Chapter Sixteen #2
“Handy, that’ll pay some Rose Cottage bills.” Two hundred grand. Wow.
“And some.”
“So not a bad result for Galahad.”
“If we don’t count you getting shot, then no, not a bad result.
Dalton wants to come and see you. He was a wreck leaving you bleeding like that, went against all of his doctor instincts.
Made a few phone calls, though, apparently, knew which surgeon he wanted to operate on you and pulled in a favor. ”
“That was decent of him. And he should pat himself on the back. Whatever he wrapped around my belly to stop the bleeding kept me alive long enough to get me to surgery.”
“I’ll tell him that. Right, got to go. You take care, do what Amy tells you to.”
I laughed. As if. “Thanks for the call, Prof. See you all soon.”
I hung up as Amy arrived home. She had an M&S bag in her hand.
“Did you take your pills?” she asked.
“I did.”
“Good.” She put the bag on the counter and then started putting the shopping away.
The way her slender tanned arms moved so gracefully intrigued me, as did the way her blouse cinched in at the waist and showed just a hint of her cleavage. Her long legs were the stuff of wet dreams when she wore those denim shorts, and when she bent over to the freezer, I felt my cock stiffen.
“Hey, come over here,” I said.
She stood, then flattened the empty bag on the counter. “Do you need something?”
“Yeah, baby girl, I do.”
“What?”
“Come over here, don’t make me tell you three times.”
She paused, bit on her bottom lip, and surveyed me.
As the atmosphere in the room switched from domestic to sexy, my cock filled and strained against my boxers.
“Okay.” She walked toward me, catlike, stealthy, her eyelashes fluttering. “What do you need, Daddy?”
I tapped the seat on the sofa at my side. “Sit down.”
She did, the cushion dipping.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty today,” I said, holding the plait that hung over her left shoulder. “So pretty, and you’re so good at taking care of me.”
“I want to care for you.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.” She nodded.
“You wanna look after my cock as well?”
She hitched in a breath and swallowed. “Yes.”
I cupped myself over my sweats. “I’m so fucking hard right now.” I was no longer at a semi, I had a full-blown erection. “And I need you to do something about it.”
Her perfume filled my nose, and her body heat radiated onto my arm.
“I can do that.” She pushed my hand out of the way and palmed my length. Squeezed gently.
Yeah, that was it. We needed to finish what we’d started in the hospital. I wasn’t up for fucking yet, but I needed some damn relief. I needed Amy’s hands on me.
“Like this.” Impatience gripped me, and with effort, I lifted my hips and shoved at my sweats and boxers.
She helped, and soon my dick was jutting upward, greedy and desperate and demanding.
“Oh, Daddy,” she said hotly onto my cheek. “That appears to be painful.”
“It really fucking is.” I grabbed her hand and wrapped it around my length. “You know how I like it, so get on with it. Sort this out.”
She did, working me root to tip with steady, firm strokes and watching her own movements.
Jeez, I loved how obedient she was. Always wanting to please.
I let my head rest back on the pillow and closed my eyes. I wanted to revel in the sensation of pleasure instead of pain…just for a few minutes.
Her breathing picked up, and she used her other hand to cup my balls, playing with them, scraping her small pink nails over the delicate skin there.
“Ah yeah…” My belly tensed. My abdominal muscles didn’t feel great, but I ignored them. There were other things to concentrate on. “Like that, keep going.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck…” I groaned, and my cock twitched in her hand. I wanted to spurt but I didn’t want it to be over. This petite, pretty, strong woman had me wrapped around her little finger, she was all I wanted. The rest of the world faded away when I was with her, and when she touched me…I was in paradise.
I moaned and curled my toes on the carpet, gripped the arm of the chair.
“Are you going to come?” she asked, her lips moving against my cheek, her breast squashed into my arm. “Am I going to make you come like this, by doing this?” She grazed her thumb over my slit and then added her other hand to my shaft so she was jerking me off with both fists.
“Ah fuck.” I tried desperately to stay relaxed so I didn’t pull on my abs, but it was impossible. The pressure had built to the point of no return.
I held my breath, and my muscles turned to concrete. My balls retracted, and then the bliss overspilled and I released all of that pent-up longing and tension. My cum spurted into her waiting palm, and she used it as lube to keep working me.
I groaned, long and guttural, and let bright lights flash behind my closed eyes. The bliss was out of this world, a satisfaction that couldn’t be replicated any other way. My body felt like it was floating and shaking all at the same time. Jesus, it was good.
She was breathing almost as fast as me.
I caught her mouth in a kiss and wrapped my hand over hers, halting her movements. Our tongues tangled, and I took in her taste.
“Feel better?” she murmured.
“Hell yeah.” And not just physically. I was back in the saddle. Give it a few days and I’d bend her over and fuck her until she screamed my name in ecstasy.