Chapter Sixteen
Tilly
It’s dark, and the full moon is filtering in through the shades as I lie against Tucker’s solid chest, breathing him in, his T-shirt tangling around me as I lift my leg up onto his.
“You should leave before morning. I really don’t want you here when this asshole shows up.” He tickles my back softly as he talks, and though I’m trying to keep my eyes open, they’re fluttering closed.
“It’s so romantic how you keep telling me to leave,” I laugh under my breath and weave my fingers through the hair on his chest. “I’m not going.”
“I thought I made the rules.”
“That’s an illusion,” I say, kissing his stomach gently. “Should we talk about that now or later?”
He shakes his head and spanks my ass gently before squeezing. “You’re a pain.”
“Yup! Better get used to it. I’m pretty sure I get worse.”
“Worse?” he groans. “Worse how? I thought you were a sweet, little, small-town nurse who drove stick and was desperate to obey my every command?”
I laugh harder this time. “For sure, for sure… Daddy. That’s exactly who I am. Also,” I sit up from the bed and climb onto his thick frame, “sometimes I like disobeying.”
“That wasn’t part of the plan.”
“I know,” I sigh and breathe in the warm cedar on his chest, “but I can’t help myself. I love the punishments too much.”
“Then I’ll stop punishing you. If you disobey, your punishment is no more punishments.”
“I might completely rebel then. Who knows… I’m sort of a wild card.” My tone is flirty and light, and though we just fucked two hours ago in his truck and the world is set to get crazy come sunlight, I’m hungry for more.
He growls low under his breath and flips me onto my back, his heavy, hot heat hovering over me. “I’ll have to pick a punishment you don’t like.”
“I like them all.” I grin, staring up into his dark gaze. “That’s the problem. I can’t think of a single one I’d hate.”
He pauses for a moment as though he’s thinking this through. “What if I don’t let you come?”
I stare up at him, unblinking. I wouldn’t like that punishment at all, though I don’t want to tell him that.
“Please!” I grin. “I’d love that one too.”
“Oh yeah?” He smiles slowly and lands his hand against my panties, the pressure from his palm eager against my already soaking pussy. “Prove it. Show me how unaffected you’d be if I kept you from this orgasm.”
His fingers slip behind the wet cotton of my panties and onto my sticky, swollen clit. I jump and grip the sheets as he twists in circles and resituates in front of me.
“Jesus Christ, you smell excited.” He leans between my legs, his hot breath on my pussy until all at once he’s stabbing his tongue into my hole while he rubs my clit between his fingers.
“Oh my God,” I moan and grind up against his beard, “don’t stop!”
He pulls away and growls. “That’s the point, princess. I get you to the edge, and I leave you there. Punishment for what you’ve done.”
“What do I need to be punished for?” I whine and thrust my hips upward again. “You’re the one that needs to be punished. You’ve been making bad decisions.”
“Is that right?”
I nod and climb over his massive frame to straddle his hard, waiting cock.
“Yeah, that’s right. You’re the one that’s been naughty, so I’m going to ride this cock again, I’m going to come, and I’m going to leave you high and dry.
” My soaking pussy is already sliding down over his massive dick as I speak.
It’s different in the bed. We have more room here.
Plus, sprawled out like this, I’m able to take his length deeper.
“Good Lord,” I moan, bouncing and grinding slowly. “You’re huge.”
“You better stop talking like that or I’ll come in that little pussy again, and you’ll be begging me to bring it back, but I won’t because I’ll be too satisfied.”
I shake my head and hide a grin. “You think you can come faster than me?”
“Watching you bounce like that,” he grips my hips and pushes me back and forth faster, “makes me so fucking hard.”
I toss a pillow over his face. “Then don’t look.”
He throws it off, his jaw locking as he bounces me harder, his rough hands scraping against my hips as I move. “Fuck that. I’m gonna blow.”
The sopping wet sounds of this feral display of sexual energy echo through the room, and soon I’m lost. I can’t see straight, and I can’t think. The only thing that matters is this grinding pressure that’s building, and I need his hot seed filling me up.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he growls and thrusts upward into me. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I stutter, weaving my fingers through the hair on his chest as I bounce. “I’m all yours, Daddy.”
A second later, a growl works its way up his throat, and he empties inside of me. Full and loud, heavy and hard, every muscle in his body contracting as he comes. “Jesus Christ, princess. That’s right. You’re mine!”
It doesn’t take a second longer for my own body to convulse. First my thighs, then my hips, then every other muscle as I soak is hard cock and ride out the end of my orgasm, eyes squeezed shut.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I wanted to stop you from getting that, but you looked so damn good.”
I collapse forward onto his chest and sigh. “Next time.”
“Next time.” He kisses my head gently as I slide off his dick and tuck in next to him for the night, thoughts of a call I shouldn’t have made before we laid down on my mind, until I fall asleep in his big, strong arms.