Chapter 18

18

Bodhi

The hallway was suddenly empty. All the chaos had drained away, and instead of making the space feel that much bigger, all it did was shrink. The air around me became the air he breathed. The walls around me were erected by his stare. My thoughts and feelings were no longer my own but whatever he inspired them to be.

I didn’t know how he did it, but every time he stepped into the room, everything else fell short. Unable to retain my attention, everything except him withered away as if it never even existed at all.

I was angry with him. Hurt and betrayed. He turned my heart inside out, then abandoned it, leaving the inner shell vulnerable and exposed.

But I was fucked up, a total headcase, because even after, I desired him. I wasn’t sure how to not want him.

My duffle was in his grip, my reflection in his stare. His stubbled jaw made him look partially hidden in shadows. Masculinity seeped from every one of his pores.

He’d hit a student, no hesitation, no holds barred. One moment, his hazel gaze was sweeping my face, and the next, he was assaulting the one who made me bleed.

Yes, he abandoned me.

But he came back for me too.

“What happened?” he said, the sound of his voice the only gravity capable of holding my heart in my chest.

I stared, torn in half and not knowing which side to be true to.

Defy him or love him?

Run away or stay?

He came closer, his voice deepening. “I want an explanation.”

I whispered. “Me too.”

He cursed beneath his breath, reaching out to cup the back of my neck and tug. “Come on. Let’s go.”

I pulled away, the defiance in me winning out. “Go where?”

“Home.”

Something swelled in me so fast I couldn’t identify it, the surge so strong my chest ached as though it were suddenly far too small. The two bags I’d never bothered to unpack hit the floor, and I flexed my hands at my sides.

“Home?” I burst out, practically shaking with suppressed rage.

And hurt. So much hurt.

He shouldn’t have so much power to hurt me. It happened too fast.

“That’s what you said, isn’t it?” I mused. “That night in Cali, you said we were going home. And then you used me and dumped me in a dorm with a stranger where I was violated again.” Still sorely swollen with emotion, I pointed at the door. “That’s not home.”

His face went blank, then dark, then twisted with pain. After setting the coffee he’d been drinking beside the bag on the floor, he rushed forward, the slight whisking sound of his jacket making my stomach bottom out.

His hands were warm, the width of his palms swallowing the sides of my neck while his fingers pushed into my hair. “ Oh, baby ,” he murmured, his voice so quiet it was just for me. “I fucked up. I know. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t have a home,” I whispered, heart cracking.

A pained sound filled the air between us, the pressure of his hands increasing when he leaned forward to rest his lips against my forehead.

“ Yes. ” His voice was rough, lips brushing against my skin. “You do.”

I reached up, gripping his wrists, exhaling a drawn-out breath.

Somewhere down the hall, a door slammed.

He pulled away. “Let’s go.”

He bent toward his coffee and my bags, then suddenly shot back up, shoulders stiff. “He violated you?” he said as if his brain were just now able to process everything I’d said.

I couldn’t blame him. When he was close, I always felt first and processed after.

Eyes that held many flecks of different colors went flat, almost like a TV screen going black and white. Shuttered, he looked at the door of my old room.

A chill moved down my spine when he spoke. “Tell me. Tell me what he did.” His eyes dragged over me from head to toe. “He touched you?” His eyes turned to slits. “I’ll kill him.”

He turned on his heel, heading straight for the door.

It was an odd feeling, me being the voice of reason in a situation. But the protective instincts I felt for him were clearly stronger.

“No, Em,” I said, grasping his forearm and tugging him back. “I didn’t mean like that.”

Glittering eyes assessed me. “He didn’t touch you?”

“Not like that,” I vowed again.

The murderous glint left his eyes, but suspicion still reigned supreme. “How?”

Vulnerability rose inside me, the sting of rejection and insult still so close to the surface I couldn’t tell him. Giving him another piece of me seemed too risky. “It doesn’t matter.”

An argument formed on his tongue. It was also in his eyes. I worried my submissive nature would give in to his dominant demands.

