When she’s finally still, I slide her lower, guiding her carefully until the head of my cock presses against her soaked entrance. She doesn’t hesitate. She sinks down onto me with a low, breathy moan, taking me deep and burying my cock to the root.
“Fuck,” I hiss. She’s tight. So, fucking tight. Still pulsing and warm from the orgasm.
“I’m so sensitive,” she breathes out, lifting a little and dropping again with a soft, wet slap and a gentle whimper. Her ass smacksagainst my thighs, and I swear, I black out for half a second and forget where I’m at.
“Just like that,” I grunt out.
My fingers slide down to her clit and I rub in hard, tight circles, watching her face—those pretty green eyes dark and wild with lust, a gorgeous flush blooming across her reddened tits, red hair that glows in the last slivers of daylight.
I can’t stop staring at her.
How did I get so damn lucky?
How did I find a woman this soft and this sweet, that’s willing to accept my past?
What are the chances, after all the shit that I’ve done, that I’d find someone who wants me for meandloves my daughter?
And fuck—what do I have to do to keep her?
What if she thinks I’m rushing her?
What if her dad intervenes?
What if I’m already too far gone to care?
“Ride me,” I tell her, watching the way her body moves against me like a wave.
Up and down, over and over again, her thighs press against me, her pussy gripping me like a vice. I reach for her ass, holding tight, helping her ride me the way I know she likes—just the right rhythm, just the right pressure.
“Soul, I can’t hold back,” I grit out, my whole-body pulsing with the need to come. “You’re too good. Too fuckin’ beautiful.”
She throws her hair over her shoulder, fiery red cascading down her back before letting out a broken moan. I feel her clench around me, and I know that we’re both right there. I grip herharder, drive her down against me twice more, and then she’s coming. Her whole body goes tight, her walls clamp around me, and this time I let go with her.
My world explodes. Sound cuts out. The only thing I hear is the pounding of my heart. My hands tremble. My vision whites out. All I know is her—her body, her scent, the way she feels wrapped around me, milking every drop out of me.
I’m lost in her.
Lost in this.
And I’m certain I don’t ever want to come back.
When I finally come to, my arms are limp at my sides, my chest heaving. Bri’s curled against me, head tucked under my arm, breathing slow and even like the storm between us never happened. I look down at my cock, still heavy and half hard and it’s covered in her and me. Wetness covers my stomach from the mark she left behind and I’ve never been more satisfied.
“Let me clean you up.”
She shakes her head gently, the tip of her nose brushing against my chest. “No. I just want you to stay. I just want to snuggle.”
I stay. I hold her through the after, through the slow crawl of night settling around us, my brain looping on one thought:Her.Me and her. Forever. And telling everyone we know.
Coming to New York was supposed to be a reset—an escape from the wreckage I left behind on the west coast, and a chance to be closer to family. A way to focus on my career, Sawyer and put down roots for her. It won’t be long until she’s thinking about college. My hope is she stays somewhere on the east coast. And somehow, in the middle of this giant, chaotic city, I found Bri. I’m convinced that she’s the only other thing that I’ve gotten right besides Sawyer.
I slide my fingers under her chin and tilt her face up toward me. Her lashes flutter open, and I meet her gaze, heart thudding, throat tight because the more time I spend around her, I realize I’m just as much of a hopeless romantic as she is.
“I want more than just our friends and families to know about us, Bri. I want to date you, properly, if you’ll let me. Publicly.” My voice drops lower. “But I won’t lie to you, I’m terrified you’re going to leave. There’s something about me that seems to disappoint women, and I can’t risk doing that to Sawyer again. So, I need to know… do you want this? Do you want… all of this? Because I know it’s a lot to walk into. I know that…” I let out a sigh. “I know that I’m a lot.”
She doesn’t answer right away. And the pause is so long that I can feel the blow coming.
“I think…” she starts softly, “I think we should keep things hidden still. For now.”
