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He pauses for a moment as though he’s thinking this through. “What if I don’t let you come?”

I stare up at him, unblinking. I wouldn’t like that punishment at all, though I don’t want to tell him that.

“Please!” I grin. “I’d love that one too.”

“Oh yeah?” He smiles slowly and lands his hand against my panties, the pressure from his palm eager against my already soaking pussy. “Prove it. Show me how unaffected you’d be if I kept you from this orgasm.”

His fingers slip behind the wet cotton of my panties and onto my sticky, swollen clit. I jump and grip the sheets as he twists in circles and resituates in front of me.

“Jesus Christ, you smell excited.” He leans between my legs, his hot breath on my pussy until all at once he’s stabbing his tongue into my hole while he rubs my clit between his fingers.

“Oh my God,” I moan and grind up against his beard, “don’t stop!”

He pulls away and growls. “That’s the point, princess. I get you to the edge, and I leave you there. Punishment for what you’ve done.”

“What do I need to be punished for?” I whine and thrust my hips upward again. “You’re the one that needs to be punished. You’ve been making bad decisions.”

“Is that right?”

I nod and climb over his massive frame to straddle his hard, waiting cock. “Yeah, that’s right. You’re the one that’s been naughty, so I’m going to ride this cock again, I’m going to come, and I’m going to leave you high and dry.” My soaking pussy is already sliding down over his massive dick as I speak. It’s different in the bed. We have more room here. Plus, sprawled out like this, I’m able to take his length deeper.

“Good Lord,” I moan, bouncing and grinding slowly. “You’re huge.”

“You better stop talking like that or I’ll come in that little pussy again, and you’ll be begging me to bring it back, but I won’t because I’ll be too satisfied.”

I shake my head and hide a grin. “You think you can come faster than me?”

“Watching you bounce like that,” he grips my hips and pushes me back and forth faster, “makes me so fucking hard.”

I toss a pillow over his face. “Then don’t look.”

He throws it off, his jaw locking as he bounces me harder, his rough hands scraping against my hips as I move. “Fuck that. I’m gonna blow.”

The sopping wet sounds of this feral display of sexual energy echo through the room, and soon I’m lost. I can’t see straight, and I can’t think. The only thing that matters is this grinding pressure that’s building, and I need his hot seed filling me up.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he growls and thrusts upward into me. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I stutter, weaving my fingers through the hair on his chest as I bounce. “I’m all yours, Daddy.”

A second later, a growl works its way up his throat, and he empties inside of me. Full and loud, heavy and hard, every muscle in his body contracting as he comes. “Jesus Christ, princess. That’s right. You’re mine!”

It doesn’t take a second longer for my own body to convulse. First my thighs, then my hips, then every other muscle as I soak is hard cock and ride out the end of my orgasm, eyes squeezed shut.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I wanted to stop you from getting that, but you looked so damn good.”

I collapse forward onto his chest and sigh. “Next time.”

“Next time.” He kisses my head gently as I slide off his dick and tuck in next to him for the night, thoughts of a call I shouldn’t have made before we laid down on my mind, until I fall asleep in his big, strong arms.

Chapter Seventeen

Tucker

It’s six in the morning. Usually, I’m up with the sun, half finished with camp chores and fueled by two or three cups of coffee. Today, I’ve still got Tilly tucked against my chest, a little hum in her throat with each exhale.

It’s perfect and I don’t want to let her go, but Lord knows I don’t have a choice. I’ve got to deal with whatever’s at the door and I have to deal with it now. I scrub my hand down over my face and slide up from the bed carefully, tucking a pillow under Tilly’s arm where I was laying a second ago. She looks so peaceful there in my bed, my T-shirt hanging off of her, her hair a wild mess, the scent of her pleasure in the room.

My cock stirs just thinking about the sounds she made last night, the way she bounced on my dick in the truck before we even came inside, the way I walked in on her touching herself, and the way I bent her over the desk and spanked that round ass. It’s all like a dream I never thought possible.