Page 110 of Scarred

She tenses slightly, but soon relaxes against me.

“Ever been touched here, little moon?” I ask, running my thumb along the opening and applying just enough pressure for her to want more.

“No,” she moans, her fingers curling against the locker.

“Do you want me to stop?” A smile tugs at my lips, knowing damn well her body is enjoying this by the way her ass pushes back into me, begging for more.

“No,” she whispers.

“My naughty little teacher,” I tsks. My cock thrusts into her as I apply more pressure to her other hole, slipping the tip of my thumb inside.

“Oh, God,” she whimpers, as I feel her body start to tremble. “Cayden…”

“I’ve been wanting to fill this pussy for a long time now,” I say quietly, feeling her walls tighten around me. “Show me what it feels like when you cum all over my cock.”

I bury myself deep, and my thumb presses harder at the same time.

As soon as my name leaves her lips and her walls squeeze me, I release in a blinding rush as I moan from the force.

I pulse inside her, giving her what’s left of me and knowing after tonight, I’ll never get all of me back again.

“When you said you wanted a date, this was not what I had in mind,” I chuckle, staring beneath my lashes at Luna and Scarlett patting sand onto my legs.

It’s been a week since that night at the rink, and between my away games and her last-minute recital prep, this is the first afternoon both of us have had off. I was thinking she would want a date at some expensive restaurant and be wined and dined, but she surprised me once again by wanting to take Scarlett to her favorite beach and cook dinner together later.

I have to admit, this is way better, even though I am lying here in the sand as they bury me waist down.

“You aren’t having fun on our date?” Luna sits back on her heels and adjusts her new Bolts ballcap on her head. I brought an extra one with me today and gave it to her earlier. I don’t think I’ll get tired of seeing her wear my team.

She bends over me to pat more sand on my legs, and I glance down at her perfect breasts in the black two-piece bikini like I’ve done every second since she’s taken her t-shirt and shorts off.

“No, this is a top date for sure. The view from where I’m lying is worth all this sand in my shorts,” I grin.

She giggles, and her green eyes shine with a playfulness that has my heart beating faster.

“You do make a very sexy merman,” she murmurs.

“This tail doing something for you?” I ask, lowering my sunglasses to peer at her.

“I think it does,” she laughs.

“Hmm. I could get down with that,” I say, putting my glasses back up. “I’ve always had a thing for mermaids. Ariel was hot.”

Her laughter rings out, and I grin wider. I’ve been doing that a lot more lately, and I can’t seem to stop. Scar’s always been able to make me smile, but now I find myself doing it alone at odd hours of the day. It just creeps up on me and takes me by surprise.

“I think we’re done,” Luna says, smiling at my daughter. “How does Daddy look?”

“Daddy a pwetty mermaid,” she says, clapping her hands.

“Thanks, babygirl,” I laugh. “I’ll take that compliment.”

Glancing down, I have to admit they did a good job. Well, Luna did. I’m pretty sure Scarlett had fun just dumping buckets of sand on me.

“I’m impressed. I had no idea you had such great sand-making skills. Maybe I should bury you next?” I tease her.

“As appealing as that sounds, I promised Scarlett that I would get in the water with her,” she chuckles, brushing the sand over her thighs as I sit up and toss my sunglasses on the towel.

Pulling my ballcap down further, I watch my daughter pick up a shell and drop it into her pink bucket before grabbing her shovel and pouring sand over it. Beach toys are scattered across our area, ones that Luna surprised Scar with, and our cooler is packed with fruit and snacks that she knew she would like.