6. Sam #2
“Before I was on my own, I was still on my own. I just… had to deal with my mom. She wasn’t terrible, but she wasn’t great.
I was a chore to her. Something she got stuck with.
” She winced. “The night I left, her boyfriend at the time tried to…” Our eyes connected, and I nodded, because she didn’t have to relive that shit with me.
“He didn’t because, well, I kicked him in the balls.
He screamed, and she woke up. Even seeing him grabbing his crotch in pain after telling her what happened, she still didn’t believe me.
” I’d never thought of hitting a woman, but she fucking deserved it. “I left that same night.”
Things in my head started to click into place a lot quicker. I wanted to do nothing but hold her close and make the fucking world pay for its unfairness towards her.
“Honey,” I roughly said, and she shrugged.
“That was a long time ago. I’m good with how my life is, but when I got here…” She smiled so fucking peacefully. “There’s something about Forge Creek that felt different. Special,” she confessed.
“Baby—“
“But when I saw you? Across the street, walking to your car?” She smiled brightly and pressed her forehead against mine.
“It felt different in a whole other way. Constantly being new to town, I was good with being friendly and a little extroverted, but with you…” She laughed softly.
“So beyond different. I wanted to get to know you and run into your arms before I even knew your name. And when you showed up at my doorstep and we talked, and then you saved me that morning and put me in your truck? I felt like I was home for the first time in my entire life.”
I swallowed the emotions that bubbled up to the surface at her sweet words.
“And being around you felt even better that night you came over for dinner and I… I got scared. No one sticks with me. No one… If you felt like the one thing I’ve always wanted after two days, having more of you and losing you would destroy me.”
“That’s not something you have to worry about, baby girl.”
“You can’t promise that.”
“Daddy can promise whatever he wants, princess.” I tipped her head back, so her eyes met mine, hooded and slightly glassy. Now that I knew her background, how alone she’d been, I had a better idea of how I needed to move forward.
“Daddy?” she whispered back. My dick got even harder than it had been with her delicious weight on my body.
“Daddy,” my voice rumbled so deeply I hardly recognize it. “Daddy’s not going anywhere, Avery,” I vowed, and she swallowed.
I waited for her to be horrified at my words, at what I was calling myself. To laugh and joke it off. But she didn’t and then only made me want her more when her blue eyes shined with curiosity.
“Umm, is this…” She squirmed on my lap. “Is this daddy thing something you…”
“Do?” I guessed, and she nodded. “Yes and no. I’ve always known there was this side to me, but there is something about you, sweetheart, that brings it out full throttle,” I admitted.
“Really?”
“You make me want to shield you from the world, protect and cherish you and do incredibly filthy things to your delectable body.” I probably overshared as I ran my nose along hers, but by the shaky exhaled breath that tickled my lips, I had a feeling she didn’t mind.
“Now, are you going to be a good girl for me, baby?”
“Why is that so hot?” she asked. My lips twitched upward. I felt like a caged animal about to pounce.
“Because it’s us.”
“You don’t think I’m sick?”
“God, no.”
“A weirdo?”
“If you are, I want to be a weirdo with you.” I winked, and when she fell into a fit of giggles, sitting on my lap, the undeniable heat of her sex against mine only fueled the incessant need that flew through me. “Avery. Baby girl, we should—“
“Kiss me… Daddy. Please?”
“Fuck,” I cursed.
An animalistic growl escaped from deep inside. There was no overthinking or writing a goddamn pro or cons list. It was action and passion and the certainty that whatever we’d been through in our pasts, good or bad, it all led us to exactly where we were supposed to be.
I held her face in my hands with a gentle yet firm grip. She looked up at me with those blue eyes of hers that made me want to claim and own her, ruin her for anyone else all while I protected her for the rest of my life.
“Please kiss me, Daddy.”
“Little girl.” My rough voice sounded almost tortured. “If I kiss you, that’s it,” I warned. Her lips parted, and I could see the questions bubbling to the surface.
“You mean… sex?” I chuckled at her sweetly innocent question.
“Sex, sure. But you and me, Avery, I kiss you, that’s it for me. You’re mine and I’m yours.” My voice sounded scratchy in my ears, skin pulled too damn tightly over my body as the tips of my fingers on my free hand stroked the back of her bare arms.
I loved the way her body reacted to my touch, the goose bumps that flared to life.
“Sam—" Her breath hitched in her throat with a sexy little moan.
