Page 113 of The Daddy’s Girl

I’ve come more in the last twenty-four hours than I have in the last year.

After my climax has crested, Matis moves to his knees and aims his swollen cock for my belly. We stroke him together, his hand over mine in rapid, relentless thrusts until he comes, spraying my chest and stomach with his release.

I love watching his face when he finishes. It’s so sexy, and instead of looking tortured and tight, his eyes turn hooded and his lips part as he breathes through clenched teeth.

I didn’t even know someone could look sexy when coming.

“Well, now I really need a shower,” I say with a laugh as I look down and see the mess he’s left on my body.

He grins before leaning down to press his lips to mine in a quick kiss. Then he grips my hand and helps me to my feet. I scurry into the bathroom and turn on the shower.

“You’ll join me, right?”

He appears in the bathroom a moment later. “When are you going to learn, Trouble?” he asks with his arms crossed as he leans against the bathroom counter.

“What?”

“That I can’t say no to you.”

With that, he follows me into the claw-foot tub. I slide the curtain closed around us and let him wrap me up in his arms.

The hot water sprays my back as Matis kisses his way down my neck. Before long, the kiss grows heated, and his cock hardens between our bodies.

I still need someone to pinch me. This is really happening. Matis, my Matis, is standing naked in a shower with me.

I reach for his cock and hoist my right leg up, hoping it conveys exactly what I want.

“We don’t have any more condoms,” he mumbles against my lips.

“Just pull out,” I reply.

He eases back and glares at me as if I truly am trouble. And just when he opens his mouth to scold me, a door slams somewhere in the house and we both freeze.

“Did you hear that?” I whisper.

“Fuck,” he mouths.

“They won’t come in here,” I reply silently using just the movement of lips.

But I was wrong because a moment later, I hear my mother’s voice from somewhere in my room. All I can think about are Matis’s clothes strewn across my floor. Luckily, my clothes are also all over the place, so hopefully she won’t notice. Being messy might actually pay off for once.

“Hey, Mel,” she calls.

I start to shake, my eyes wide with terror. “Yeah?” I shout back.

It’s hard to remain as casual and calm as possible when under such stress, but I do my best.

The bathroom door creaks as she peeks her head in. I squeeze Matis’s arm. His eyes are closed, his face tilted away from the door as if he can’t even look in her direction.

“Hey, sweetie, sorry to bug you, but what are your plans today?” she asks.

I clear my throat. “Um, nothing really. I just have to work on the designs and the fashion show. Why?”

“Well, your dad and I have something we want to talk to you about.”

The blood drains from my face as Matis’s eyes meet mine. We stare at each other, probably thinking the same thing. This is it. We’ve been caught. She saw his clothes or knows he snuck in last night or heard us having sex.

“Right now?” I shriek.