“Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck, I’m coming again!”
“Come, baby. Come all over my dick.”
I felt a tingle in the base of my spine, but I didn’t want to close my eyes. I watched Dina’s flushed face as her head tipped back and a low, loud moan ripped out of her throat as she came again on my dick. Her pussy squirted out at me, and I tossed my head back as cum erupted from my cock, soaking deep into her tight little cunt.
She screamed again, and I felt ripples of another small orgasm tear through her body. My movements slowed before I gently released her legs and covered her lips with mine. Our tongues tangled together, teasing and languid before we were breathinginto each other’s mouths as we came down from our orgasmic high.
A long time later, Dina stirred from a small nap. I pressed a kiss to her head, breathing in her scent. Fuck, I loved her. There was no denying that what I felt was more than just lust. I wanted to be with her all the time. I wanted her to have my last name and a belly full of our children if that’s what she wanted. I couldn’t let her go.
“I told my mom that I was staying the night at a friend’s,” Dina murmured.
I stiffened. “Dina,” I growled. “If you were going to spend the night with that little pipsqueak–”
She slapped my chest. “No, you dick. I texted my mom when I came inside your house. I dropped my phone when you walked in and…well…you know.”
I grinned at her shyness. She hadn’t been so shy when I had my tongue in her ass.
Fuck! That reminded me. “I gotta charge my phone,” I said, lifting my head to make sure it was still on the table and hadn’t been knocked aside during our rough sexual escapade.
I’d been in such a rush to get here that I forgot to plug in my charger as I drove to Koby Plains. Guilt assailed me when I thought of Lucy and whether she’d tried to contact me. She was home alone, but she was also eighteen and a good kid. I felt safe knowing I had a ring camera set up to alert me when anyone came and went. Still, I reached over and plugged my phone into the charger. The battery charge symbol popped up.
“C’mon,” I said to her. “Let me feed you.
Chapter 8
Dina
Michael didn’t have much in his almost empty house, so he drove into town to pick up pizza for us. Our town was too small to have a delivery service.
We were sitting in bed, and I was wearing one of his oversized shirts. His eyes had gone feral when he saw me slip it on and he’d eaten me out again as I held the long shirt up.
I wiped my fingers with a napkin, dabbing at my mouth as I finished my second slice. Usually I could demolish a whole pizza on my own, but my nerves wouldn’t let me. I watched Michael as he drank his bottle of water; the column of his throat moved as he swallowed.
He was already growing stubble that trickled down his neck, over that strong Adam’s apple. He was just so sexy; so…manly.
Well, he is forty-two, dummy.
He was so much older, wiser and worldly than me. Was this some sort of sexual kink for him? To sleep with a woman less than half his age?
“What is it, baby?”
His head was tilted at me, his brow furrowed in concern. His fingers reached out and stroked my cheek and I instinctively leaned into his touch.
“What is this?” I asked. My cheeks flushed, and my stomach twisted in nerves. I licked my dry lips and pushed through.
“Is this a bit of fun for you until you meet someone more appropriate or–”
“You really think I’d risk my livelihood, the rumors and glares from other folks, my relationship with my daughter—your best friend—for a bit of fun?”
Although his words were harsh, his gaze was tender as he stared down at me. “This is me staking my claim. You’remine, Dina. No one else’s.” His mouth tightened. “So no more dates with boys.”
My mouth quirked, and he tightened his hand on my chin. “I mean it, brat. No dates. No hanging out with other guys. If I find out you’ve even smiled at another boy–”
“And what about you?” I glared. “Are you going to stay away from other women?”
“No one else exists for me but you.”
The air was sucked out of me, and my face softened as I fought a pleased smile. But then I remembered. “And what about Lucy? I already feel guilty sleeping with her dad.”
