Page 29 of My Downfall

“Same,” she murmurs.

“I should have had more control than this, baby. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, it was both of us,” she mumbles and I can’t resist any longer.

My fingers slowly scoop my cum from where it has pooled between her thighs on the leather seat and push it back into her.

I bite my lip, unable to stop the groan that leaves me at what I’m doing. Fuck me, if this isn’t one of the hottest things I’ve ever done.

My cock twitches where it’s resting against my thigh, desperate to get back inside her and spill another load.

“Why is that so hot?” I hear her whisper.

“Come home with me.” The words leave my mouth before I’m even aware of thinking them but it’s exactly what I want.

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. We need to talk.”

“No, we need to stop this. Whateverthisis.”

“Not a chance,” I rasp.

“Hudson, this can’t happen.Wecan’t happen.”

“We’re alone, baby girl and my cock is currently hanging out of my pants. What do you call me when we’re alone?”

“I am not calling youDaddyright now,” she splutters.

“Why? I had a moment there of thinking you’d just made me one.”

“That’s not funny.”

“No, it’s not but it certainly wasn’t as scary as I thought it would have been.”

“You’re insane,” she breathes as her wide eyes stare up at me.

“I think when it comes to you, I just might be.”

I’ve stuffed all of my cum back inside her pretty little cunt, but I need to get her dressed before I stuff her with my cock again.

“Here, let’s put these back on you.” I pick her shorts and the tiny scrap of lace she had on up from the ground and feed her legs back into them. Once she’s dressed and sitting up in front of me, I take her face in my hands and hold her gaze. “You’re coming home with me.”

“Hudson,” she groans as her head drops back on her shoulders.

I let the Daddy issue drop this time, it’s more important that I get her to come home with me right now.

“Sweet pea, we need to talk. I’m not taking no for an answer. I should have taken you back to my place straight away but feeling you wrapped around me on my bike fried my brain.”

“I’m not staying with you. You drive me home after.” I don’t like it, but agree to it. For now. It will also be after a shower and another fuck.

Mia

I walk through the door of Hudson’s house just as in awe of it this time round as I was the first time.

“Why don’t you go shower while I order us something to eat?”

“We’re meant to be talking. I’m not staying, remember?”