It’s too risky. Don’t tell him.

He’s going to find out.

Not right now.

Two people turned the corner down the hall, and another one entered the building. Emmett’s lips twisted in annoyance, but he backed off, and I breathed a silent sigh of relief.

“Get your stuff. My car is outside.”

I gathered my things, juggling them with the trauma latte Wes had given me. They treated me like one of their own. Ryan defended me.

They all did.

I shook my head. It was too much all at once. Between Ronnie, the bros, and Emmett, I was on overload.

I pushed it aside and focused on one foot in front of the other while imbibing the sugared caffeine I’d been gifted. Wes was right. It helped with the adrenaline crash.

Tell no one I said that.

Outside, my footsteps scuffed across the pavement when I looked up and saw the black Mustang. I blinked, thinking my eyes were playing tricks, but when I checked again, yep, it was there.

“Why is it half on the curb?” I asked.

Two tires on the sidewalk and two tires on the road.

Bro, what?

Shit. Did I just bro myself? I glanced at the trauma latte. What the hell did they put in this?

“I was in a hurry,” Emmett groused as he pulled open the passenger side to put everything he was carrying inside.

When I just stood there, he stalked over and grabbed the bags and coffee, muttering the whole way back to jam those inside too. Bracing his palm on the frame of the open door, he turned. “Did you forget how to walk?”

The second I got in that car, he would ask. I would tell him. I was never self-conscious about my preferences before… Okay, that’s a lie.

A big one.

I was always a little shy about my love of lingerie. But not enough to stop wearing it. Especially after Brynne…

My center of gravity suddenly shifted, and my feet left the ground. The shout I let out turned into an oomph when my middle met Emmett’s shoulder.

“What the hell are you doing?” I demanded, and the long length of my hair draped toward the ground, blood rushing to my head.

“I said get in the car,” he intoned. “I meant it.” Then to someone who was not me, “What the hell are you looking at? Go study. This is Elite business.”

I craned my neck, trying to look at the people who were unmistakably gawking. My hair obscured the view, and the tight band his arm made across the backs of my thighs was super distracting.

It reminded me of when he’d pinned me to his desk and swallowed my dick.

He swung me down, catching my hip to keep me from falling while stepping so close our bodies rubbed. “You better get in the car before someone sees that.” He spoke quietly, the roughness in his tone doing exactly nothing to calm the situation.

The situation? My rigid dick.

I glanced down at it pressing against the fly of my jeans.

A low, warning growl ruffled the hair on the back of my neck. “Get in the car, Goldilocks, I do not take kindly to others seeing what’s mine.”

“You’d have to admit it was yours first, and then—” I gasped dramatically. “ The scandal. Coach and a swimmer. You’d lose your job.”

Deep down, I knew it. I always did. He had too much to lose and would never get involved with me. Not in any way that wasn’t secret. It was why I was at this dorm in the first place. It was just another reason that getting in this car was a bad, bad idea. My heart was already frail, my armor beginning to thin.

He shifted, his breath brushing across my cheek. “Do not underestimate my willingness to protect what’s mine.”

I jolted back, eyes searching his face.

He used my shock to push me into the passenger seat and close me in the car. We rode in silence the entire way off campus and remained that way even after we pulled into the driveway of his townhouse.

Rush’s Corvette wasn’t here and neither was the white one Landry drove.

Reaching into my jeans, I pulled out my phone.

“What are you doing?” he asked as he shut off the engine.

“I’m ordering an Uber. I’ll go to a hotel.”

The phone disappeared from my hand, and I gaped as he sent the screen dark and shoved it into his jacket pocket. “Go in the house.”

“No.”

“Tell me you don’t want to.”

Not expecting that, I turned to look at him in the dim interior of the car. “What?”

“Tell me you don’t want to go in the house. That you don’t want to be alone with me.”

I stared at him, my heart beating so hard it robbed me of the ability to speak.