“You ask daddy to kiss you, you’re stuck with me, princess.”
“Stuck,” she repeated, and I was enraptured with the way her little dimple popped out and made an appearance. “I like the sound of that, Daddy,” she breathed. My cock leaked against the cotton of my boxer briefs.
“Baby,” I tried to warn her. We might not know everything there was to know about one another, but I had a feeling the smile she gifted me was one I’d be chasing after for the rest of my days from here on forward. “I’m serious.”
“So am I,” she whispered, squirming slightly on my lap. “Please kiss me, Daddy.”
Any sense of reason went out the window as my lips touched hers for the first time. Immediately, everything faded from my mind, leaving nothing but Avery and her sweet curves to focus on.
The kiss started sweet and slow.
Explorative in a tentative way.
Zings of electricity shot through every nerve ending only to leave me wanting more.
Solidifying just how much she belonged to me.
I wasn’t sure how long it was, could have been minutes, hours, seconds, before the kiss ignited, turning hot and heavy.
Tongues lashed, and she submitted to mine as I plundered her mouth like I wanted my cock to do to her body.
My fingers tangled in her hair, tugging it gently to place her exactly where I wanted.
Part of me should have been horrified I was doing too much too soon, but I felt her smile against my mouth, and that’s when the kiss really enflamed.
Suddenly, the two of us were up in flames, too hot to stop.
My sweet princess turned naughty when her little fingers found the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head.
And I couldn’t help but match her.
Needing to feel her skin against mine, I took her top off, tossing it god only knew where before unhooking her bra with nimble fingers.
“Fuck!” I cursed as I took my first look of the most perfect set of tits I’d ever seen.
Pale creamy skin covered firm more-than-a-handful breasts with berry-pink nipples that were tight and screaming for attention.
With a growl, my head dipped down and I took a perfect nipple into my mouth.
Her fingertips dug into my shoulders as her back arched, grinding her pussy against my hardness.
“Daddy.” Her soft moans only fueled my desire. “Please,” she pleaded, and it wasn’t until she was done undoing my belt that I realized what she was up to.
“Please, what?” I groaned before pulling away.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. I stood, bringing her with me.
She squealed, pressing her perfect full breasts against my bare chest as I walked us out of the living room and down the darkened hall. I didn’t bother turning any lights on. Not because I wasn’t dying to get a better look of her but because I was that much in a hurry to get her into my bed.
“What are you doing?” she breathed. One of my hands rose and fell, spanking one of her plump ass cheeks before firmly gripping it.
“Shut it,” I clipped. I was on edge. Too fucking close to the edge for a forty-year-old man. I should have been stronger than this.
“Daddy?”
“You gotta be a good girl for me, princess,” I growled, stepping into my room.
Our room. Sooner rather than later, I’d convince her into moving in with me. Making this place a real home with her in it.
I dropped her carefully in the middle of my bed and took my fill of her.
Seeing her there, topless, tits bouncing for me like my very own dirty wet dream come true, I palmed the hard ridge of my cock behind my pants.
“Take everything off for me, baby,” I ordered, my voice almost unrecognizable in my ears. I watched as Avery did as I said without a word like a good girl. My girl.
When she shimmied out of her jeans, her tits jiggled and bounced.
Inch after inch of bare skin was exposed until she was left completely naked.
My girl’s knees bent on the bed, pressed together, preventing me from seeing the precious beauty she had between her thighs.
My knee touched the mattress, and she frowned, giving me a hint of the adorable brat that lay beneath all her sweetness.
“Wait, what about you?”
“What about me, Avery?”
“You’re still dressed,” she pointed out. My cock strained to be freed. To take every stitch of clothing off and sink into her tight wet heat.
But I couldn’t do that.
Not yet.
I bit down on the inside of my cheek, trying to get some kind of hold on myself. She lifted her body up on her elbows. “Why?” she asked, and I swallowed. My cock was throbbing. All the fucking blood flow in my body had dashed southbound in a way I couldn’t manage an explanation.
“Please,” she pleaded, her eyes wide and filled with desire that matched my own.
“Who’s in charge, little girl?” I asked, trying to get some control back. Didn’t she know denying her was almost close to impossible? She blinked.
“But I want—“
“Shit,” I huffed and undid the zipper of my jeans, letting them fall to the ground, leaving me in nothing but my dark boxer briefs. Those are going to stay on even it fucking kills me.