Page 9 of Summer with a Daddy

“Of course, I am.” She giggles. “I’m better than okay.” She wiggles a little, maybe testing the new sensations she’s feeling.

“If you keep doing that I can’t be responsible for my actions.”

“Really?” She moves her hips more deliberately with a naughty grin. Natalie knows exactly what she’s doing and what she wants and I’m just the man to give it to her.

I roll her over until she’s straddling me. “Ride my cock.”

Her blush deepens as I feel her body tighten around mine. She likes the idea of me telling her what to do. I thought that she did from the few times I’ve been more dominant than usual, but her body tells me everything I need to know. Let’s see just how much she likes it.

Changing the tone of my voice, I say, “Natalie, I told you to ride my cock.” When she starts moving slowly, I grab her hips and help her establish a perfect rhythm. “You like it when I tell you what to do, don’t you?”

She nods and looks away in embarrassment. What the fuck is that? Nothing between us should embarrass her. After I get done fucking her and showing her how great it is between us, we are going to talk about feeling embarrassed about anything between us.

“I want to see you come on my cock, Natalie. I want to feel that pussy strangle me.”

My words set her off, she leans back and screams my name as she comes. The sight is glorious.

She falls forward against my body, I pull her tights and after a few more thrusts into her sweet body, I find my climax.

“Fuck, sweet girl.” I take a deep breath. “That was…”

I can’t find the right word as I look at her limp, sweaty body lying atop mine.

“Incredible,” she whispers.

“Yes, incredible.” I agree, even though that sounds too tame for what that felt like. Earth-shattering, life-changing, world-ending—those words sound closer to what it felt like but still not right. I just know that I’ll never be the same.

CHAPTER SIX

NATALIE

It takes me a few seconds once I open my eyes to realize that I’m in Luke’s bedroom and alone. There’s still an indent in the pillow where he was sleeping the last time I woke, so I know he couldn’t have been gone long.

Is he gone because he doesn’t want to make this morning awkward? Maybe I should get up and go back to my room, so no one feels weird. Even though I’m not sure how we are supposed to not feel weird about last night.

I stand up, holding the damn comforter up to cover myself again, and look around for something to wear as I walk through the house. I was most definitely not wearing clothes when Luke carried me into here. I see a T-shirt of Luke’s lying across a chair and grab it. It smells like him and for a moment I just stand with it pulled up to my nose, inhaling the vanilla sandalwood scent of the man I’m crazy about and then I pull it over my head.

It’s halfway over, covering my whole face, when I’m grabbed around the waist and gently thrown back toward the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby girl?” Luke asks as he pulls down the shirt to expose my face.

“Um, going back to my room?”

“This is your room.”

I push him back so I can sit up. “No, this is your room. I’m in the guest room upstairs.” I shake my head. “I’m a little confused about what this all is.”

“I told you that you are mine,” he says like it’s obvious.

“You know that’s not going to work. You’re my dad’s best friend.”

“Then what do you think this is, Natalie? A little bit of fun for the summer? You’re just convenient?”

I gasp. “No.” Except that’s kind of what I do think. Not that I’m convenient, I don’t think Luke would ever be cruel, but this is just a summer fling. I don’t see how it could be anything more.

Luke stands up and starts to leave the room. “I need to take care of something, but Natalie this is serious for me and I need you to know that. Your dad’s friendship is important to me, but it’s nothing compared to what I feel for you.”

Then he leaves the room and I’m left sitting on the edge of his bed, wearing just his T-shirt, wondering if I’ve messed up something truly spectacular.

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