Page 21 of Snowed In with My Best Friend's Dad
“Are you okay?”
“Mmm.” A sweet, sated smile came to her lips, and that feeling of calm morphed into something that filled my chest. It unnerved me.
I started to pull away, ready to end the night even though I hadn’t fucked her fully yet.
“I don’t know that I’ve ever been this relaxed,” she murmured, as if she was on the verge of drifting to sleep. “Thank you.”
Jesus fuck, did she just thank me for giving her an orgasm?
Her head tilted toward me, and her sated smile still teased her lips. “I hope it was okay for you.”
I rubbed my hand over my chest, hating the feeling there but powerless to make it stop. “It was more than okay.”
“Really? Because...” She turned her head away, looking toward the fire. “The truth is, I am... or was... a virgin.”
“I figured that out.” Unable to help myself, I tucked in close to her, spooning around her. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
She let out a light laugh. “I felt many things, but hurt wasn’t one of them.”
I smiled, even though I was feeling off-kilter. “I’m glad.” I kissed her temple. “What made you decide to give it to me?”
She was quiet for a moment. “I don’t know for sure except in the moment, I wanted what you were offering.”
“I made you horny?”
She laughed, finally looking at me again. “I guess that’s it.”
“What about a boyfriend?” I didn’t know why I asked that because I didn’t want to know about boyfriends, past, present, or future. Not here in our bubble. Here, she was mine.
She shrugged. “I had a boyfriend in high school and dated a little bit in college. There’s one guy who showed an interest in me in my Ancient Law and Society course. Mostly, I’m focused on work and school.” She sighed. “And looking out for my dad.”
I had this strange urge to want to finance her life. Not in a kept woman sort of way. I wanted to make life easier for her. Help her get ahead in life.
I recalled that she was here for a respite, and thinking about her dad, work, school, and whoever the fuck the guy in her Ancient Law and Society course was defeated the purpose.
Before I could change the subject, she asked, “Why did you invite me to the hotel? I know I’m not your usual. Linds—I’ve heard you like plastic women.”
She stopped herself from saying my daughter’s name fully, but not soon enough to avoid bringing the situation between us again. It told me that Lindsay talked to Miranda about our lives, and likely how I dated a lot but never settled down again after my divorce.
“I like a good fuck every now and then,” I admitted. Why color-coat the truth? I didn’t want Miranda to think badly of me, but neither did I need to impress her. Like my past women, this moment would be a one-and-done situation. We’d have our fill and then go on.
“But why me?”
I wasn’t quite sure. “You made me horny.”
She laughed then. Not a giggle or a light laugh. She burst out laughing. I found myself mesmerized by how free and full it sounded.
“Is that funny?”
“I’ve never heard those words before. Not directed toward me, anyway.”
Feeling light and free myself, I rolled on top of her, pressing my hard dick against her pussy. “You make me horny now.”
She gasped and looked up at me as her legs opened to invite me in.
I sat back on my heels. Gripping her hips, I tugged them toward me, repositioning my dick at her entrance. “I want to fuck you now, Miranda. I want to fuck you hard and fast until you’re screaming my name. What do you say to that?”
Her fingers gripped the rug underneath her. “I say fuck me hard and fast, Brett.”
