10. Allie

Allie

I woke up and smiled.

As I exhaled slowly, my eyes fluttered open, taking in the sight of Win’s broad muscular chest beneath my hand. He was here. He is really here . Next to me.

I’m not dreaming , I thought to myself as I took stock of the moment. We were bundled up close. Toasty warm while the fire still burned brightly behind us. He must have woken up sometime after the third time we made love to add more wood to the fire. My lips tipped up, and I felt like if I tried to stand, I’d simply float up into the air with how happy I felt.

I felt refreshed in a way I didn’t expect. In a way I hadn’t felt in… forever. There was a silent contentment in knowing we were back together. Knowing what had happened and where his head was at. I still couldn’t believe it. My hand moved up his chest to skim his jaw. Somehow, Winston didn’t wake up; he simply moved closer, tugging my body into his. Almost like, even in his sleep, he needed me pressed tightly against him.

I wanted forever. I wanted to breed you. His words bounced around my head, leaving my body with no choice but to react to them. Fill you to the brim until you dripped with my seed.

Warm wetness pooled between my legs, and I knew it wasn’t only my own need I felt. He hadn’t pulled out any of the three times we’d made love throughout the night. He hadn’t even offered to put on a condom. Not that I would have wanted that.

He wanted forever.

Babies and carpools and stupid arguments over candles at Target.

I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from making any kind of sound that might wake him up. I wanted all that, too. It was crazy. I understood where he was coming from. A family and a new business plus the one he already ran would be hard. Complicated and time consuming.

But who cares if that time is spent with him? a voice whispered, and my heart jumped at the thought. I pressed my lips against his neck, breathing in his clean masculine scent. The bodywash and cologne he used lightly lingered on his skin, but it was more than that. It was the scent of his sweat, clean and enticing, blended with the scent of the two of us from last night.

My mouth started its journey down his front, moving beneath the warm pile of blankets we’d used to cover up with. My hand wrapped around his already hard dick, and I smiled at how it jerked in my hold. I stroked him gently before I moved down a little lower, settling my body comfortably between his legs and sticking my tongue out to take a taste of him. I moaned softly while I went down on him. He started to stir and groan a little, but being under the blankets, I couldn’t see if he was awake.

“Hmm,” he groaned loudly as he shifted more on his back, giving me better access to his cock. Quicky, licking turned to sucking while I cupped his firm balls in my hand.

“Fuck, princess,” he moaned. I smiled around his cock. Daddy is awake. “Princess.” His legs shifted, and the muscles on his thighs strained as his cock hardened further. I glanced down just in time to watch his toes curl tightly. “Allie, fuck! Like that, just like that, princess.” He lifted the sheets off us. Cool air hit my overheated, sweat-slicked skin, but I didn’t mind it.

“Ass up,” he ordered.

Daddy loved to have control at all time and I loved handing it to him. I might have been on my knees taking him in my mouth, but I was seriously worked up. I loved when he got to this point. Like he couldn’t seem to hold back. “Just like that! Fuck, look at you. look how prettily you suck on daddy’s dick,” he groaned. I slowed the way I swallowed him up, switching to long licks of my tongue. Our eyes never disconnected.

“You teasing me, princess?” His jaw clenched. A muscle under his eye twitched. I loved when he talked like this. Dirty, filthy words spilled past his lips, and even though he was spurting droplet after droplet of clean precum, I was the one ready to see stars. “You want this cock in that pretty little pussy, don’t you?” he growled.

“Daddy,” I whined, breathing a little heavier against his shaft.

“All fours. Now,” he demanded. I didn’t hesitate. I turned, and before my hands were on the floor, he was behind me, his hands on my hips. “Fucking hell, little girl. You think you can suck me dry? You think you can get me to come anywhere other than this little snatch after telling me you love me?” He smacked my ass. “After telling me you want me to breed you?” I yelped when he spanked again. The pain mixed with pleasure, and my cheeks heated with the way I stuck my ass out further for him to take me.

“Fuck yeah.” He spanked the other side. Once. Twice. Three times before his huge hand gripped and rubbed out the sting, leaving nothing but a lava-like heat and ache between my legs. “Look at this little kitty, Allie. Jesus, you get this wet sucking my cock?”

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?” I glanced over my shoulder, and my eyes met his.

“Yes, Daddy.” His nose flared.

“I fucking love you, Allie. After this round, I am going to go slow. I fucking promise, princess,” he vowed before leaning his front against my back and pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “Next time. But right now, daddy needs you too much. He has to breed his princess.”

“Shit!” I cried out as he thrust all the way inside. God, he was thick and long. Stretching me, making me feel like he could not only break me in half but be the only thing in the world to put me back together. He wasn’t kidding; I was so wet he slid in easily. My head thrashed back.

“Just like that, pretty baby,” he cooed. It seemed waking him up with my mouth around his cock had both of us more than on edge and a hair trigger. He plowed into me, holding me to him. Controlling every thrust. It wasn’t long before I was about to come. I didn’t get to warn him. I should have known better.

Daddy always took care of me.

Daddy knew my body better than I knew it myself.

One of his hands came up to curl around my throat, drawing me up higher, settling both of us more on our knees while he fucked me. His other hand wrapped around my middle. The new angle made me see stars when his hand dropped between my legs and rubbed my clit with furious strokes.

“Three. Count of three, you’re going to come for daddy like a good girl,” he demanded hoarsely. “One,” he clipped. “Two.” Winston’s warm breath touched the side of my face. “Three,” he growled. His thrusts turned erratic but weren’t any less glorious.

I had no idea how he did it.

But he wasn’t done saying the word before I saw stars. My sweat-slick body convulsed, and I thrashed against him. If he hadn’t had his hands on me, I would have fallen forward. But there was no way Daddy would ever let me go.

Not again. It might have been na?ve to believe that, but there was something in my gut that shouted at me to trust how I felt when it came to Winston.

It would be something I would learn to find out throughout my life, that I would never ever regret.