16. Mason
Mason
Oh, fuck.
The sight of Riley on her knees in front of me in the steamy shower is enough to test every ounce of control I’ve got left in my body.
Hot water cascades over both of us, drumming against my shoulders and back in a steady rhythm that mixes with the pounding of my heart.
Steam fills the small space. My cock’s rock hard in her small hand, throbbing heavily as she wraps her fingers around the base and leans forward.
Her lips brush the tip first, soft and tentative, pressing a gentle kiss right there where I’m leaking for her. The touch is electric. A groan tears from my throat, bouncing off the tile walls while her warm breath washes over my sensitive head.
“Fuck, baby,” I rasp out. “Look at you. On your knees for Daddy. You’ve got no idea how long I’ve fucking wanted this pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.”
She looks up at me through the falling water, those blue eyes wide and full of innocent hunger.
The sight makes my balls tighten. Then she opens her mouth and takes the head inside, her tongue swirling slowly around it.
The wet heat is incredible. I hiss through my teeth, one hand coming to rest gently on the back of her head, fingers threading through her wet hair.
“That’s it,” I growl, watching her lips stretch around me. “Suck on it, little one. Taste how hard you make Daddy. Been aching for you since the moment I carried you into this cabin.”
Riley moans around my cock, the vibration shooting straight down my shaft and making my hips jerk forward slightly.
She takes more of me, her mouth hot and wet and eager, sliding down inch by inch.
The feeling is pure heaven. Tight. Slick.
Her tongue presses against the underside as she works me, sucking with surprising skill for someone so innocent.
Water streams down her face and over her breasts, making her skin glisten.
Her nipples are tight and pink, and begging for my attention.
“God damn,” I groan, my fingers tightening in her hair but not pushing. “Your mouth feels so fucking good. So warm and wet. Look at those pretty lips stretched around Daddy’s thick cock. You’re doing so well, baby. Taking me like you were made for it.”
She bobs her head faster, taking me deeper each time, her hand stroking the base where her mouth can’t reach.
The wet sounds of her sucking mix with the spray of the shower, obscene and perfect.
Her saliva drips down my shaft, mixing with the water.
My balls draw up tight, heavy and aching.
Every swirl of her tongue, every gentle suck, pushes me closer to the edge.
“Fuck yeah,” I growl, voice strained. “Just like that. Suck Daddy’s cock, Riley. You look so beautiful on your knees with my dick in your mouth. Been dreaming about this. About filling this sweet mouth and watching you swallow every drop.”
She whimpers around me, the sound vibrating through my length.
Her free hand slides up my thigh and cups my balls gently, rolling them in her palm.
The added sensation nearly makes my knees buckle.
Pleasure coils tight at the base of my spine, building fast and intense.
I’m so fucking close already, too close.
But I don’t want to finish like this.
I pull her off gently but firmly, my cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop. She looks up at me, lips swollen and shiny, eyes dazed with lust. Strings of saliva connect her mouth to my throbbing dick. The sight is filthy and beautiful.
“Enough,” I rasp, breathing hard. “I need to be inside you.”
I lift her up again, this time turning her around and bending her over in the shower.
Her hands brace against the tile wall as hot water rains down on her back.
I spread her legs wider with my foot, admiring the way her ass looks presented for me, pink and perfect.
My hands grip her hips, thumbs stroking the soft skin there.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I say, lining my cock up with her entrance. “I’ll try to be gentle, but I’ve got to fuck this tight little pussy.”
She pushes back against me, eager and needy. “Please, Daddy. I want you inside me.”
I push forward slowly, the head of my cock stretching her open. She’s still so wet from earlier, hot and slick, but so incredibly tight. Inch by inch I sink into her, groaning at the way her walls grip me like a velvet fist. The feeling is overwhelming. Hot. Wet. Perfect.
“Fuck, baby,” I growl, bottoming out with a deep thrust. “You feel so good. So tight around Daddy’s cock. This sweet pussy was made for me. Taking every inch like a good fucking girl.”
Riley moans loudly, the sound echoing in the shower. I start to move, slow deep strokes at first, letting her adjust to my size. The water makes everything slippery, running down her back and between us. I reach around and rub her clit with two fingers, feeling her clench around me.
“That’s it,” I praise, voice rough. “Take Daddy’s cock. Let me fuck this sweet pussy the way it needs. You’re so wet for me. Dripping down my balls.”
I pick up the pace, thrusting harder, the slap of wet skin on skin mixing with the sound of the shower. Her moans grow louder, breathier. I grip her hips tighter, pulling her back onto me with every stroke.
“You like that?” I growl, leaning over her back so my mouth is near her ear. “Like Daddy fucking you hard in the shower? Filling you up so deep?”
“Yes,” she gasps, pushing back to meet my thrusts. “Harder, Daddy. Please.”
I give her what she wants, slamming into her with powerful strokes. The pleasure builds fast and intense. Her walls flutter around me, squeezing tighter with every thrust. I reach around again, rubbing her clit in fast circles while I pound into her.
“Come for me,” I demand, voice dark and filthy. “Come on Daddy’s cock. Let me feel you milk me.”
She cries out, her pussy clamping down hard as she comes, pulsing and fluttering around my length.
The sensation pushes me right to the edge.
I thrust deep a few more times, then pull out and stroke myself fast, spilling across her back and ass with a deep groan.
Thick ropes of cum paint her skin, warm and sticky, mixing with the water running down her body.
I pull her up against me, holding her close as we both catch our breath. The water continues to rain down on us, washing us clean. I kiss her shoulder, her neck, her wet hair, my hands gentle now as I hold her.
“You’re mine,” I murmur against her skin. “No matter what happens when the storm ends.”
She leans back into me, soft and trusting, and for the first time in years I let myself believe that maybe I can keep her.