Switching targets, he flicked his tongue rapidly over my sensitive bud, making me moan as my orgasm started to barrel towards me at supersonic speed.
However, just when I would’ve tipped over the edge, he stopped and stood.
It would’ve been tragic if he hadn’t replaced his mouth with his cock.
He knew what I needed, though, slamming inside of me so hard that I cried out in surprise.
He growled, taking a hold of my hips and pulling me back roughly into his thrusts.
He snapped his hips, skin smacking against skin, and the sound of it filled the room around us.
I felt a droplet of sweat hit my lower back, and my head and back arched.
He worked his hard cock inside of me, deeper and deeper until I swore he’d barrel straight through me.
He didn’t, though, only gave me it to me hard and rough, just like I needed in that moment.
He’d thrust, and I’d groan.
The pattern held until my orgasm was once again knocking at the door, and Downy sensed it.
Moving his hands, one went down towards my belly and was buried between my legs.
He ground the heel of his hand into my clit as he spanned the width of his cock with his fingers, feeling where I was stretching for his intrusion.
I came.
Hard.
The breath left my lungs in a rush as I threw my head back, hair brushing my ass as I clamped down hard onto his cock.
He growled and gave three more rough thrusts inside of me before he, too, came.
I was panting, my face laying flat on the counter as he finished inside of me, shooting his come deep.
When he gave his final, smooth glide inside, and came to a stop with our hips flush against each other’s, he ran his hand down the length of my spine.
“Why is it that I’m already ready to go again? You have a magic fucking pussy, I swear. It’s all I’ve thought about for the past three days,” he growled.
My nipples pebbled, but I knew my father wouldn’t wait much longer.
“We can’t,” I said, tapping his leg. “There’re some dish towels in that drawer to your right, can you reach it?”
“Dish towels?” He asked as he reached for one.
He shifted inside of me and I clamped down on him in reaction, causing him to hiss in a breath.
“Not fair,” he said, tossing it down on the counter in front of my hands.
I took it and held it between my legs to catch the remnants of his release.
“Thanks,” I said as he pulled out wetly.
I groaned, missing the feel of him instantly.
He groaned himself, but nonetheless wiped his dick off with another towel and then pulled his pants back up.
“I’m going,” he said, giving me a slow kiss. “Come over when you get cleaned up.”
I nodded and watched him retreat back to my bedroom, following behind him as best as I could with a towel and my hand wedged between my legs.
He looked over his shoulder and caught me walking, making a sound of amusement before he disappeared into his side of the room and then out the locked door of his bedroom.
I went to the bathroom and cleaned up, keeping his pants on, and then headed over to Downy’s door less than five minutes later.
Downy wasn’t the one to answer the door, though. It was Miller, who still had a sheepish look on his face.
“I said it was okay,” I shook my head.
Jesus, he wouldn’t let the wall debacle drop.
I knew he didn’t mean to!
“I know,” he responded, holding the door wide for me to come in.
My father was sitting at the bar with a bottle of beer in his hand, and a look on his face that said he wasn’t sorry at all that he was there.
I didn’t think he would be. He was like that.
He made no apologies, which I’d found was a normal for any alpha-like man. Cops. Dixie Wardens. Firefighters. Military. They were all the same. They did what they wanted and made no apologies for it.
“Daddy,” I said, giving him a look that said I wasn’t happy with him.
His eye twitched. “Baby.”
I just shook my head. “Did you get what you were looking for?”
He nodded. “Yep. Except I could’ve done without knowing you were over there fucking ten minutes ago.”
I choked on my own spit, eyes squeezing tight as embarrassment flooded me. “Shit.”
Foster and Miller laughed. Downy, however, didn’t look sorry in the least.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to change the subject. Fast.
“I wanted to meet this man that you couldn’t take the time out of your day to come see us for,” he said evenly.
I just shook my head. “Daddy, you know I was in school. In fact, I missed two days by the both of you faking a sickness. You know you could’ve used the flu as an excuse. Seizures are scary. I was nauseous the whole way home.”
My daddy, the hardest man I’d ever seen, looked down at his feet in defeat. “Would you have come home?”
I bit my lip. No, I wouldn’t have.
I was still mad at him, even two years later. I was mad that he was always so high handed with everything. Mad that he never gave me anything. Mad that when I gave him something, he took and took until I had nothing left to give.
“Daddy,” I said, not knowing what to say. “I’m sorry.”
He nodded and stood, walking towards me.
When he got within arm reach, he pulled me into his arms.
I went, relishing the feeling of his warm, muscular, familiar arms wrapped around me.
My daddy always made me feel safe and loved.
That wasn’t the problem, though. It was too much of that feeling when all I wanted was to live my life.
“You’ve got to let me have my own life. I think I know by now how to pick out a man that knows how to treat me right,” I said crossly.
He rubbed his whiskers against my face, as he’d always done when he was thinking. “I know. I just had to see. I knew this one was different.”