Page 14 of Daddy Issues

“Harder, Graham. Fuck me harder!”

Leaning directly over her spread ass, I let my saliva drip from my lips, swiping it around and covering my thumb before slowly pressing into the tight ring. She opens right up for me, the tip of my finger slipping into her ass up to the first knuckle.

“Oh, fuck.” Her body hums, vibrating and shaking as I pull back my hips and slam home, taking her hard and fast, my thumb pressing deeper into her ass with every thrust. It doesn’t take long before I’ve filled both her holes completely, fucking her like she asked for.

“This what you wanted, honey? This pussy need it rough? You need it in both holes?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Don’t stop, please don’t stop. Never stop.”

Hearing those words from Hailey’s lips does something to my chest. Even though they’re said deep in the throes of pleasure, hearing them snaps something into place.

My balls draw up, my orgasm rapidly approaching, but I need to make her come again.

“I want one more, Hailey. Come for me.”

“Make me, Graham. Make me come!”

Leaning around us with my free hand, I quickly find her clit as my orgasm barrels forward, the telltale signs tingling at the base of my spine. Fuck.

“Need you to come, honey. Fucking come!” I nearly plead, my voice desperate.

I press down on her clit, slipping around the nub with firm circles as her pussy clenches hard on my dick as she comes. Her body hums under me, her legs shaking so badly she struggles to hold herself up.

“You want me to pull out, Hails? Tell me now.”

“Come inside me, Graham!”

That permission is all I need. My cock thickens inside her, throbbing against her tight walls as I slam into her one final time, filling her up with my cum as she orgasms around me. Her flutters prolong mine, the endless pleasure nearly causing me to black out. As we both start to come down, I slowly pull from her body, watching as my cum leaks from her swollen pussy. Using my clean finger, I can’t help but swipe it up, pushing it back inside her, loving how open and thoroughly fucked her pussy looks. She moans as I languidly play with her for a moment, the sight of my cum in her pussy doing something to me, making me grateful as fuck that she’s on the pill. Hell, that she allowed me to take her bare and come inside her to begin with. What a fucking gift; as if she hasn’t already given me enough, this perfect woman manages to top it.

Gathering her up in my arms, I lay us down on our sides, her body turning so her head rests on my bicep, my arm wrapped around her waist, our bodies flush against one another. I didn’t expect to enjoy this closeness as much as I am. Any one-night stand I’ve managed to slip in over the last ten years—a total of three—has been a quickie, and sure as shit wasn’t followed up with snuggling.

Brushing the ruined curls of her blonde hair out of her face, the fine baby hairs around her hairline stick to her skin from sweat.

“You did so well, how are you feeling?”

“Better than ever.”

My heart swells behind my ribs, loving that I could make this woman feel so good. How am I going to walk away from her now? One time is all it took for me to become an addict, knowing full well I’ve sealed my ticket to hell. Jay would murder me with a smile if he knew the things I just did to his daughter. Guilt tries to sneak its way in, but I push it away to deal with later.

“Yeah, honey, best I’ve ever had,” I confess. Then I take a chance; as stupid as I am, I’m too far gone. “What now?” Because I can’t have her, but how the fuck do I move on after this?

She keeps her head down, snuggled into me when she speaks, as if she doesn’t want to meet my eyes when she says her next words.

“I really like taking care of you, Graham . . . and I’ve heard of this thing, and I didn’t know if you would be open to it.”

What could she be talking about?

“Okay, honey . . . I’ll keep an open mind, what is it?”

“It’s called free use. I want to give you free use of me.”

My heart stops, the air in my lungs leaving with a rough exhale. Fuck, does she even understand what that means?

“Hailey, you don’t know what you’re saying . . .” She’s so damn young and inexperienced. There’s no way I could let her do this.

“It . . .” I pull back slightly to look down at her. This sweet woman has already given me so damn much. She’s worrying her lip, grinding it between her teeth, vulnerability leaching off her in waves.

“It what, Hails?” God, please don’t say what I think you are about to, ’cause I don’t know if I’m strong enough to say no.

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