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Shit! She’s going to hate me. She’s going to—
“No!” she yells, her hands circling my waist.
I’m so spent that she’s able to pull me down on top of her, though I try to keep the bulk of my weight off her small body so I don’t crush her beneath me.
“I’m so sorry. I did it again.” I allow myself a moment to nuzzle her neck before trying to push off of her.
She shakes her head back and forth and lifts her legs, trying to wrap them around my back as her fingers dig into my skin. “No! Don’t freak out and leave me again!” Her whole body is shaking now, and she’s crying as she tries to hold on to me.
It takes a second for my brain to work out what’s happening and why she’s reacting like this. It finally hits me when I remember what went down after the first time I came inside her—how I yelled awful, unforgivable things at her, walked out, and left her behind.
The fight goes out of me, and I slide my arms under her to hug her tight as she clings to me, trying to keep me right where I am. I roll us over onto my back so she’s lying on top of me, thighs still spread around my hips. I slip my fingers through her hair, trying to soothe her.
“It’s ok, it’s ok. I’m not going to leave. I promised I wouldn’t leave you again, and I intend to keep it.” I can feel her calming in small increments as I continue combing my fingers through her hair and then up and down her back, murmuring, “It’s ok,” over and over. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise. You hear me, babygirl?”
Her crying turns to sniffles, and she buries her face in my chest. She nods once but keeps a death grip around my neck and shoulders. I reach over and pull my blanket up to cover us, knowing she must be cold.
Dolly falls asleep right where she is with her head on my chest, her arms only relaxing the smallest amount. I close my eyes, fully aware of the fact that my cock head is still trapped inside her snug pussy, even though I’m no longer erect.
I definitely shouldn’t have cum inside her again, but I can’t stop myself from thinking at least it’s not being wasted this time.
Chapter 15
Dolly
I wake feeling well-rested and happy for the first time in years. Snuggled up and warm, I burrow deeper into my fuzzy blanket with a smile.
But then the blanket groans, and I frown.
“You have to quit wiggling like that when we need to be up and on the road soon.”
My eyes pop open at Wyatt’s gravelly voice, thick with sleep, vibrating through my pillow. It’s then I realize I’m not wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket but sprawled out on top of him. It’s his chest I’m snuggling into, and it’s his arm banded around my back that’s keeping me warm.
I sit up slowly, hyper-aware of the fact that we’re both naked and that I’m currently sitting on his dick, which is starting to harden beneath me. I flush straight through my face to the tips of my toes when I remember everything we did last night.
The way he made me gush and scream his name.
How I called him Daddy.
My face is on fire, and Wyatt grins at me like the Cheshire cat. “Good morning, babygirl. How did you sleep last night?”
“Um, it was fine, I guess,” I say, trying to play it cool now that I’m supremely embarrassed by what I did and said to him.
Wyatt flips us over, pinning me beneath him with that smug grin still on his face. He takes me by surprise and steals my breath with a fierce kiss, morning breath be damned.
Leaning back, he says, “Sure. Whatever you say.” He darts in to kiss me again, then hops up, taking me with him and setting me on my feet. He swats me on the ass playfully and says, “Come on. We gotta pack up and should probably hit the showers again before we get on the road. We have to be at the warehouse in eight hours to drop off the truck, and we’re already running behind after sleeping in.”
I’m still rubbing my butt cheek and trying to get my bearings when I feel something trickle down my thighs. “What the fuck?” I mumble under my breath.
Looking down, I see Wyatt’s sticky, half-dried cum trailing down my thighs for the second day in a row. My eyes shoot to his, expecting him to look apologetic or upset, but that’s not at all what I see. His gaze is locked on my thighs, and he’s got a wild, hungry look in his eyes. I have no idea what he’s thinking, but he doesn’t look the least bit sorry.
He snaps out of it when I move to grab the blanket and turn around to wipe away his cum, then pull on my rumpled pink leggings. He turns away as well without saying anything and begins dressing and packing up the cab.
We take quick showers, get our breakfast to go, and pull out on the highway in record time. Today feels markedly different than yesterday, with Wyatt relaxed back in his seat and a pleasant smile on his face.
“So, um, I know this is kind of a ridiculous question since this is already my third day on the road with you, but…where are we going?”
He barks out a laugh at that. “I was wondering when you were going to ask me,” he says, laughing again.
