Page 128 of When The Rain Falls

“Goddamn.” A thrill prickles down my back. “Say it again.” I find where she’s swollen and desperate. My fingers are instantly coated in her arousal and I drag it around her entrance.

“Finn…” The word skitters into my ear, her heated breath circling the air between us. I drag my lips across her jaw and press them back to her mouth.

“Today,” she pants out and takes a ragged breath, letting me know that my pressure and pace between her thighs is just right. She tips her chin, releases a soft moan, and I plant kisses down her neck. “Thank you for coming for me.”

“I’m always going to be there for you, Aimee. At all your finish lines.” My lips linger on her skin. If she’s spent her whole life not feeling wanted, it’s my new purpose to make up for it. To love her so hard that she forgets ever feeling anything else. “You’ll always be able to see me. I’ll be cheering the loudest and waving one of those fucking cheesy handmade signs.”

“Oh yeah?” She begins to stroke me and it’s lighting fire to all my nerves. “What will it say?”

“My girl always finishes.” Aimee’s laugh bubbles against my torso and I realize that it’s the first time I’ve felt one of her laughs. It shakes my chest until her joy is imprinted on me, vibrant, bright, thrilling. She’s so fucking contagious. The thought of being part of her happiness, sharing in it for the rest of my life knocks me unsteady.

“You really want to thank me, darling?” I plant a quick kiss on her chin as I pull my hand out from between her legs. I tucka strand of hair behind her ear and take in the warmth of her brown irises.

“Feel free to get on your knees,” I whisper. “And show me how thankful you are.” I grab a handful of ass and squeeze.

Aimee licks her full lips. “Yes,Daddy,” she breathes. There’s something downright sinful in her eyes as she lowers herself down the wall. Her hands cascade down my thighs as her head dips below my waist. Desperate to see everything, I tug my shirt up my abdomen and watch as she bobs my tip against her slightly parted lips. It doesn’t feel like I’m breathing, and yet, I hear it. The sound of my breath dragging in through clenched teeth and a tight jaw.

She takes me in. I tuck a piece of her hair off her face so I can watch myself disappear into her mouth. She sucks and her cheeks hollow and her eyes flutter up to mine for approval.

“Good job, baby.” I coo at her, resisting the urge to thrust deeper. Her cheeks round as she smiles around my cock. All the while, her head is bobbing, her lips sliding up and down my erection, and she begins to hum.

Fucking Christ.

My head tips back as I’m overtaken by a current of desire. I quickly pull back, to stop the wave inside me from crashing beyond the point of no return.

“Goddamn, Aimee,” I swipe my thumb across her mouth, wiping off remnants of her saliva and trying to ignore the way I’m aching for release. “You're so fucking good at that.”

I guide her back up the wall.I shuck my pants all the way off, pull my shirt over my head, and squeeze her in a hug that lifts her from the floor. She gives an excited cry as I carry her out of the room and guide her down onto the mattress.

For a moment, I just take her in. Her flushed body against the white sheets of the bed. Her hair spilling across the mattress, her legs rubbing eagerly together. I sink into the moment withevery bit of my consciousness. I can’t remember the last time I allowed myself to feel this happy, so freely. And, for the first time in nine years, I’m not worried that it’s a trick. Because little by little, Aimee showed me that life can be good. And for the first time in nine years, I believe that’s true.

“You just gonna stare at me,Daddy?” Aimee’s seductive taunt wrestles me back to the present. The way she breathes out the wordDaddy, urgent and needy shoots hot prickles straight to my groin. I want to be everything to her. But right now, I fucking want to be her Daddy.

“Or are you going to touch me?” She runs a pointed foot playfully up the inside of my leg as she works her bottom lip.

“You want me to be your Daddy?” I grab her ankle, my large hand cuffing her. I set her foot on my shoulder, reach down, and draw her hips to the edge of the bed. “I’ll be your Daddy, baby.” I kiss her ankle bone and slide my lips down her leg.

“Tell me, Aimee. Who made your pussy wet?”

“You did, Daddy.”

“That’s right. And it’s mine. And you’re going to ask Daddy nicely if you want him to fuck you. Tell your Daddy please.”

I tease her legs apart to accommodate me. I grip her thighs and tilt my pelvis, as I rock my cock back and forth over her pussy. Her body lifts at my attention as her back arches and she lets out a raspy mewl.

“Please,” she whimpers. “Fuck me.”

“That’s good, baby,” I praise her. I grip her waist with both hands as I line myself up with her. She’s so wet that I keep slipping. “Next, you’re going to lay back and take my cock like a good little girl.” I use my hand now, to press myself across her entrance and drink in the way my head parts her folds.

Aimee nods solemnly, but the fire in her eyes and the way she’s furiously working her lip tells me to hurry the fuck up.

“And if you like Daddy’s cock, what are you going to say, baby?” I can’t play games anymore. I need to be inside her. I give in. I press into her, slowly at first, enjoying the way her chin tips and the airy gasp that escapes from her throat. When I ease in further, my body shudders with a bolt of pleasure. It’s everything I can do to keep my eyes on her and not rolling back into my head. But seeing the way the hollow at the base of her throat deepens and her eyes hood, it’s fucking worth the effort.

“What are you supposed to say, baby?” I grit out the words as I rock my full weight against her body. I lift both her legs so I can enjoy how the back of her thighs slam into my torso with each thrust.

“Oooh, Daddy,” she moans, teasing her nipples as her chest rises from the mattress. “You feel so good. I want to come on your cock. And then I want you to keep fucking me with it. That’s what your baby likes.” She shifts beneath me, bringing a knee to her chest to take more.

Goddamn. This girl has a filthy mouth. And I fucking love it.

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