Glancing down, I watch my cock sink in and out of her tight hole. Fuck, I can’t watch or I’ll blow too soon.
I squeeze her ass. “Baby,” I grit out. “Need you to come.”
Her legs tighten around my waist. “It’s okay. Go ahead,” she pants. “Don’t worry about me.”
Like hell I’m coming before she does. That’s not how this works. “Open your mouth.” When she complies, I stick my finger on her tongue. “Suck.”
Her eyes go round at my command, but she does what I ask. Why is that so fucking hot? I love how much she wants to please me, which is why she deserves to come first.
I drag my finger out of her mouth and move my hand down to her ass again, where I rub it against her asshole.
“Nick!”
“Shh. No screaming.” My girl is a total screamer. “Just relax. If you don’t like it, we’ll stop.” The concerned look on her face makes me pause. “Do you trust me?”
She immediately nods.
“If you hate this, I’ll stop. I promise.”
Her hands wind through my hair. “Okay, try again.”
I wiggle my finger against her again until I pass that tight ring. “You ever do anything back here?”
“N-no.”
“Is this okay?”
She nods slowly. “Better than I thought.”
“Arms around my neck. Hold on.”
I bounce her on my cock while I fuck her ass with my finger, and it only takes a minute before she comes with a cry, which I smother with a kiss so she doesn’t wake up the whole neighborhood.
Her pussy squeezes me so damn hard, I let myself go. “Yes,” I grunt. “You feel so fucking good.” I kiss her while I throb inside her.
By the time we’re done, she’s laughing against my shoulder. I’ve learned that orgasms sometimes make her laugh. I smile against her forehead. “That good for you, buttercup?”
“So good, Nick. I’m going to fall into a coma in a minute.” She grabs my face and kisses me. “Are you sure this wasn’t too much? I don’t want you tired tomorrow.”
I slowly ease her off my dick and set her on the ground. “Sex helps me relax. Clears my head. I’ll be great tomorrow.”
She gives me a sweet smile, and I pat her on the ass. “Let’s go clean up.”
Afterward, I crawl into bed behind her for a little while. She snuggles up against me, and I run my fingers through her long, soft hair. I think through the game tomorrow, the plays I hope to execute, and I visualize passing over traffic and not always picking the easy route.
Like some fucked-up fairy tale, though, when the clock on her bedside table hits midnight, it’s time to go.
I hate this part, but I can’t sleep in Abby’s bed. If Hazel wakes up, I don’t want her to find me here. I kiss Abby’s forehead and pull the blanket up to her shoulders before I slide out of bed.
The next morning, I’m making Hazel breakfast when Abby wanders out in her pajamas. “Morning. Did you sleep well?” I smirk because I know damn well she slept like the dead after we had sex.
She blushes adorably and nods. “Yeah, thanks. And you?”
“Slept great.”
Abby heads over to Hazel and hugs her. “Morning, Hazelnut. What are we going to do today before we watch Daddy’s game?”
Fuck, I like it when she calls me Daddy.
