Page 33 of The First Day of Breeding Season
This is wrong—she’s Blade’s daughter, my responsibility for the summer, too young, too good—but my cock doesn’t care about right and wrong anymore. My fingers dig into her soft flesh as I work my hips between hers, dragging my cock against the cleft of her body. Riding her like a service bull, like she’s a fresh heifer in her first heat.
“Drew, right there, oh?—”
“Fucking hell, Brynn. Is that it? Is that your perfect spot? Can you feel how hard I am for you even through our jeans?”
Her hand slaps at my shoulder. Grabs next, squeezing tight against my straining muscle. Bearing down.
And then her mouth finds mine again, and we’re kissing so deeply I’m tongue fucking her.
She tastes like sweet rain and forbidden desire.
I get one of my hands up her sodden shirt and find her wearing nothing but a cotton little bralette underneath. Her nipple is hard, a tight point against my questing fingertips.
She moans into my mouth as I pinch that precious peak.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” I promise. “You can come. Ride my cock. Ride Daddy’s cock.”
She gasps and pulls away, her eyes wide as she stares at me.
I’m breathing so hard, my cock throbbing so intensely, I don’t realize what I’ve said.
No. No, no, no…
But then she grabs at me, both of her hands on my face, and she’s pulling me in for another kiss. Sucking on my tongue, nipping at my lips.
Hungry little minx. Daddy’s little minx.
Gonna rope this one and keep her forever.
My hands flex hard against her sweet flesh. Her tit. Her ass.
Mine.
“Daddy,” she pants in between licks. “Daddy, please.”
I don’t know what she needs. Harder? Faster? I try both. Slower? I try that, too, and that drives her wild.
Yes, my girl likes it slow. And hard.
She likes it in the rain, and she likes it when there’s two layers of denim between us.
I just pray like hell I’ll find a way to make sure she likes it when I have her spread bare beneath me, too.
With a spasming cry, she comes apart in my arms. I follow, my dick spurting seed all over my lower belly.
CHAPTER 15
BRYNN
By the time I stop shaking and Drew lets me down, the storm overhead has passed.
But the storm in his dark gaze is still roiling.
“That was hot,” I say lightly.
An understatement.
Ride Daddy’s cock.