“I won’t force you if you don’t want to be here.”

My stomach burned. There was a forest fire inside me, and soon, I would be nothing but char.

Firm hands grabbed my chin, his eyes boring intently into mine. The air in the Mustang grew thick, so humid his next words clung to my skin. “I will never force you, but if you want this… I will make you.”

A whimper escaped me, the desire for him to make me stay so strong, so wanted , that I literally trembled.

“Do you want me to make you, Goldilocks?”

I nodded.

“Say it,” he commanded.

A shiver worked its way up my spine. “Make me. Please, make me.”

A switch flipped in his eyes, and my body instantly responded, anticipation humming beneath my skin. Swift and confident, he got out of the car and stalked around the hood where the headlights illuminated his lower body. The door was wrenched open, cool evening air kissing my overheated skin.

He reached in with both arms, pulling me out of the seat and once more over his shoulder. I hung there, gasping for breath, as his body was confident and relaxed beneath mine. Tension built up in me so fast that I quivered, focused solely on the possessive hand firm on my ass.

I wondered if he could feel my heart pound as he carried me through the garage and into the house. My dick was so hard I squirmed against him, and he spanked his palm against my ass. I gasped, skin stinging beneath my jeans, the punishment doing nothing at all to stop the throbbing of my dick.

The interior of the house was dark and quiet, the air undisturbed. He put me on my feet and backed me against the wall as if he knew I would need the support.

He pulled away, putting maybe one arm’s distance between us, and stared lasciviously as he peeled the windbreaker down his arms and let it fall at his feet.

I leaned heavily against the wall, my body tingling as I anticipated the first look I would have of him without clothes. My fingers itched with the urge to touch him everywhere. My tongue craved the flavor of his skin.

“Show me.” The gruff directive was met with confusion, my brain incapable of understanding or obeying any kind of command.

I looked at him for help, hoping he’d understand.

His eyes dropped to the front of my jeans. “Show me what you’re afraid to say.”

Realization slammed into me, and I started to shake my head. I couldn’t. I didn’t want him to see because, if disgust replaced desire, I might not survive.

He reached for his pants, and I sucked in a breath, feeling the heavy beat of my heart in my temple. The back of my neck was flushed, strands of my hair already sticking to the beads of sweat.

When he pulled his phone out of his pocket, I frowned.

Maybe he wouldn’t make me after all. Maybe he wasn’t?—

“Is this you?” His voice cut off my thoughts as he extended his arm to show me an image filling the screen. A naked torso with a pierced navel, hot-pink straps of a thong cutting across the hips.

Shocked, my eyes fired to his. “How do you have that?”

“Is. It. You?” He was gruff. Unrelenting.

“Yes.”

Unholy words slipped off his tongue, bathing the room with filthy intentions. The phone hit the ground when he tossed it aside, but I didn’t see if it cracked because the intensity of his stare held me hostage.

“Do you have any idea how many nights I’ve stared at that godforsaken photo? How many times I’ve tried to get off but couldn’t unless it was that image in my sight? The way I fist my dick while picturing what’s just below the frame, what those tiny pink straps are touching?”

Oh, I was strung tight. Pulled taut between shock and desire. In my jeans, my dick pulsated and leaked, straining against lace that only moments ago I’d been self-conscious of.

“Drop your pants.”

My palms hit the wall at my back as my hands searched for purchase. His voice. His fiery stare. My knees could not withstand it.

“Show me what I want. What I’ve been lusting after for months.”

I started to speak, but all that came out was a whine. I wet my lips, trembling fingers reaching for the waistband of my jeans.

Suddenly, he was there, plowing into me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them over my head against the wall. His bigger frame overtook mine, making me feel small and owned.

“Of course it’s you,” he murmured, burying his nose in my hair. “Who else could it be but my Goldilocks? Even when you were only a picture, you were all that I wanted.”

His breath ruffled my hair, teeth latching on to my earlobe. Groaning, I tilted my head, offering up anything at all.

