Chapter 21

Twenty-One

P addy

Very unlike myself, I caught myself in a head snap, fighting my body from falling asleep. "Have a good nap?" Pretty smiled, like she was surprised I'd slept as well.

"I was sleeping?" I questioned again, convinced I couldn't have been. At least not one so peaceful.

"At least a good hour. Maybe a little more. I didn't want to wake you, since you look so cute sleeping."

I leaned in to kiss her, regretful that I had even lost an hour with her. "I'm usually a better cuddler. I'm just not used to being so comfortable with someone." Just as I was about to lean in again, she hopped off the bed, making me smack her bottom and demand her return.

"Where are you going?"

"I just need to put something on. I can't sit for hours with nothing over myself."

"Why? If anything, you've never looked better." I joked, disappointed when she slipped into the robe that she had tucked into her night bag. Assuming it was probably time for me to slip some clothes of my own on, I found my boxers in the piles of clothes on the floor and slipped into them.

Reaching for my sleeve, I straightened it out so I could get my leg back into it, only to have pillowy lips kiss my back and shoulders, distracting me from the task.

"You don't have to wear that. I said I preferred seeing all of you. Your leg is nothing to be ashamed of," Pretty reassured.

"I needed to hear that. Honestly, it means the most coming from you." I swiveled on the bed, happy to be sharing a space with someone so wonderful. Sitting on my stomach, she offered to give me a back rub, something I told her she should proceed with caution with.

"Don't do it too good. I'll either fall asleep again or fucking marry you." She laughed and told me I was being silly before crawling onto my back to go to work. Her hands were as unworked as a woman's could get, but she put enough pressure into the rub to loosen up my muscles.

Once she got to my lower back, I felt her touch the start of my deformed leg, curious if it hurt to massage that too. "It's not so bad anymore. Most of it's just the look of it. But I still get phantom pain from when I was healing every now and then," I admitted.

"Do you mind sharing how it happened?" Her question made me roll over, so I could face her to see her reaction.

"An IED explosion. I wasn't far enough from it, that kind of damage is hard to come back from. Everyone tells me I'm lucky it wasn't worse, but my recovery was long. Rehab was downright degrading at times. Imagine me, a man in the start of adulthood trying to relearn to walk."

Only person who had the stomach for seeing me that way had been órfhlaith. Bellamy just felt guilt, or shame. They looked the same sometimes. He always felt guilty for how bad Pa gave it to me once he got kicked out the house. Not being able to handle watching me suffer during the hardest part of my recovery, it came a time, where I'd just pretend the pain wasn't there, so no one would think me weak. I was used to being in pain. Over time, I just became hardened by pretending.

Pretty leaned over and kissed my leg. Even though I was still uncomfortable having it out, it meant the world to me that Pretty was trying to get me to become more comfortable with myself.

"You're only the second woman I've been with who's seen it," I admitted.

"Paddy, I don't know if you know this, but no one wants to be number two," she joked.

"I'm fucking serious. I've been with other women besides that, but it was always more like our first couple of times. With my clothes on. The first woman to see it, she wasn't as understanding or as kind as you."

"Why do you say that?" Pretty wondered.

"Like you, she assumed it wouldn't be that bad. But she was proven wrong. She told me I looked disgusting. Couldn't even look at it without gagging. She basically just lost respect for me. And a man can't function when his woman don't respect him. It's probably one of the biggest reasons I'm degenerate. So, I can get off without having to undress myself."

"Well, you don't have to worry about that with me. I love everything about you. Even the things about you I could do without."

"What you mean things you could do without?" I asked, playfully defensive.

"Paddy, that mouth of yours is always running. Every thought does not need to be said."

"I say what's on my mind?" I defended.

"Boy, you say everything that's on your mind," she said, crawling onto my lap to straddle me.

"I ain't a boy. Unless that's just a Black saying and it's just interchangeable with man."

"That one." She smiled, leaning down to meet her lips to mine.

"Can't believe I fell asleep on you. I actually forgot to warn you. I don't sleep so well, but I thought I would never get the chance to wake up next to you, so I assumed I would never have to explain it."

"órfhlaith did mention something to me?—"

"You two were talking about me?" I interrupted.

"Nothing bad," holding her palms up in silent surrender. "She was just concerned since you're not close to home."

"Surprising loud noises just make me jumpy. And because of what my Pa and the army did to me, I can't help that I have nightmares that take a minute to get me back to myself," I shamefully admitted.

"I just wanted to prepare myself for it if I need to. But you seem just fine with me."

Running a finger along her soft cheek, I admitted what I really felt. "Maybe when I'm with you, I just feel safer. At peace. You'd be surprised at how settled a man can be when a woman brings him peace."

"Guess, we'll just have to find out in the morning." Pretty leaned in for another kiss. "As long as you have no qualms about waking up next to me without my makeup on.

"Course not. Probably won't even notice. Plus, it'll be nice knowing I have such easy access to you when I'm horny. Best believe if we wake up at the same time we're fucking."

She reached in for my crotch, amazed at how much energy I still had left. "These erections literally rise on demand. How are you not tired?"

