Was I not good?
Did he not enjoy it?
“Get out of your head,” Dad tells me with a soft smile when he glances over his shoulder at me. “I know you, Ry, you’re going to overthink everything and it’s going to make you lose sight of us.” He’s right. I do have my moments where I worry about things that are good. Even though things are good now, I wonder to myself how long we can do this.
“I just don’t want you to send me away again,” I tell him. “I mean… It’s a fear I have, and it’s been playing in my mind since you walked into the green house.”
“I want you and only you,” he tells me earnestly, his voice gruff with emotion, and I know I’m being silly. But it’s that little girl inside me that tells me he can walk away at any point.
He may decide this isn’t for him and leave. Dad rises, turns to me and pulls me into his hold. His arms are solidly wrapped around me as if I were his lifeline and he’s drowning.
“Look at me,” he orders, and I lift my gaze to meet his. “I love you. I’m not leaving, you’re not leaving. If I have to lock you in a goddamned cellar, I will.”
“I think that’s illegal,” I tease, cringing immediately when I realize what I just said. “I mean, you can’t lock me up, but you can keep me here forever.”
“That’s the plan.” Vincent leans in, pressing his lips to mine, stealing my breath and stealing my moan when his hands find my ass and he lifts me against his toned torso.
Without any more words, he walks me into the bedroom, lying me down on the bed and scooting in beside me. He grips me, spooning me on the soft mattress as he grinds himself against my ass.
“Now, how many more times do I have to make you come to prove to you that we’re not going to be apart again?”
“Uhmm…” I roll my eyes, pursing my lips to the side to stop myself from giggling. “Let’s just start and I can let you know when I’ve had enough.”
His scruff tickles my neck and cheek when he whispers, “Once I start, I’m not going to stop.”
His free hand slides its way down to my core, his fingers find my pussy as he dips two fingers into me, finding me wet and slick for him.
“If you’re always ready for me, I doubt I’ll ever leave this bed,” he teases as he nibbles on my shoulder making every nerve in my body come alive. Butterflies flutter wildly in my stomach as he pleasures me causing my toes to curl.
“Please,” I beg. I think he likes when I beg, because his cock throbs against me at the soft plea that falls from my lips.
“Come for Daddy,” he tells me. “Come all over my fingers, princess. Then I want you coming on my cock.” His words send me soaring into a blissful abyss that has my body shaking as I cry out his name. “Fuck, you’re absolutely perfect,” he coos in my ear as he slips his cock between my thighs.
His thickness spreading me open, molding me to him, and I know he’s the only man I would ever want inside me. As wrong as it is, having him fuck me like this, claiming me, is nothing short of my perfect fantasy.
His hips move faster, slamming into me. Deeper, faster, and harder. My fingers curl in the sheets, fisting the material, tugging and pulling at it as moans of pure pleasure zip down my spine. From head to toe I’m nothing more than a puppet, and he’s the master of my pleasure pulling all the strings.
“Come for daddy, princess, come on my dick and coat me in those deliciously, sweet juices.” He’s in charge and my body obeys. My orgasm rocks me to the core, taking me deep into the darkness and back into the light when I feel him join me as he fills me with his seed.
Chapter 8
Vincent
The scent of bacon and eggs wakes me from a deep sleep. It’s been years since I didn’t wake up at three in the morning with a pounding headache and a dry mouth from finishing off a bottle of Jack or Jim before falling into bed.
I spent years berating myself for something that was out of my control. Another scent hits my senses—coffee—and I’m on my feet, heading to the kitchen. The sight I find knocks me breathless.
Rylee is wearing a long black tee of mine which hits her just beneath firm, round ass cheeks. Her long legs are bare, and her blonde waves are pinned on top of her head in a messy style.
Strands of gold frame her delicate neck, and my cock awakens with a throb, and I have to swallow down the desire swirling through me. She’s breathtakingly beautiful.
“Are you going to stand there gawking at me all morning, Vincent Wilder?” She smiles as she spins on the ball of her foot to pin me with a stare. Her small frame is engulfed in the material, and all I want to do is tear the item from her body and devour what’s underneath.
“Perhaps,” I tell her, leaning on the doorjamb, crossing my arms in front of my chest. My gaze regards her with love and affection, and a dark lust that’s always been present each time I’ve been around her.
“You’re a caveman,” she tells me, her hungry gaze taking me in from head to toe. I’m only wearing a pair of dark boxer shorts and I know she can see the bulge that’s dying to be inside her.
“Only for you, princess,” I tell her honestly. It’s true. She’s everything to me, and having her back here, having her in my bed, is like a dream. One that I never want to wake up from.