all flesh and slick perfection.
Her body is begging to be violated.
I duck my head to her breast and suck one nipple deep into my mouth. The sounds she makes as she tightens her fingers in my hair are unholy.
Nnhhh. It’s a whiny sound, a begging noise. It makes my hands tighten on her ass, my fingers shoving deeper between her legs.
She’s so fucking wet.
I strain with the need to shove her down and mount her. To slap my fat cock against her near-virgin cunt, then press into her as I watch her face.
It would be brutal.
Her sweet little innocent expression would fall away as I sear her from the inside out.
I shouldn’t fuck her. Third base is violation enough.
But as soon as I think that, I’m filled with a vicious rage. The thought of another between her legs drives me mad.
No fumbling boy should ever have this chance again. He wouldn’t do right by her. And another grown man?
My Rosie?
I couldn’t handle that.
She’s mine. I just need to tame my urges long enough to make it sweet for her.
Hard to remember when she tastes like me, the way I marked her mouth.