Chapter 10

10

ETHAN

" H ow are you doing?" I ask.

"Better," she replies with a laugh.

After dessert and far too many glasses of the port that paired with the flourless chocolate cake I made, I decide that she's had too much to drink to drive home. I can drive her home but I like the idea of waking up beside her, so I convince her to stay the night. I know it's not smart to get too attached to her, but Elodie makes it really difficult to keep my feelings in check. The more I learn about her, the more I want to know. The more I'm with her, the more I want to be with her. She's about as addictive as any drug I've ever prescribed.

And it's not just about the sex, although that is utterly fantastic. For being so young and so innocent, she has a side to her that caters to all my filthy fantasies and exposes me to desires I never knew I had. Until Elodie, I never had somebody call me Daddy before. It's probably just because it's her, but hearing it come out of her mouth turned me on like nothing ever has. That juxtaposition of something so filthy coming out of the mouth of somebody so sweet and demure flipped a switch inside of me.

Beyond all that, though, I've got a deep connection with Elodie. It's something I haven't had with anybody before. It's exhilarating, but at the same time, it's disconcerting as fuck.

"Thank you," she says. "I was not expecting to wake up to such a wonderful breakfast."

"Biscuits and gravy isn't all that wonderful, but it is effective," I tell her. "The grease helps soak up all the alcohol. Best hangover cure I know."

"I didn't think I drank that much last night."

"Port packs a punch. I tried to warn you."

She grins. "You did. It was just so good. And with that amazing cake you made? I seriously could not get enough."

"So, what do you have planned for the day?"

"I need to get back to Mam," she says. "I figure I'll give Mrs. Lund a break."

"Yeah, she's going to need it after that wild night those two had."

Her laughter fills the air. It's such a beautiful sound that I want to somehow bottle it so I can hear it whenever I need something to make my day brighter.

"Speaking of Mam, I should probably get going," she says.

I get to my feet and take her by the hand, and when our eyes meet, a mischievous gleam crosses her face.

"You're going to make me late, aren't you?" she asks.

"That's the plan."

I lead her to the bathroom and turn on the shower then quickly slip her out of the borrowed robe she's wearing. Morning sunlight streams in through the windows, making her skin glow as if with its own inner light, and I take a moment to admire the curves and swells of her body. She giggles and moves to cover herself, so I push her hands away, relishing the sight of her lean, lithe body. Her cheeks flush and she looks embarrassed to have me admiring her the way I am, but she's like a living work of art.

"You're absolutely exquisite," I say.

"Stop."

"It's true."

As clouds of steam billow out of the walk-in shower, I take her hand and pull her in with me. I wrap my body around hers as the water rains down over us and we lean into a passionate kiss. Tongues swirling around one another, I slide my hands over Elodie's slick, supple body and my cock starts stiffening.

A small gasp floats from her lips as I kiss my way down her neck to her breasts. I take them in my hands, gently squeezing them, then flick my tongue across her nipples, licking and lightly biting them. Elodie moans and rakes her fingers through my hair as I take time to enjoy her full, round tits with my hands and mouth, making her squeal and jump as I tease her sensitive nipples. Her lips are crooked, and she looks almost drunk with lust.

"You are so fucking sexy," I tell her.

Our mouths crash together again, our kisses growing frantic with our need. She reaches down and takes my cock in her small, soft hand, gripping it tightly as she starts to stroke me. Her green eyes glitter and the corners of her mouth curl seductively. I sit down on the tile bench behind me then turn her around and pull her toward me. With her back to me, Elodie straddles my lap then grabs my cock, guiding it to her opening as she slowly lowers herself.

I groan as she slips the head of my cock between the slick, soft folds of her pussy. Elodie turns her head and looks at me as she sinks onto me, taking me into her inch by inch. She's so tight, it's a slow process and she winces. When she's fully seated on me, Elodie leans her back against my chest.

"You good, baby girl?"

She nods. "I'm good, Daddy. Still getting used to having something so big inside of me."

