38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
MARGERY
D addy had walked into the house with blood spattered all over his face. He quickly gave her a kiss on the lips before walking up the stairs to their room. Probably to take a shower.
She didn’t know what to think about him walking through the house covered in blood. Disgust? Arousal?
“How are you feeling, Marg?” Uncle Clinton asked.
She looked away from the stairs and back at Clinton. They were supposed to be playing Go Fish, but as Daddy walked in, she got distracted.
“Uhh, sorry. What number were you asking for?”
Margery felt bad. She was the one who had wanted to play this game, and yet she wasn’t playing right now. Her mind was on Daddy, and she couldn’t get it off.
Not when he walked in, dripping in someone else’s blood.
Margery clenched her thighs together. She shouldn’t be turned on right now, but she was. Margery knew who he had killed. The leader of the group who had threatened to come after her.
Daddy had once again killed for her.
“Why don’t you go up and check on your Daddy?” Uncle Clinton suggested.
“I’m really sorry,” she whispered. She didn’t let go of her cards, though. “We can continue to play.”
He waved his free hand in the air. “It’s okay. You go hang out with your Daddy. Make sure he’s okay. I’ll go.”
“I’m really sorry, Uncle Clinton.”
“Margery, there is no need to be sorry. Go. I’ll see myself out.”
Both of them stood, and she quickly gave Uncle Clinton a hug before walking up the stairs. She so badly wanted to run up them, but she knew Uncle Clinton would rat her out, and she didn’t want to get into trouble. Not when she had a plan.
Quietly, she walked into the bedroom and heard the shower on. Perfect. Margery started to strip out of her clothes as she walked toward the bathroom. There was no stopping her now. But as she was pulling her pants off, her leg got caught, and she went toppling over.
Strong arms wrapped around her. “Wow, careful, Little one.”
Margery turned her head and found Daddy holding her. “Hi, Daddy.”
“What are you doing?”
“I thought you were in the shower.” Her cheeks filled with color.
“I was about to get in. What are you doing?”
And now she felt silly. Margery wanted to surprise him in the shower, but she had ruined that.
“Marg.” Daddy sounded concerned.
She sighed. “I wanted to surprise you. I thought you were in the shower, so I was trying to get undressed.”
“How many times have I told you not to walk and take your clothes off at the same time? How many times have I saved you from falling flat on your face?”
“Too many times,” she huffed.
Daddy held her closer and kissed her temple. He still had blood on his face and hands, but she didn’t care.
“My clumsy Little girl,” he murmured against her head. “Daddy is going to have to keep a close eye on you.”
“But you love it,” She giggled.
“Oh, I do. Just means you don’t get away with as much.”
She groaned and pushed her face into his chest. Why did she have to say that? Now, she wouldn’t be able to get away with anything at all. Where was the fun in that?
Margery pulled her face out of Daddy’s chest and looked up at him. The blood had dried on his face.
“You got rid of the threat?” she whispered.
“I did, Little one. We found them, and we killed them. You’re safe. I’m always going to keep you safe. Anyone who harms you, threatens you, or looks at you the wrong way will have to deal with me.”
She closed her eyes. His protective side always made her stomach flip and her pussy tingle.
“Is my girl turned on?” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes,” she breathlessly replied .
Ethan let go of her and gave her bottom a tap. “Bathroom.”
She slowly walked toward the bathroom, swaying her hips even more than normal.
“Ooops.” She innocently looked over at Ethan as she bent down, giving him a full look at everything. “I’ve got a little itch.”
Margery was trying so hard not to laugh at the look on Ethan’s face. His eyes had narrowed, and there was heat in them as he devoured the view.
Standing, she made her way further into the bathroom. The water was still running, making the room steamy.
Margery pushed herself against the counter. “Please, fuck me,” she begged.
She wanted to feel him inside of her again. She wanted to feel full, complete.
“Show me how wet you are.”
Margery spread her legs and slowly moved her hands down, running them through her folds and inside of her before pulling them out and showing them to her. Ethan bent down and took her fingers in his mouth.
She moaned as he sucked her juices off her fingers.
“Delicious,” he crooned after he took them out of his mouth.
Her knees went weak as he said those words.
“Please,” she pleaded.
Ethan gently turned her around so she was facing the mirror.
“I want you to watch the whole time through the mirror, understand? ”
“Yes, Sir.”
She spread her legs even further apart. His arm wrapped around her, and his hand settled above her pussy.
“Please,” she whimpered once again.
Margery just wanted to feel him inside of her. His finger made contact with her clit and slowly started to rub it. Her hips flew back, colliding with him.
“Please, Sir.”
“I’m going to fill you up with my seed again, but this time, I’m going to keep it in there longer.”
She closed her eyes and moaned. The thought of him filling her up and possibly getting her pregnant was so hot.
“Please, just put your dick inside of me already,” she whined. “I need you.”
Ethan chuckled and slowly started to push into her, bringing a pleasurable pain. Margery felt herself stretching around him.
“Eyes on me,” Ethan commanded.
She hadn’t even realized her eyes were starting to close. The burning sensation as he pushed further into her made her want to beg him to stop but also go faster.
“So tight,” he said, moaning.
Margery clenched around him.
“Shit. I’m not going to last long. I feel like a teenager jacking off for the first time.”
Their eyes made contact through the mirror, and she could see tell was holding on by a thread. She clenched around him once again, and he smiled.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, pulling out of her.
Before she could do anything, he rammed back in, sending pleasure throughout her body. Tingles spread to her toes with the force and the pleasure running through her.
Ethan slowly pulled out, thrusting back into her as she yelled. “More! Please.”
His fingers picked up their speed on her clit, as did his thrusts. The tingles in her fingertips and toes intensified with each drive of his cock. Her pressure inside built higher and higher.
“I’m close,” she cried out as she closed her eyes.
“Eyes on me,” Ethan demandd. “Margery, open those fucking beautiful eyes and look at me.”
She opened her eyes as Ethan pressed down harder on her clit, pinching it every couple of seconds.
“Shit,” she whispered, forcing herself to keep her eyes open.
With each thrust, he pushed her closer and closer to her release.
“Please,” she begged. “I’m so close.”
He continued to thrust inside of her at a steady pace. He pinched her clit once again, sending her over the edge. She let go, screaming, as she came undone.
Ethan’s thrusts became fast and chaotic as he chased his own release. Margery felt herself becoming full as he continued to shoot his seed inside of her. He pulled out of her all of a sudden, and Margery could feel his cum leaking out.
“Ah, I can’t have this coming out, now can we.” He scooped his seed up and pushed it back inside of her.
Margery’s brain and body melted at his words. She watched through the mirror as he continued to stuff his cum back inside of her.
“Maybe I should keep my dick inside of you for a little while longer, make sure it stays in there.”
She clenched around his fingers.
“But perhaps I’ll leave that for another time. Right now, I want to take care of you. Shower you in love as I wash and take care of you.”
She smiled as he took his fingers out of her and helped her stand fully.
“I love you, Margery” he said as he kissed her lips.
“I love you, too, Ethan.”