Reaching up, he grabbed a handful of my hair, holding my head so he could meet my eyes. “Take your pants off for me, sweetheart. Let me see how sexy you are.”

He let go and stepped back as my shaking hands undid my jeans. They were so loose they dropped almost instantly, and in a flash of insecurity, I grabbed them.

His legitimate growl reverberated throughout his mostly empty house, and the possessive, threatening tone had me letting go.

Fabric pooled around my feet as I stood there on full display. The thong I wore was deep purple, a shade that matched my crop top. The straps were slightly thicker than the pink thong in the photo and cut high on my hips.

The air in the room was cold compared to my heated skin, and goose bumps raced down my legs. I wanted to look down, to make sure my stiff dick was still encased in the purple lace cup at the front, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off Emmett.

He was staring. No. Not staring. Devouring me with a single-minded focus that was equal parts intoxicating and overwhelming.

I moved to cover myself, but he made a sound, stopping me in my tracks. My hands fell back to my sides, and I stood there, not naked but stripped bare as his eyes ate up the crop top, thong, and diamond in my navel.

Still not tearing his eyes away, he held up his hand to motion for me to spin. Swallowing thickly, I rotated, letting him see my ass and the way the purple strap disappeared between my cheeks.

He made a sound, and I glanced over my shoulder.

“I want to put my mouth on you. My hands on you. My dick in you. I’ve never been so hungry for anyone or anything in my entire life.”

I bowed my head, my forehead meeting drywall as I let his hunger consume me. Forgotten were my insecurities. I couldn’t be self-conscious about my small size or love of lingerie because he was hungry . And dear God, I was hungry too.

“Turn around, Goldilocks.”

I turned.

“Show me that diamond.”

I touched the gem in my navel, rolling it between two fingers.

“Tell me I can have you,” he rasped, stare finally releasing my body to meet my eyes. “Tell me I can do anything I want to you. Tell me your body is now mine.”

I started to melt down the wall. He was everything I ever wanted. Everything I searched for but thought didn’t exist.

“Bodhi.”

I froze.

“Tell me.”

“Anything,” I whispered. “Take anything.” Take it all.

His nostrils flared, and his arousal only enhanced mine. “You sure?”

I nodded once, and he moved swiftly, grabbing hold of me and pushing me up the wall. I tried to wrap my legs around his torso, but he kept lifting until my legs draped over his shoulders and his warm, wet mouth closed over my dick.

Gasping, I arched back, shoulders knocking into the wall. His fingers dug into the bare skin of my ass as he licked and mouthed at my weeping dick through the lace of the thong. I groaned and pushed closer as he kissed and sucked, the fabric quickly growing drenched. The lace was delicate and soft. The short, rough hair of his beard would catch on it and tug, further teasing my already super-sensitized skin.

“You are so beautiful,” he rasped, lifting me a bit higher and burying his nose in the crease where my leg and groin met. “So goddamn beautiful.”

He inhaled deep, lightly scratching his scruff along my skin while kissing and licking every inch he could reach. Trembling, I grabbed at his short hair, rubbing over the back of his head and pulling him closer.

Those words were nice. Who wouldn’t want to hear them? But it wasn’t what he’d just said but the way he worshipped me, the way he made me believe those words. I’d never felt so seen… and it was a view he liked.

I will fall for you. I will fall and never get back up.

His teeth closed over one of the straps and peeled it to the side, nosing under the edge of the lace. Desperate, I reached between us, yanking the fabric aside and letting my dick free. He licked over the tip, then sucked it into his mouth, and I collapsed against the wall, thighs squeezing his head.

God, his mouth was sinful, and he was not shy. He licked and sucked every inch from my balls to the base of my cock to the shaved skin above it.

When he pulled back, his cheeks were stained pink and his beard was wet from the effort. Even though I felt his arms trembling, he held me high, setting his sights on the piercing. His tongue dipped inside my navel, swirling around before closing over the diamond stud and sucking. Tingles shot through me, and my stomach clenched as sparks of pain shot down into my balls.

