10. Shane
Ten
Shane
I hold Sadie close until my cock softens and begins to slip out of her. She’s half asleep against me, curled into my shoulder, her pillowy lips parted. She stirs as I fall all the way out, blinking at me, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.
I’m mesmerized by her. She’s so fucking beautiful. She’s perfection.
I press a quick kiss to her forehead and then ease out of bed. “Be right back. Stay there, sunshine.”
She laughs softly. “As if I could move right now.”
I head into the ensuite bathroom and wet a soft cloth with warm water. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, and I can’t stop the grin from spreading across my face. My hair is a mess from Sadie’s hands, and I can see little scratches emerging on my shoulders. I glance down and see that my cock is covered in a light pink cream—my come tinged with her virgin blood. My balls pulse at the visual evidence of what we just did, and I quickly clean myself up, eager to get back to Sadie.
“Spread your legs, sunshine,” I say as I step back into the bedroom. She rolls onto her back and does as she’s asked, giving me the view of a fucking lifetime. Her little pussy is bright pink, swollen and leaking come. Fucking hell. I sit on the edge of the bed and carefully wipe the cloth over her thighs, her stomach, her cunt, cleaning up the mess we made. She moans softly as I swipe the cloth over her clit, cleaning her thoroughly. Her pussy pulses, and more come drips out of her. This time, instead of wiping it away, I gather it up on my finger and carefully, gently, push it back inside her.
Because she’s perfect, Sadie moans and spreads her legs wider, keeping herself open while I massage that come into her pussy.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask. It hadn’t occurred to me in the heat of the moment. I was to wrapped up in getting inside her to stop and think about it.
She licks her lips and meets my eyes. “Nope.”
The knowledge that I might’ve just fucked a baby into Sadie is like fireworks going off inside of me.
I toss the cloth into the hamper and then climb back onto the bed, pulling Sadie into my arms, stroking one hand over her gently rounded, feminine stomach. She hums softly, cuddling into me.
“You know,” I say, my voice a low rumble, “If we made a baby tonight, I’d be really fucking happy about it.”
Sadie tilts her head back to look at me, the candlelight flickering, making her gray eyes look like molten silver. “Yeah?”
I nod, my thumb tracing circles on the soft skin of her hip. “Yeah. The thought of you round and beautiful with my baby inside you…fuck,” I groan. I kiss her neck, her shoulder, her soft lips. “I’d love it.”
She bites her lip, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “I love the idea of having your baby, Shane.”
“You’d be such a good mom. You’re so sweet and patient, so smart and kind.” She looks like she could cry with happiness, so I kiss her, soft and sweet. “But we have time, baby girl. We can wait until after graduation, until you’re ready. Because I’m not going anywhere. I love you, Sadie.” It still feels completely surreal that I get to say those words to her.
I kiss her again, slow and deep this time, pouring everything I’m feeling into it. She kisses me back, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of the sweetness of her mouth.
We kiss and touch, completely unhurried, lost in each other. Already, her hips are starting to shift restlessly on the bed. My little minx.
I slip my hand between her thighs and stroke her gently. I don’t miss the way she winces at my touch.
“How about a bath?” I say, running my hand over her hip and up her back. “Might help with the soreness.”
She grins at me, her eyes twinkling. “Sounds perfect, Daddy.”
Fuck, the way I get off on taking care of my girl. Looking after her is the most powerful aphrodisiac I’ve ever experienced.
I kiss her once more before sliding off the bed and heading back into the bathroom. In one corner, there’s a massive walk-in shower—one where I plan to make Sadie’s dirty fantasy about me shaving her cute little pussy come true tomorrow morning—and underneath a large window is a deep soaker tub. I don’t use it much, but I’m glad it’s here now. I turn on the faucet, adjusting the temperature until it’s just right and steam rises from the water.
I head back to the bedroom and scoop Sadie into my arms, carrying her like she’s my bride.
She will be. Soon, if I have anything to say about it.
She giggles and loops her arms around my neck, nuzzling her face into me. I carefully set her into the tub, shut off the water, and then slip in behind her, pulling her back against my chest.
Sadie sighs happily and sinks down a little further. “This feels so good,” she says, and I murmur my agreement. I grab a soft sponge, add a bit of soap, and start running it over her breasts, her stomach, her thighs.
“I’m going to smell like you,” she says. “Like your soap.”
“Good.” I know I’m being a fucking caveman, but I can’t seem to help myself. I want her to smell like me. I want to mark her as mine in as many ways as possible—with my scent on her skin, my marks on her body, my come in her pussy.
My ring on her finger.
My baby in her belly.
I tease the sponge over her perfect little nipples and she tips her head back against me, her eyes fluttering closed.
“That feels so good,” she whispers. I kiss her temple, her shoulder, her neck.
“I love taking care of you, Sadie girl. You’re mine now, and I’m gonna take care of you every single day.”
She angles her head so she can press a kiss to my jaw. “You’re going to spoil me.”
I grin. “Positively rotten, sunshine.”
