Page 120 of Clean Slade
I’d missed out on so many moments with her. Hopefully, my father wouldn’t take those away from me again. I wouldn’t let him.
“He does. And I do too,” I said.
“Well, I’m happy for you, bambino.” Grams pulled away, gave my cheek a squeeze, and smiled. “And you know the drill. If he hurts you, I’ll hurt him back.”
I chuckled and shook my head.
It would have been sweet if I didn’t know what she was capable of. But despite that, I knew she wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. She wasn’t my father.
And even though I knew she could do some real damage, even to a retired Navy SEAL, it felt good to have her in my corner again.
TWENTY-EIGHT
KING
Something thick and hot jabbed at my insides, making the need to scream a necessity, but as I opened my eyes and winced at the light, a hand wrapped around my mouth and muffled any sound.
He leaned into my ear and bit my lobe as he thrust inside me again. I sank my teeth into one of his fingers, unable to control myself.
God, this business of trying to have sex with a child in the house was torture. Especially when he filled me up so well and good that even my muscles wanted to shout.
“Good morning,” he whispered, and I let go of his finger in favor of turning my head and claiming his plump lips.
“I love waking up with you inside me.” I settled a hand on his cheek as he slid to my front and tightly gripped my rapidly straining cock.
The groan he let out reverberated through me, shaking me to my very core, and I lost my mind, my thoughts, my motor functions, everything and anything I could possibly lose before it was replaced by a higher sense I could only feel when he was fucking my ass like that.
I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve this hunk of a man in my bed every day, raining me with love, affection, and his cum, but whatever it was, I’d do it over and over again if it meant I could keep him in my life.
Because being with him for a little over a month was not enough. I needed more. I needed a lifetime of this.
“I love waking you up like this,” he rasped in my ear and shoved his beautiful thick cock deeper inside me, capturing my breath.
I let out a low moan as I pulled him out of me and turned around so I could straddle him.
He filled my bed just as well as he filled me with those big throbbing muscles of his, the biceps, triceps, all the -ceps that I couldn’t get enough of.
And nor could I get enough of his gorgeous face sunk between the pillows or the bright toffee-colored eyes that created an abyss I was happy to get dragged into.
I massaged his chest and neck, slid my hands over every inch of him to ensure he was real for what felt like the hundredth time.
Or the fifty-second time, but who’s counting?
I’d been a parched man ever since he’d fucked me that first time. I didn’t know how I’d survived so long without his nectar.
“You’re so beautiful.” He stared me right in the eyes when he told me every time, and I couldn’t hear it enough.
I couldn’t get enough of him treating me like I was an angel when I was anything but.
“And you’re mine.” His deep, possessive tone buzzed through me and broke all my restraints.
I grabbed his gorgeous throbbing cock and returned it to its rightful place deep inside me, and he wrapped his hand around mine, teasing my leaking slit with his thumb and dragging an orgasm out of me one tug at a time.
I rode him hard and fast, burying him deeper inside me than he’d ever been. My prostate was so used to the friction of his thickness that it was constantly on fire, and once again, it didn’t disappoint as it sent wave after wave of pleasure through me.
I fell over him, my breath as disheveled and frayed as my insides, and I grabbed onto his locks for dear life, bracing myself.
He thrust his hips, slapping my ass with his groin, and self-combustion became a possibility. Our mouths found their way to each other, and I breathed raspy breaths into him before inhaling his groans.