“This is mine,” he demanded. “I’m gonna come all over it. Mark it.”

I whined, clenching my thighs even tighter around him.

He lowered me to my feet and pushed my chest into the wall, pinning me there with a firm hand. “Present your ass to me.”

I arched my back, offering up a clear view, and he hummed with pleasure. Hooking a finger beneath the waistband of the lingerie, he tugged it up and then let it go.

Snap! The band smacked into my skin, the sting of pain making me cry out and ask for more.

His grunt filled the room, his satisfaction heady, and I preened knowing I pleased him. One thick finger pushed into my crack, making my eyelids flutter with sweet anticipation. His finger hooked once more into the strap snug between my cheeks, and I held my breath. Waiting. Hoping.

Snap! I gasped, the sting against my hole making me clench.

My knees buckled, and he picked me up.

“Daddy,” I whispered, looping my arms around his neck and burying my face.

His body went rigid, and then his hand was in my hair, yanking my face back. “What did you just call me?”

My lips rolled in. I hadn’t meant to say it, but the instinct had been impossible to deny. Tears filled my eyes, but I battled them back. If I’d been stripped bare before, now I was utterly see-through.

My most guarded desire, the thing I gave up hope of ever finding. Just because he felt like a daddy to me didn’t mean he was. Or that he wanted to be called that. And with our age gap… it might make him uncomfortable.

“Goldilocks,” he cajoled, the softness in his voice making my lip wobble. “Hey,” he purred, brushing my hair away from my face while I looked anywhere but at him. “Can you say it again?”

That got my attention, and I dared a glance at his face, which was flushed but also soft. I chewed my lower lip. “You want me to?”

He grabbed my hand, dragged it down to the bulge in his pants, and held it there.

“Say it,” he cajoled.

“Daddy.”

Beneath my hand, his dick spasmed, and he moaned.

Feeling emboldened, I said, “Kiss me, Daddy.”

Instantly, he was on me, our lips gliding together as our tongues twisted. He pulled me off the wall and started walking, endlessly kissing as we went. I twisted the cord of the whistle around my hand and tugged, pulling him even tighter against my mouth as he carried me up the stairs.

I knew the second we entered his bedroom because his scent intensified. The door slammed behind us when he kicked it closed, and the popping sounds our lips made when he pulled back were audible. He put me down, and I reached for his shirt, peeling it over his body and tossing it aside.

My hands lay flat on his defined chest, smoothing over the pectoral muscles and down his sides. His abs were defined, waist narrow. It was clear he still swam by the perfect V-shape of his body. His skin was hairless and unmarked, his nipples a deep color against his chest. I touched everything, sliding my hands possessively over him, exploring, touching, and kissing across his chest.

He pushed at his pants, kicking them off and revealing an impressive dick standing straight off his body. He was hairless there too, and I trailed my fingers down his abs and over his groin, fingertips brushing over his shaft.

He grabbed me then, kissing me until the world faded, though I realized I was on my back on the mattress. His scruff dragged over my jaw and down my neck, lips latching on to my nipple. I cried out and arched up as he sucked the sensitive pebble into his mouth and wrapped his fist around my cock.

I shuddered, the feel of him around me so good. He let go, reaching between my legs and pushing my thighs apart. I made room for him, and he settled between me, our dicks slotting together and making us both groan.

His elbows hit the bed on either side of my head, and he gazed down. We stared at each other for long, charged moments. Neither of us uttered a word, but so much was said.

And then the weight of his body was gone, and I was blinking up at the empty space he’d just occupied. My body flipped, belly hitting the mattress.

He pressed a kiss to the back of my shoulder, then lightly bit into muscle. I groaned, pushing back, hoping he would increase the pressure, but he chuckled and kissed down my spine. I spread my legs, and the sound of a cap opening was followed by the cool drizzle of liquid silk.

He poured an entire puddle in the small of my back, but I didn’t question him because I’d told him he could do anything and I wholeheartedly meant it.

