Chapter 4
Savannah
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh. My. God.
Those words are on a constant loop in my head as Nate grills me about my sex life.
My body is still a quivering mess. I’m on fire from the inside out.
He just gave me a better orgasm than any I’ve ever given myself — even the ones that starred him and made me almost scream as my vibrator buzzed against my clit.
“Why do you need to know, then?” I ask because demanding to know if I’m a virgin makes me feel a little too exposed.
“So I know to be gentle the first time I fuck you.”
“Nate,” I whisper in shock.
My chest rises and falls in rapid succession, but it seems to match his fast breaths. I want that now. My body is no longer sated once I realize that sex with Nate is on the table. I try to pull him closer, but he holds firm.
“What happened to Daddy?” he asks.
I bite my lip and give him a shy smile. “Are you teasing me… Daddy? Or do you really want to fuck me?”
He groans and uses the hand on my ass to press me against him. “Does this feel like I’m joking?”
“Proving that you didn’t come doesn’t seem like a good sign.”
He chuckles. “You have no idea how close I was. The only thing that held me back was the thought of my cum soaked boxers sticking to my sweaty skin all day.”
He leans a little closer. “Make no mistake, Vannah, you’ve just given me permission to fuck you and I’m going to take full advantage. Once I can get you somewhere that I can spread you out naked and no one will see what’s mine.”
I have no response to that, but it seems he doesn’t expect one because he kisses each of my nipples, then tugs my shirt back in place.
He takes a step back and adjusts himself so that the tip of his erection is poking up over the waistband of his shorts.
He reaches past me, takes out a clean, dry T-shirt, pulls it on over his head, and makes sure it covers most of his bulging shorts.
“Let’s finish this job as fast as we can. Only two more after this and then I can have you to myself.”
I hop out of the truck, determined to make this job, and the next two go as fast as possible.
I only caught a glimpse of that long, thick cock and I’m determined to see the whole thing, taste the whole thing.
I’m also worried that he’ll change his mind, about me, about taking my virginity, and about letting me call him Daddy while he does it.
As I walk around the truck, something catches my eye. When I look up at the house, I see the edge of a curtain in the front room swinging as if someone had been holding it open to look outside.
Good. I hope she caught a little of what happened. Though I know she wouldn’t have been able to see much between Daddy blocking the door with his wide shoulders and the tinted windows.
When I get back to work, Rubio gives me a wink as he edges the lawn. Daddy pulls the mower down the ramp and gets started while I weed the garden around the edge of the grass and along the front of the house.
The front yard doesn’t take long at all, so I’m feeling pretty happy until I see how big the backyard is.
The pool and tennis court take up a lot of space, but there’s still a huge lawn and the whole yard is dotted with little flower patches that need weeding.
There’s also very little shade, so I start to sweat.
At this rate, I’ll have to take a shower before Daddy gets me naked. Mrs. Miller comes out in her skimpy swimsuit. I can’t help but look to see what Daddy thinks. He doesn’t even look, he just keeps mowing the lawn.
He has his earbuds in, just like I do. I don’t know what he’s listening to, but every time he looks over at me, I feel a shiver skitter down my spine.
Mrs. Miller saunters to the pool, dropping a towel on a nearby lounge and kicking off her sandals.
She walks right to the edge, then dives in.
I’m jealous, not of her body, not if Daddy would rather have mine.
I’m jealous of her being able to dive into the cool water, of her being able to wash away any sweat that accumulated in the momentary walk from her house to the pool.
I take my bottle of water and pour a little down the back of my neck to cool off. I wore a light colored tank top in an attempt to keep cool, but maybe I should wear a darker color so I can get it wet without it being transparent. I can’t exactly take my shirt off like Daddy and Rubio do.
I’m weeding one of the small patches of flowers when I feel a hand wrap around the back of my neck. Then Daddy’s lips are next to my ear.
“Careful. Wouldn’t want you showing off what’s mine.”
My skin tingles at his words. “I won’t.”
“Good girl. Rubio and I are done, so we’ll help you weed. My last job of the day cancelled for this week. We’re down to one job after this one.”
I nod as anticipation lights my blood.