DARYL
I’m not sure how long Cady will take to recover from an afternoon of being thoroughly fucked, but she definitely needs more time.
I keep her upright, holding her close and swaying with her under the warm water as I gently bathe her. She moans softly as I gently cleanse her swollen little cunt. Was I too rough? I should have kept myself under harsher control, instead of losing my mind and breeding her hard.
She’s brand new to all of this, but she behaves like a seasoned pro, and it’s fucking with my head. I used to be all too aware that I had all the experience, and she had none, but in the span of a couple of days, she’s shown me an impressive amount of confidence. I aimed to be mindful, and I was hoping she’d feel empowered through the process of her deflowering, but I didn’t expect her to be so fully onboard with everything I love.
Considering what I’ve seen from her so far, she not only shares all of my turn-ons, but she also puts her own spin on them and hands them back to me as gold, like a fucking alchemist. I share my incendiary fantasies, she nods along as if they’re cute, and then she strikes a match that turns them into an inferno. It’s wicked and wild and I fucking love it, but it’sdangerous. Wrapped up in pleasure, I forget myself and charge ahead as if we’re both experienced, when really, I need to give her time to adjust without rushing things.
“I like dancing naked in the rain with you like this,” I murmur against her wet hair as I take us for a slow spin in the shower cubicle.
She lifts her face to meet my gaze for the first time since I scraped her off the hood of her car and carried her upstairs. She gives me a sweet smile and rests her head back against my chest.
“Do you want to go to the barn dance?” I position her to be dipped and then study her face when I have her held out.
She gives me anas-ifkind of look. “I can’t. And even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to dance with you, so what would be the point?”
I pull her in close again. “I didn’t ask if youcouldgo. I asked if you wanted to.”
She sighs. “Of course I want to. But that’s not realistic, is it?”
I shrug. “I’ve always found that reality is what you make it. If you want to go, I’ll help you make it happen. Maybe we can steal a dance in some dark, out of the way corner, so everyone else can assume life is continuing as they know it, while we create an adjacent alternate reality all of our own.”
Cady pushes back, supporting herself as she stares at me. Her eyes are huge and round, her lips are slightly parted, and her nipples are taut and proud. “I fucking love the way your mind works, Daryl Winters.”
My face warms from more than the hot water. “You do?”
She nods. “It’s a terrible idea in practice, but I am so in love with the theory, I could…”
I rumble deep in my throat. “You can’t take another fucking right now, Cadence Malone. But I will graciously accept any kisses you may want to give me while I get you dressed and dried.”
She snorts softly and leans back against the wall. “I like the way you want to do all my personal cares yourself.”
I flash her a grin, turn off the water and lift her out of the shower. “I like you letting me. Makes it feel like we both know you deserve to be looked after. And after watching you fight that belief for years on end while you slaved away for others, I feel like that’s progress worth celebrating.”
She gazes up at me, all doe-eyed and cute as fuck, as I wrap a big, cozy towel around her. I kiss the tip of her nose, roughly get myself dry, and then I take my time with her. I’m extra gentle with her downstairs, which she seems to appreciate, and then I dress her into the soft flannel pajamas I found under her pillow.
“I don’t normally get in my jammies this early,” she says, watching my every move with interest.
I reach for her hairdryer and duck my head back out from under the sink. “Well, today, you do.” I plug in the hairdryer and set it next to her hairbrush. “I bred you hard, and now I want you to be as comfortable as possible.” I look her over and want to extend the fantasy by saying the gorgeous woman now carrying my child deserves only the best, and I will pamper her as I see fit, but I know how over the top it would sound. What kind of delusional man excites himself by pretending he’s impregnated his forbidden beloved on the same day he pops her sweet young cherry?
I pull on my jeans and zip my cock into a restrained position before Cady sees it plumping again. What this girl does to me… She’s more potent than Viagra. I may actually have to research medicines that make a cock flaccid, so I can be around her without a fucking bulge in my pants.
I reach for a bottle of lotion, flip open the cap and sniff it. My cock strains in my jeans, and I grain inwardly. It smells of her beautiful, smooth skin. I set it on the counter next to the otherthings and snap my head up at the sound of a door shutting downstairs.
I meet Cady’s bug-eyed gaze. The color drains from her face, and her whole body is tense. It has to be her dad.
“Cady?” His tone is loud and admonishing, as if she’s in trouble for not being wherever he thinks she should be.
She looks between the door and me, her expression panicked. I hold up my palms, hoping to calm her. I point at myself and hold a finger to my lips, then I point at her, form a silent beak with my hand, and make it talk.
Her brow wrinkles sweetly, and when I see the spark come back to her eyes, I can tell she’s shaken herself out of freeze-mode. She stands and brushes her hands down her pjs. “I’m in the bathroom,” she calls out, while looking around. She shoos me into the corner behind the door and whispers, “I’ll keep him busy in the living room, while you sneak down to my room and hide.”
I tilt my head. “You don’t want me to sneak out the back and leave?”
She sighs. “You can’t. The stairs?—”
Several creaks announce her father’s approach. I nod that I understand and kick myself for not remembering that information from the walk up here.
