Page 6 of Gifted To His Dad

It’s not lost on me how hard he’s working to show me I can trust him. That he wants me here just as much as I want to be here.

I go to stand but wobble on my feet, blood rushing to my head. A strong, solid arm bands around my back, catching me and surrounding me in the fresh scent of forest.

Cole’s standing in front of me, a sly smirk forming on his lips. It takes my sluggish brain several seconds to realize what’s happened, and my head snaps up, meeting Griffin’s piercing blue eyes. There’s an electric tension surrounding us and holding me in place as heat pools between my thighs. He’s staring down at me, bottom lip caught between his teeth, a muscle ticking in his jaw as if he’s fighting something, before he finally lets me go, pushing me toward Cole.

His voice is gruff when he says, “Get some sleep,” then turns on his heels and disappears down the hall.

The loss of his warmth is like an ice bath snapping me back to reality. What did I just do? I stare at the ground, unable to meet Cole’s gaze. He’s going to hate me for this. There’s no way he didn’t notice how I was reacting to Griffin’s touch. I suck in a breath, trying to ready myself for what comes next.

Cole’s gentle touch guides my chin up. His lips skim mine, drawing my attention to him.

“You are so freaking hot right now,” he says huskily as he slides his hand under my shirt and strokes the bare skin at my waist.

Startled, I go to pull away, but he holds me in place, eyes darkened on me as his hand slowly ascends my rib cage.

His voice is dark, liquid as he says, “The way pink curls up your neck and your breath comes out in shallow pants is driving me crazy.”

He captures my mouth in a demanding kiss, pushing his tongue deep, claiming me. All thoughts are lost to his touch, as if he’s controlling me down to the beating of my heart.

Hands grip my ass, pulling me up until my legs wrap around his hips. I gasp in a breath as his hard cock grinds into me, the pressure directly against my clit. His movements turn wild as he touches me everywhere, leaving hot trails of desire in their wake. I’ve never been so grateful to have a birth control implant.

The faint sound of a shower turning on has me pulling away. “We should go to the room.”

He drops his head to mine, taking several breaths before releasing his grip and letting my feet settle on the ground. “You’ve got two seconds to run before I strip you right here.”

I swallow hard and rush down the hall, knowing he’s only a step behind me. We’re no more than a foot into the room before the door slams and he has me pushed up against it, mouth instantly hot on mine. We only break apart to rip off my shirt and bra before pushing my leggings and thong to the ground.

He pulls back to look at me, growling deep in his throat. “So fucking pretty.”

His mouth encircles my nipple as he sucks on it hard, drawing a tight scream from me. It hurts, but I don’t want him to stop. My fingers tangle in his pants, desperately trying to pushthem down. He chuckles and pushes them the rest of the way until his cock rests against my core.

His face is so close that his breaths mingle with mine as he coats his cock with my wetness. “Fuck, baby.”

He pushes my thighs tight together, trapping his cock between them, his eyes dark as he slides it back and forth.

With each push of his hips, the base of his cock rubs against my clit, drawing pleasure through my body until it forms a tight knot within me.

Cole’s breaths grow sharp, his movements jerky as he pounds me into the door. Clear green eyes consume me as he pulls us closer to our release. I’ve never done anything like this. I didn’t know something that’s almost innocent could feel this amazing. My fingers dig into his shoulders, the thin fabric doing nothing to stop my nails from bruising him.

I moan and cover my mouth, trying to stop the sounds from escaping.

He pulls it away, nipping my bottom lip. “I want to hear you.”

My next moan is even louder, but at this point, I don’t care. My hips move on their own, practically begging him for more.

“Come for me,” he demands, and like he controls me, my body responds with electricity shooting through me until I see stars.

He pulls back, covering my stomach with his own release. His head drops to mine as he massages his cum into my skin with his fingers.

“You look good like this.”

I can barely hold myself up, and he supports me with an arm around my back. I heave in breaths, trying to regain a semblance of rationality.

“We should shower.” My voice is barely above a whisper.

He shakes his head no. “I’m not even close to being done with you.”

I look down, shocked that he’s still so hard.

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