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Every time Cora comes, we all sit back, sated, even the ones who didn’t get a piece of her in that session. We’ll work as one, each of us rejoicing in the completion of the others, because she’s ours. Equally, beautifully ours.
All of us will rejoice. Except for Jud, who stands alone, in the dark, his face hidden in shadow.
And this is the extent of what the Working shows me. I don’t know why Jud stands apart from the rest of us, but I can guess. He doesn’t want to share. He wishes he could have Cora all to himself, but he’s too good a leader to make it so. Or maybe he worries that if he gave Cora a choice of who she wanted to be with, she’d choose everyone but him, so he got ahead of it and declared she’d be with all of us.
Whatever the reason, it’s clear I’ll need to stay alert as Cora slowly unfurls her petals of sexuality. I’ll need to manage Jud every bit as much as he manages this settlement, in order to keep the peace.
So be it.
The Working is done with me for now. I feel it retreat. I only wish the fucking erection holding up the blankets would retreat as well, especially since Cora is beginning to stir.
Like a baby owl, she blinks those pretty eyes awake, and when she finds me gazing at her, she smiles and says, “Good morning, Daddy.”
And I’m dead. Dead and buried and in heaven with an actual angel.
I have to clear the emotion from my throat before saying, “’Mornin’, little one.”
She stretches her arms over her head, and I think I’m in the clear, that she’s not going to feel my fucking tent pole, but then she turns to snuggle against my side, and she hitches her leg over my hips.
I expect her to shrink back as her knee grazes my hardon, but she doesn’t. Instead, she meets my gaze and repeats the motion.
“Mmmm. What have we here?” Her voice is husky in the morning. With her sleep-tousled hair and languid movements, she’s a sex goddess, and I’ll be damned, because sheknowsit. She rubs her leg over me again, and this time, she sandwiches my hardon between her silky thigh and my lower abs for a full second before releasing it with a sly grin.
Fuck me. Is my little one in a mood to play?
Last night, she tried her hand at seduction. It was…not effective. But this morning is another story. If she gives me the go-ahead, I will pleasure until lunch time, pelican and sermon-prep be damned.
“You gave me a lot to think about last night,” Cora says in low, sexy tones. She’s climbing over my legs skin to skin, and her pussy is making my right thigh damp. Using her hands on my chest for leverage, she scoots back farther, dragging the covers with her. At last, she’s straddling me just above my knees, and she says, “Now, I want to giveyousomething to think about.”
And before I can process what’s happening, she grasps my hardon with one hand and guides its mushroom tip between her lips. Hot, wet heaven hits me in the gut, and I moan like a bear coming out of hibernation.
But this is all wrong. I’m the one who’s supposed to be pleasuring her, teaching her how to be with a man without fear.
“Baby, no.” It takes all my will power to utter the words.
She’s got half my inches inside her sweet mouth. She freezes and turns concerned eyes up to me. Christ, the sight of my dick stretching those full lips is a knife of pure pleasure to my insides.
She slides up and off me, leaving my dick cold and needy. “You want me to stop?”
No.“Yes.”Fuck.I cup her face in my hand. “Daddy has a rule. His little one always gets pleasure first. Now, lie back, baby. Daddy’s gonna love on you.”
Her pupils grow large. She wants Daddy’s lovin’. But she shakes her head, wild hair dancing on her shoulders.
“No.”
I feel my eyebrows climb my forehead. I didn’t take Cora for a defiant little one. I might have to adjust my approach with her. “You fixin’ to disobey your daddy?” I keep it playful. No matter how defiant she might be, I’ll hold to my promise. I’ll never hurt her or do anything she doesn’t want or need.
She shakes her head. Her face is open and innocent and not defiant in the least when she says, “I don’t want to disobey. But last night, you taught me about agency, and right now, I really want to use my agency to show my daddy how much I appreciate our talk. Please. Let me do this for you, and then…then, if you want…” She blushes, and I can’t get over how innocent she is while being a sex goddess at the same time. “Please?” she says again. Her imploring gaze jumps between me and my randy dick, and Working help me, I don’t have it in me to deny her.
“This one time,” I tell her. “Just this one time, I’ll let you give me pleasure first. But, hear this, little one. Afterwards, you will follow Daddy’s instructions to. A. Tee. Understand?”
She nods. Her face glows with the joy of a child who’s just been gifted a long-coveted toy. And without wasting any more words, she dives back down on me, and I’m dead again.
I’m dead and floating on a cloud of silken warmth. How long has it been since I’ve had any part of a woman on my dick? Ten? Twelve years? And it’s never been like this. It’s never been pure and right, never been freely given and freely received. In my past, as an evil motherfucker, sex was a tool. Always. It was a means to an end, usually money, drugs, a contract, or off-the-books reimbursement for off-the-books services rendered. Emotion had no place in the transaction.
But this.This.
This is unadulterated emotion expressed through action. This is lips and tongue and heat and saliva working over a rigid organ designed to give and receive pleasure. This is erotic in a way that opens my eyes to something new. I can hardly think for how good she feels, loving me with her mouth and with her sweet hums that show how much she’s enjoying what she’s doing.