I keep stroking the sponge over her skin, gently working it between her thighs. She lets out a small hiss at the contact.
“I know, baby girl. I know you’re sore. I’m sorry.”
She turns, moving so that she’s straddling me, sending water sloshing around in the tub.
“I’m sore, but it was very, very worth it, Shane. Don’t be sorry. I loved every second of it.”
Christ, she’s so sweet. She’s the one who’s sore, who just gave me the most beautiful, precious gift, and she’s reassuring me . I’m pretty sure I don’t deserve her, but god, I’m going to try to be worthy of her every damn day.
We kiss and talk, curled around each other, steam filling the air around us. She asks me about my playing days, about the highlights of my career. She tells me funny stories from when she was a kid, and while she talks, her fingers trace idle patterns on my chest. I’m sated and blissfully relaxed, and I feel completely disconnected from reality.
Until the subject of Lilah comes up. Sadie mentions her in passing as she’s telling me about school, and I feel her little body tense up against mine.
“What to tell Lilah is weighing on you, isn’t it?” I ask, brushing a damp curl off of her neck.
She sighs. “I just…feel terrible keeping such a big secret from her.”
“I don’t like keeping her in the dark either. But right now, with your internship, it’s for the best if we keep a low profile. Just for another few weeks.”
“I know. Because if we became public knowledge…” She trails off, her lip caught between her teeth.
“There’d be fallout. And I’m not gonna let that happen to you.” I kiss her, and I can tell by the way she hungrily kisses me back that she’s starting to forget about how sore I made her. “Once your internship’s over, we’ll tell everyone, starting with Lilah.” I stroke her hair, and her eyes meet mine. “I want everyone to know you’re mine, Sadie girl. I don’t want to hide you away.”
She bites her lip again, and I gently pull it out from between her teeth.
“What is it?” I ask, frowning slightly.
She shakes her head. “Um…just thinking about how I’m going to tell my dad that I’m dating someone only a few years younger than him. He can be…very stern and kinda scary when he wants to be.”
I chuckle softly. “I can handle your dad, baby girl. And once he sees how happy I make you, how much I love you, I’m willing to bet he’ll come around.” I think back to when I found out about Lilah and Kincaid, and while I didn’t like it at first, part of what helped me to accept their relationship was seeing the way Kincaid looks at her with utter devotion in his eyes. And yes, he’s older than her, but he’s also a stand-up guy, and I know he’ll look after her. I know he’d rather chew off his right arm than do anything to ever hurt Lilah.
I’m sure they’ll both have a few choice words for me when this all comes out, given my initial reaction to their relationship. Honestly, I’ll deserve it. I’m not proud of my initial reaction. And I’ll happily take it, knowing it means I’ve got Sadie.
“I love you, Shane,” she whispers, and I slide my hands into her hair, kissing her deeply. She moans into my mouth, her hips moving in my lap. Her breasts press against my chest, and I savor the way all of her soft curves seem to yield to me. Her nipples are hard little points, and my cock is throbbing. I’m hard again, and I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop myself from fucking her again tonight, even though I shouldn’t.
“I feel like I’m addicted to you,” she says softly, her pussy rubbing against my cock. “To this. Us. I’m going to turn into one of those pleasure rats.”
I arch an eyebrow at her. “Pleasure rats?”
She laughs. “It’s from a famous psychological study. Researchers found that rats loved the stimulation of the pleasure center of their brain so much that they’d press the button to trigger the reaction thousands of times a day, sometimes forgetting to eat and drink. All they cared about was getting more of that sweet, sweet dopamine.”
I’m both amused and turned on at how freaking smart my girl is.
“I’ll make sure to feed you and keep you hydrated,” I promise. “I won’t let you turn into a pleasure rat, even if I’m just as addicted to you.”
“You are?” she asks, her eyes soft. The water around us is starting to cool, the steam dissipating.
“Mmmhmm,” I rumble, kissing her neck. “The things I want to do to you tonight…”
“Tell me. Please, Daddy,” she whispers, hips moving again.
I kiss her, hot and deep. She has no idea the power she holds over me when she calls me Daddy. I’d burn down the world for her if she asked.
“I want to eat your pretty cunt until you scream my name. Until you’re so sensitive that you beg me to stop. I want to kiss your cute little asshole. I want to come all over your gorgeous tits. I shouldn’t, but I want to fuck you again. I need back inside that gorgeously tight pussy. Need to feel you gripping me as you come on my cock.”
She gasps, her hips grinding against me beneath the water. I slip my hand between her thighs, stroking her softly. She whimpers and nods, bucking into my touch. I kiss her again. I kiss her until we’re both panting and clutching at each other.
“I want all of that. I want to spend all night doing exactly that,” she says, and I groan. Maybe I spoke too soon. Maybe we’ll turn into pleasure rats after all.
I stand, and then help her out of the tub, water running off of us in rivulets. Once we’re dried off, I scoop her up into my arms, carrying her back to my bed where I make good on all of my dirty promises.
Every. Single. One.