Page 17 of Voyage with Dad's Best Friend
She closes her eyes as if enjoying the sensation I bring her. “I’m gonna come, Dan.”
“Good. Come for me,” I hear my voice through a fog that muddles my sense.
I quicken my pace while slipping my thumb to rub her nub. “Look at me, Elle. I want to see you when you come.”
Her walls contract, and she squirms under me. I know she’s close. I grab her butt cheeks and pump into her tight hole like a man possessed. The boat rocks as if hit by a storm. She’s releasing so much juice that it drips down my thighs and I hear the squishy sound amid our moans. Drenched in heat and her juice, I no longer remember where I am. I have only one goal now, to make her come. I squeeze her soft ass, her lush breasts, and I pinch her pearly nipples. Elle’s walls ripple around my shaft as she screams my name.
It’s time to pull out, but I can’t gather an ounce of strength to leave her paradise. Besides, she’s gripping me hard.
As I’m fighting my urge, Elle’s nails dig into my skin and she croaks, “Dan, give me your babies, please. Come inside me!”
My dick erupts at the sound of that. Scorching lava that has been boiling in my balls spurts out of my body and floods into her virgin womb.
I collapse onto her small, soft body and lie still for a second, crushing her with my firm torso.
And then I push up and pull my cock out of her still clenching walls. The crown is smeared with our mixed fluid.
Elle touches it with her finger and then licks it. “We taste good,” she says.
God! I love this wicked little girl.
I cradle her in my arms. “Are you happier now, my princess?”
She smiles. “Yes. My wish is going to come true.”
“What wish?”
“I made a wish to have your babies,” she says with a shy smile.
“When?”
“Two Christmases ago, when I last saw you. I fell in love with you that night.”
My jaw falls. Memories flash in my mind. Elle glanced at me often that night in John’s house, when I was recounting my sailing stories. Was she feeling that way for me already? “Did you really? I had no idea.”
“You knew, but you ignored me,” she says, pouting.
She’s probably right. I felt the chemistry between us, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. She was too young, and I was a vagabond. I still am. The realization vexes me.
As if she can read my mind, Elle says, “I’m yours now, Dan. You’ve got to take care of me. Take me with you whenever you go.”
“Are you willing to spend your life with me on this sailboat?” I croak.
“Of course, Dan. I’ll be with you when you sail. Not only me, but our babies, too.”
I feel like the luckiest man on earth. I clasp her tightly in my arms. “Your dad will kill me.”
She giggles. “No, he won’t. But he’ll be jealous of me because I get to sail with you for the rest of my life.”
Chapter 12
Elle
I wake in the aroma of coffee and the sound of waves. The gentle rocking motion reminds me I’m on Dan’s boat. I smile as I remember what we did last night and become aware of the soreness in various places in my body. I’m Dan’s girl. Wait, I’m not a girl anymore. I’m a Dan’s woman. I turn to face him, but only see an empty spot next to me.
I panic for a moment, worried that what happened the previous night was all over like a beautiful dream. I get up quickly, putting on the dress I wore last night.
I go to the saloon, thinking that’s where I’ll find Dan, but he isn’t there either. The coffee is brewing in the pot and there are even muffins in the oven.