His hands dived into the liquid, and he began massaging the small of my back and my ass. His fingers made me moan as he kneaded and massaged, turning my already submissive body completely boneless. After peeling the thong down my legs, he came back, massaging into my crease and lubing up my crack. There was so much slickness that my balls were drenched, and when he grabbed them to massage it around, I thrust into the mattress.

“Not yet,” he told me. “No coming until I say you can.”

“But, Daddy,” I complained.

He leaned down, sinking his teeth into the flesh of my ass. The prick of pain made me groan. “No coming until I say so.”

I settled back on the mattress, and he dragged a thumb over my hole.

“Yes,” I whispered. “More.”

He pressed inside me without hesitation, my body stretching to accommodate his thick digits. I moaned, lifting to my knees to give him better access, the sense of fullness setting off a rush of relief inside me. Soon, I was rocking back on two fingers, panting and fisting the sheets.

He pulled out, leaving me empty and making me collapse.

“Em,” I begged. “Please.”

His body blanketed mine, his full weight pushing me into the mattress and making it hard to breathe. His hand knotted in my hair, lips brushing my ear. “I want to take you raw. Are you okay with that?”

“No condom?”

“Unless you want one. Tell me the truth. I won’t get upset.”

I hesitated.

He brushed the hair away from my face and kissed my temple. “I’ll use one.”

He was gone before I could tell him to wait, the sound of a drawer opening and closing and the crinkle of a packet filling the room.

I pushed up and leaned over to take it from his hand.

He pulled the condom back and frowned. “I promise I’m not upset.”

“I know,” I told him. “It’s not me I’m worried about. It’s you.”

His eyes met mine. “What do you mean?”

“I haven’t exactly been careful in the past year.” My eyes lowered as the rush of shame swept through me. “I was drunk and high a lot…”

He climbed over me again, pushing me down until we were chest to chest. My eyes fluttered at the skin-on-skin contact, my body singing with comfort.

“The report from your physical came back this afternoon. Everything is good.”

Relief pummeled me, but then I got suspicious. “They told you my test results?”

“They sent a form over that stated you were healthy and cleared for swimming.”

“But what if?—”

“I called over there. I asked if your STD panel was clear.”

“And they told you?”

He was smug. “I’m your coach.”

“They told you it was all negative?” I asked, needing the information more than the argument.

“Yes. They said you have a clean bill of health. If there had been anything, they would have asked for you to come in for a follow-up.”

Tears rushed to my eyes. The relief I didn’t even know I needed was an angry swell crashing against the shoreline.

“You were worried?” His voice was soft and understanding.

I shrugged. “I guess I was.”

He kissed my forehead, my nose, each of my eyelids. A shuddering breath forced its way out.

“Do you want me to stop?”

My eyes popped wide. “No!”

“I will.”

I grabbed the whistle still around his neck and yanked, wrapped my lips around it, and blew. The squeal was loud and filled the room.

He didn’t recoil. His weight remained on top of me, but he did arch one dark brow. “Did you just use my whistle?”

The sound of his voice was sexy. The underlying threat in his tone made me want to be so very bad. I pushed it between my lips again, prepared to give it another blow.

He pulled it free, the little pea inside jingling with the movement. “No one uses my whistle but me.”

“Is that so?” I challenged, meeting his stare. Holding his greenish gaze, my hand wrapped around where he held his precious metal and pulled both down.

Rebellious, I licked across the mouthpiece, swirling my tongue around it before pushing it into the tip where he blew. I moaned lightly, drawing back, swiping over the piece one last time. “The next time you use it, you’ll remember exactly where it’s been,” I said, giving it one last stroke with my tongue.

“I should spank your ass,” he growled, looking between me and the metal I’d just coated with my DNA.

A little rush of excitement coursed through me at that, but I buried it and tugged the cord over his head to toss it over the side of the bed. “Don’t stop.”

