Page 43 of Saving Daddy


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Two moviesand a bag of snacks later, he couldn’t handle it anymore. She was sitting so close to him. Every time she moved, he got a hit of her scent.

And it was enough to make him crazy.

His dick wasn’t behaving. At all.

As the movie ended, he turned to her. She looked sleepy, relaxed.

“Headache gone?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m going to go have a shower, okay?”

“Yes,” she said in a quiet voice.

Getting to his feet, he walked into his room and grabbed some clothes. Moving into the bathroom, he set his clothes down before turning on the shower.

Stripping, he climbed in. His dick was hard, and his balls tight with need. After cleaning himself, he took his cock in hand.

A small groan escaped from him as he ran his hand up and down his shaft.

Fuck.

He cupped his balls, tugging at them lightly as he leaned back against the wall of the shower and moved his hand faster and faster up and down his shaft.

Christ.

He could feel his orgasm building in the small of his back before he erupted with a shout.

Fuck.

Shit.

He took a few deep breaths. That was insane. Had he ever come that quickly?

A knock on the door had him freezing. What the fuck?

“Yeah?” he called out gruffly.

“Are you all right? I heard a shout.”

How loud had he been? Had she seriously heard him from the other room?

That didn’t add up.

“I’m fine. Sorry,” he said hastily.

“Are you sure? Shall I come in?”

“No!” he yelled, then winced. Had he locked the door? He didn’t think he had. He blew out a breath. “I’m fine. Really.”

Crap. He glanced down at himself. He was still standing there, holding his dick and balls.

He quickly let go. Ouch. He’d been clenching a bit too hard on his poor balls.

Get a grip man.

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