Chapter 7
seven
Jefferson
“Did you buy out the whole boutique?” Benton laughs from the couch he’s casually lounging on. His body not as tense as it was when I left.
“I wasn’t sure of her size or what she would like, so I bought her a little bit of everything.” I glance down at my hands and the numerous shopping bags lining my arms. “I hope I got her everything she needs.”
“Why don’t you go in there and find out? She’s in the shower, but I’m pretty sure she won’t mind if you join her. She said she wanted all of her Daddies.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I growl, stepping closer to him. My control is on the verge of snapping. Since we met her, all I can think about is making her my baby girl. “If this is some kind of joke, it’s not funny.”
“Settle down. It’s not a joke. She needed help with the tiny buttons on the back of her gown.
She asked me to help her, and one thing led to another, and we had sex.
” I growl at his words, unsure what I’m mad at—but knowing I need to see her, touch her.
“For some reason, she’s picked us to want to be with.
Now go in there and be nice. If we play our cards right, we can make her ours for the rest of her life. ”
Benton is right, we need to make sure she stays with us.
Cautiously, I open her bedroom door and hear the shower running in her bathroom.
I’m unsure if she left her bathroom door open as an invitation or not.
I set the bag of clothes and other items on her bed and strip out of my clothes praying that Benton isn’t messing with me and that Kendall really isn’t interested in the three of us.
With the same caution as before, I push the bathroom door the rest of the way open and walk in. My eyes instantly go to the steamy glass of the shower.
“Here goes nothing.” I pull open the shower door with a click and step into the shower.
“Finally.” Kendall wraps her arms around my neck. “I was starting to turn into a prune--it was taking you so long.”
“We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” I bend down and place my lips to hers. She tastes like everything I’ve ever craved in my life and more.
The warm water gently flows over our bodies as we continue to make out like a couple of teenagers. While she might only be a few years out of being a teenager, it’s been years since I was one.
She maneuvers her body, trying to straddle my cock. I help her get situated, and she begins to ride my cock outside of her body. Her pussy slides along my length as she gets herself off. She breaks our kiss, throwing her head back as she rides me faster.
“That’s it, come all over Daddy’s cock.”
Her body stiffens in my arms, making me wonder if I’ve taken things too far. I know Benton told me she wanted us to be her Daddies, but maybe I pushed too fast, too hard.
She bites her bottom lip, her eyes focused on mine. “Yes, Daddy.” She purrs before continuing to ride me.
Her body tightens as the first wave of an orgasm floods her body. I take the opportunity to lift one of her legs over my hip and slam into her, letting her feel me inside of her as she comes.
“Yes, Jefferson!” She shouts, her body pulsing as I thrust deeper and harder into her welcoming heat.
It’s a shit move to take her so hard and fast, but I can’t hold out, needing to feel her come undone around me.
Sliding my hand between our bodies, I find the little pearl of lust begging to be touched. I run my fingers back and forth over it as I bottom out deeper and deeper inside of her.
As her body surrenders to me one more time, I wrap her other leg around my other hip as she clamps her legs around me and take her deeper and deeper until we’re both crying out our release.
Once we stop shaking, I slide her down my body, loving the feel of every inch of her pressed against me.
I make sure she is steady on her feet and grab the bottle of luxury shampoo the hotel stocks in the showers.
I squeeze some into my hand before setting it back on the ledge and begin to wash her hair.
“Mmm. That feels nice.” She runs her hands across my stomach and down a little lower to where she brushes the tip of my penis.
“None of that.” I scold, grabbing her hand in mine. “I need to get you cleaned for Daddy Mitchell. Are you going to be a good girl and let me?”
She sticks out her bottom lip in a cute little pout. “Will you spank me if I don’t listen?” The gleam in her eyes tells me all I need to know—she’s going to give us a run for our money.