He pushed up to his knees, all lean muscle, dark scruff, and desire-heavy eyes. Staring at me, he ripped open the condom with his teeth.

“We don’t need that,” I told him.

“We’re using it.”

I moved to grab it as he rolled it down his shaft.

He caught my wrist and squeezed. “I said we’re using it. For all the times you made a choice you regretted, this is one you won’t.”

I opened my mouth, but his fingers cut into me harder.

“I’ll ask again later, sweetheart. And when you’re ready, I’ll take you raw.”

His strong grip contrasted with his gentle words, and it broke me down. “Promise?”

“Oh, I promise, Goldilocks. Now lie down.”

I lay down and spread my legs, and he fingered me to make sure I was ready.

“If it’s too much—” He started, but I cut him off.

“It won’t be.”

A glint of challenge shone in his eyes, but I forgot about it the second his thick head pushed against my entrance.

I tensed, feeling how big he was, but his tongue swept into my mouth, and I relaxed all over again. He pushed, sliding halfway in, and cursed. My eyes widened at how I burned, how full I felt with only half his length. Suddenly, I worried I wouldn’t be able to take all of him.

“God, you’re perfect,” he growled, a feral rumble in his voice. I forgot about myself, instantly entranced by his blissed-out expression. “You hug me so good.”

Oh. Did I just become a size queen?

Yes. Yes, I did. At least for him. I wanted every inch of this man .

“More,” I begged, and he pushed the rest of the way in, both of us groaning when his balls hit my skin. My body stretched, rearranging itself to make room for him sort of the way my shattered heart felt whole enough to love him.

Pushing up on his palms, he gazed down at me with so much intensity that I held my breath. “No one else touches you now. You’re mine.”

I nodded.

“Can you do that for me, baby? Can you be mine and only mine?”

He pulled out and thrust in. My back arched, nails leaving claw marks across his back.

“Say it, Goldilocks. Tell me who you belong to.”

“Yours,” I said, clenching around his thick cock. “Yours, Daddy. No one else’s.”

He started moving then with long, sure strokes, spearing me over and over until I was blind to everything but the way my body felt split open on his cock. My body slid up the mattress with every thrust, and when his hand slapped onto the headboard and gripped, I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist.

He fucked me so good that I didn’t think. I just floated in a space of pure pleasure, and nothing else mattered because he had me and I was safe. My body sang even as it tightened more and more, begging for release as his swollen head dragged over my prostate until I was pleading.

“Please,” I panted out, reaching between us to grab my dick and stroke. “I want to come.”

“You ready to come for me, sweetheart? You gonna show me how fucking gorgeous you are when you fall apart on my dick?”

“I’m already in pieces, Daddy.” I moaned. “Finish me.”

His throaty laugh brought me to the very edge, and he pushed my hand, replacing it with his. I shot off without even a single stroke.

“That’s it,” he cooed, thrusting deep and holding himself there, pulsing his hips to nudge my P-spot while draining me dry.

My entire body felt like a live wire, tense and pulsing while the orgasm poured out of me, all over my belly, and hit him in the chest. I moaned and called his name, nails digging into his arm as pleasure held me captive until I was wrung out and spent on the bed.

Above me, Emmett’s body tensed, and his rhythm turned uneven. I peeled my eyes open because this was a sight I did not want to miss.

Jaw locked, his eyes met mine for one blistering, beautiful moment before he threw his head back and moaned long and low, his dick throbbing inside me.

Before he was finished, Emmett pulled out swiftly, ripped the condom off, and fisted his cock to shoot across my belly, painting the diamond stud white just like he said he would.

Grunting, he reached between our bodies, smearing it around and pushing his finger into my belly button.

“Mine,” he rumbled, then laid his messy fingers against my lips.

I sucked them into my mouth and licked them clean.

Emmett collapsed on top of me and rolled, draping me over his chest. I sighed, burying my face against him, breathing deep the scent of sex and man. His fingers threaded in my hair and began stroking.

And for the first time in so very long, I was at peace.