"It's impossible not to get hard when I'm thinking that all I'd have to do is pull down the covers and look at this beautiful body." Reaching my hand to cup her face, I gently lowered it to her neck, caressing the bare skin. It gave me a thought.

"You know, I've been thinking about getting you one of them fancy chokers. You know? So, I don't always have to use my belt. That way, even when you're wearing it at any of them schmoozy events you go to, you still got a reminder who you belong to." I shivered at the thought of it."

"So, I belong to you now?" she questioned skeptically.

Bringing her hand to my mouth to kiss, I locked eyes with her beautiful, soft brown ones. "For however long you'll have me. I know things will be different once you're back on the road. Being around all them actor types, staring longingly into the screen, with lasses all over the world swooning over them. I'm just trying to make an impression."

"Says the man handsome enough to be one." She flirted, curling in next to me.

"But I ain't one. I'm a gangster. A woman like you could do better than me, so I'm grateful for the time you do give me. I'm always happy when I'm with you," I said, as I took her hand to hold and placed my other arm around her.

"Mmm…" She moaned, curling into the crook of my neck to kiss it.

"Somebody's friendly." I smiled, welcoming her tender touches. Her hand snaked down my chest, lightly grazing my skin with her nails until she reached my boxer's waistband.

"Daddy's sweet girl, could use some attention," she cooed, kissing down to my chest as those pretty little lips brought warmth everywhere they touched.

She came back up just long enough to kiss my face, as I pulled her back in for a greedy kiss, sliding my hand in her robe to fondle her breasts. "I can't wait to have my sweet little girl's tits in my mouth. Sucking her tits is fucking delicious," I bragged, as her hand slipped into my underwear.

Pretty's hands started stroking me, as I took the breast spelling out of her robe, pinching and sucking, teasing the fuck out of her beautiful nipple. This woman made me feel as giddy as a teenager; it didn't take much before my cock was craving pussy.

"Sweet girl, in a minute, I plan to fuck you. And I ain't gonna be gentle either. You're getting a bedroom bully this time," as I tore open her robe, using my strength to flip her in positions of all fours, pulling down my boxers and guiding my cock into her cunt.

"Who's my filthy, sweet little girl?" I forcefully thrust, smacking her bottom to make sure she was alert.

"I am," she moaned.

"You rolled your eyes at me and interrupted me more than once. Now I'm gonna make you pay for it by pounding you senseless," I warned.

"Please, Daddy. Fuck me until I can't think," she cried, as I grabbed fistfuls of her hair, resisting her curves to get as deep as I could.

"Tell me your only worth is taking this fucking cock," I commanded, smacking her bottom.

"I only exist to take Daddy's dick." Her moans growing louder.

"Urgh," I groaned. "And you take it so well. Look at my sweet girl," leaning over to kiss her forehead.

Noticing the mirror on the wall, I readjusted her, making sure she could see her faces as I was taking her in any way I saw it fit.

"Look at yourself," as I grabbed her face from behind, forcing her to look. "Look at this pretty face. This beautiful body. Daddy just can't help himself. He just has to have you," I said, amazed by the dancing ripples caused by my thrusting. It was truly mesmerizing making love to a body like hers.

"Can I make my nightingale sing for me?" I asked, letting go of her hair to concentrate on digging my hands into her meaty hips.

"Use me, Daddy, I sing better when you use me good," she cried out as I pushed her down on her shoulders and gave it to her good.

Tears of pain, tears of pleasure, ran down her cheeks as she reached for my wrists and I drove into her deep. "Daddy!" she cried, "Oh, Daddy," throatier this time, hooking her ankles into mine. I felt powerful, invincible even. Because she was submitting to the real me, and not just the one that I hid.

Evidence of her body surrendering to me were all over my cock, a mix of clear and cream coating my length, proving that she had let herself go. I flipped her over, kissing her cheeks, tasting her tears and making sure she felt poured into even when I was treating her like a whore.

"I just have to see that pretty face," as I kissed her, loving up on her, surprised when she got on top of me and slowly lowered herself onto my length.

"I want to make you come," she said, as she slowly rolled at first, allowing me to fondle and play with her nipples.

"You want to make Daddy come?"

"Mmmhmm…" she murmured, as she flipped her disheveled hair out of her face, and she leaned in to kiss me. The way this relationship behaved was proof that the better you were to her, the nastier she was for you.

"My sweet girl is so good at making Daddy come," I growled, mesmerized by her salacious curves and excellent riding skills. I ain't never been fucked by a woman before. I preferred being in control, but this…this was kind of nice. A lot of lasses just sat there, but this one actually liked pleasing me. What more could a man ask for?

Couldn't believe this shite was temporary. It may have been my today, but I could picture it being my forever. Why did being with her have to feel so good?

Bracing myself, my body wasn't strong enough to withhold anymore, and it wasn't long before everything I had to give was inside her. "Oh fuck," I blinked so hard, I was seeing those little floaters. I brought her soft body against my hard one, drained from the exchange of power.

Women like Pretty made strong men like me, weak. The power she had over me had me questioning everything. Including, when she was done with me, where would I go from there?