Page 8 of Not Your Shoe Size

He took his hand off his cock just long enough to shove her panties into her mouth. “Shhh.”

Kate gulped softly, wet lace pressing against her tongue. She returned her hands to the dildo and rocked it in and out of herself again.

“You want more, huh?” Ty shoved her hands away from the dildo handle and pumped it hard and fast. Aftershocks rioted through her lower half.

“Daddy!”

“That’s it, baby. Pretend I’m fucking you again. Pretend Daddy’s inside you, making you come.”

She did, coasting to a hot bright orgasm in seconds. Ty grunted and warmth sprayed her lower half, splashing across her legs and stomach.

That’s going to stain, she thought dimly.Worth it.

Her daddy knelt over her and cupped her cheek, kissing her forehead. “You’re my special little girl.”

She smiled at him. “I know, Daddy.”

There was a time when Ty’s aftercare surmounted to hanging around long enough to make sure she could walk, but it was much better now. He gently eased the dildo from her, then cleaned her up with a handtowel pulled from her pink bedside table. This was all done silently, reverently. Kate knew to stay quiet. Post-climax Ty liked to catalogue the memories of their encounter and try to hold onto as many details as possible. He climbed into bed beside her and pulled her into his arms. “You’re amazing, Middleton.”

She smiled, kissing his jawline. “You are.”

“I try.” He yawned, every inch her boyfriend. “Want to order something for dinner?”

She wanted to say ‘sure,’ but out of nowhere came a tug, like a breeze in her middle. Irritation flickered through her. Order what? And why? It didn’t matter, the food would be good. Everything was good. Everything was fine.

“Kate? What do you feel like having?”

More.I need, I want, I wish I had something more.

She turned away so Ty couldn’t see her face.“Anything. Whatever you want.”

Chapter 3

Ty watched Kate struggle to chopstick a dumpling into her bowl. Her tongue was out, her eyes narrowed as she maneuvered the slippery object into the air.

“Yes!” she said, a split second before it fell onto the table. “Shoot! Why is this so hard?”

Heat swelled in Ty’s chest, sudden and powerful as a volcanic eruption. I love her so fucking much.

Kate looked up from her dumpling struggle, frowning. “You’re staring, Mr. Henderson.”

“Not staring. Admiring.”

“Because of the sex?”

“Because you’re incredible.”

“I mean, sure, but also, I can barely eat dinner.” She stared daggers at the dumplings. “Do you love me?”

“Of course, baby. Why—”

“Great.” Kate plunged a chopstick deep into the dumpling and hoisted it to her mouth. A split second later it broke in half, splashing into her bowl in an explosion of soy sauce and chilli. “Aw, fuck! I almost had that.”

Ty burst out laughing. “Middleton, get a fucking fork!”

Kate gave him the finger instead. She looked genuinely irritated, but as she was spattered in inky soy sauce, it only made him laugh harder. “Want a serviette?”

“No,” she said sulkily, wiping her face with her palms. “You don’t have to laugh at me, you know. You could be nice.”

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