Elodie starts to ride me, rising and falling on my cock, the friction of sliding in and out of her tight little slit making me dizzy with desire. I slide my hands around and cup her tits, pinching her stiff nipples as I kiss her neck. Elodie moans as she starts to slide up and down harder and faster. She squeezes me like a fist as she bounces on top of me. She's so tight it's almost painful, but at the same time, it's like she was made just for me.

Elodie sinks onto me, taking me deep, and cries out as she shudders. I hold on to her as she shakes and writhes on my lap, coming hard for me.

"Oh my God, Daddy. Fuck. That is amazing," she gasps.

Her orgasm slowly ebbs, and she leans back against me, her breathing ragged. I kiss her neck and give her a moment for her orgasm to fully subside. She turns her head and looks at me with a sultry light in her bright green eyes.

"It's your turn, Daddy."

"Yes, it is, baby girl."

Elodie climbs off me then turns around and loops her arms around the back of my neck. I lean down and give her a kiss. She squeals as I scoop her up and wrap her legs around my waist. With my mouth still pressed to hers, I walk forward until I have her pressed up against the wall. Sliding my hands beneath her ass, I lift her a little then step forward, and she gasps when I plunge into her.

As I start to thrust myself into her, Elodie tightens her grip on me. We stare deeply into each other's eyes as I pound her against the wall. She writhes against me, and with our bodies slick from the water raining down on us, I almost lose my hold on her. I manage to hang on though and keep fucking her, keep pounding her wet little pussy with hunger and desperation so thick it's almost choking me.

"Fuck yes, Daddy," she purrs. "Keep fucking me. Harder. Give it to me."

"You're a dirty little girl, aren't you?"

"So dirty, Daddy."

I quickly set her down on her feet, turn her around, and bend her over. She looks at me over her shoulder and lets out a yelp of surprise when I slap her ass hard enough to leave a bright red print. She groans, seeming to relish the sting of my slap, and shakes her ass at me.

"Again, Daddy," she coos, so I oblige.

Stepping forward, I thrust into her again. As I pound myself into her, the sound of our bodies crashing together echoes around the shower stall blending with our moans and cries, creating an erotic and passionate concerto that raises goosebumps on my body. Elodie yelps as I slap her ass again.

"Harder, Daddy!"

Her wish is my command. Elodie cries out and her body heaves. Reaching up with my other arm, I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze. Elodie gasps but pushes her body back toward me, meeting my frenzied thrusts. When I loosen my grip on her throat, she looks at me over her shoulder, covers my hand with her own, and shakes her head.

"No, Daddy. Harder."

I choke and smack her ass as I fuck her, and Elodie loves it. It's a brand-new experience for both of us, and the intensity of it all sends lightning through my veins. Squeezing her throat as tightly as her pussy is gripping my cock, I plunge into her with an animalistic abandon I never knew I had. Elodie's cries are muted and gasping, but she keeps my hand in place with her own as the pressure builds inside of me.

"Is my dirty little girl ready for Daddy's come?"

My voice is hoarse and harsh. Elodie turns her eyes to me, her eyes sultry and wanton.

"Come for me, Daddy," she croaks. "Give your dirty little girl all your come."

As the words pass her lips, I throw my head back and let out a cry that's more animal than human. I shudder and erupt, gripping Elodie's shoulder tightly as I come harder than I ever have in my entire life. With our breathing labored, Elodie and I remain as we are for several long moments, taking the time to orient ourselves again.

Finally, I take a step back, my cock deflated and slipping out of her. Elodie turns around with a look of amazement on her face. I pull her to me, and we stand together, embracing beneath the spray of hot water. Elodie pulls me down into a soft, tender kiss and looks up at me, her eyes sparkling and a playful little grin playing across her lips.

"What is it?" I ask.

"I was just thinking that—no offense to your biscuits and gravy—because breakfast was wonderful," she says, "but this right here is the best hangover cure ever."