Page 46 of Broken Daddy

She lets out a huff of protest but tightens her thighs to balance as she undoes the little pearly buttons. It takes long enough that I decide to punish her.

Reaching between our bodies, my fingers play against her stomach, trail down farther…until I find her clit and give it two hard rubs.

Gen cries out. Her hands slap onto the table, taking her weight as I lean forward and bury my face in her tits. It’s an angle that pulls our hips apart and she whines, the sound making my cock throb. I want to fulfill her every wish. Buried right here, between her legs, making her babble and croon and cry out.

“Please,” she gasps, reaching again for my shoulders. Pulling away, I give her chest a little love bite that shouldn’t hurt but will leave a bruise. No one will see it.

But I’ll know it’s there.

Gripping her thighs, I pull her to the edge of the table and push aside her panties. She’s already soaked through them and the realization she wants me just as badly as I want her only makes me harder.

How is it I’ve had this woman several times already and still feel like I can’t get enough?

Led by instinct, my hips tilt against hers and I push myself inside her. It’s rough, rougher than I mean to be, but Gen’s guttural moan lets me know it’s working for her. That’s all that matters.

Her wet heat grips me immediately and I groan, dropping my head back. Shallow, fast thrusts get her even wetter. The sounds our bodies are making are sinful, dirty, luscious. Her waist and tits beneath my hands feel plush and full. Warm. All my senses are taken over by Genevieve as I bury myself inside her over and over, the electric buzz of pleasure sending a shiver down my spine.

Her nails dig into my shoulders as she ruts against me messily. Our skin slaps, echoing in the barn, and there’s a dangerous edge to this, even though I know no one else is here.

We could get caught.

I shouldn’t be fucking her; she’s so young, so needy, so responsive to everything I do to her.

The thought drives me crazier with each thrust. I pull Gen tight against me and grind into her, pressing my pelvic bone down on her clit. My hands grip her thighs as I rumble out a command.

“Come.”

Her pussy tightens around me as Gen cries out. The pain of her fingers digging into my shoulders burns into pleasure, and my own orgasm finds me quickly, rocketing through me like fire.

I don’t let go of her even after it’s over. I can’t help it; my hands rest at her lower back, holding her up as she droops against the table.

Both of us are sweaty and trying to catch our breath. Her blouse is open, breasts spilling out, a bruise already forming on the plush skin. I lean in and press a kiss to the spot, then feel my face heat with embarrassment.

When I pull away, Gen is staring up at me with wide eyes.

Carefully, I step back and get my boxers on before adjusting her panties and helping her down. Her legs quiver for a moment and she sighs. Anxiety rolls through me like a storm.

“Was that…okay?”

She presses a hand to her forehead. “Yes. Yeah, it was—” with a rueful laugh, she finishes “—perfect. I’m just tired. Exhausted, actually.”

Her brow creases as Gen stares down at our feet.

Then her face goes blank.

She pulls away and strides to the doors, then slips through, calling apologetically, “I’m sorry—I forgot I—I need to—”

But she doesn’t come up with an excuse. And I can’t help wondering if she actually wanted me this time, and all the others.

Or if I’m just taking advantage of the woman living in my house.

Chapter19

Genevieve

Nate catches me tiptoeing down the stairs and I freeze like a deer in headlights.

His eyes narrow as Eva wraps her arms around his waist in a tight hug. His large hand sits on his daughter’s head.

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