feeling like I owe him. As much as I knew my mothers death wasn't my fault, I guess I've always tried to gain his love.
Show him I'm here for him too, even if she's not anymore.
I wanted him to see me as his daughter, and nothing else.
This was too much for me to process, and I didn't want to think about my dad anymore, or what he said.
Pushing him from my thoughts, I pulled Quinn in his place, I let myself fall back to last night.
My father was gone, I was alone, and I definitely needed to focus on better things, sexier things, the wet dreams of my reality.
What I needed was a shower, a long hot shower.
Turning the handle for the water, it fell across my wrist as I waited for it to be steaming hot. Wiping the fog from the mirror, Quinn's face reflected behind my image.
His unassailable muscles flooded with ink, their feel against my skin; I wanted more, I needed more.
Bringing my hand over the back of my neck, I pulled it down over my collar bone, floating it over my breasts.
God, I want him again. He felt perfect inside my pussy, knew just how to touch me.
My fingers crawled down to the warming mound below. The heat of the shower mimicked the heat growing in my belly, a tender need for him glazed my pussy.
What is it about him that drives me fucking wild?
I never expected to be pulled in so quickly by a man like him. The guys in my past, all seemed to replicate who he was; So why is he different?
There was a force that drove me to him, a thick rope that tied my desire to his waist, to his hard cock. Quinn had a tender side, a caring side, a piece of him that was softer than the rest.
And I loved it.
Stepping into the water, its tiny fingers massaged my skin. Letting my head fall back, my eyes closed tight as it washed over my face. The warmth blanketed every inch.
I pictured him, the strong hands that caressed my body with such wanton need, lust filled eyes eating up my flesh with every blink.
Pretending my hands were his, I walked my fingers down the blushed soma. Twirling my nipples gently, my lips pressed tight together as a light moan hit the back of my throat.
Making my way down, the heat of last nights passion filled my pussy. I was soaking wet, and it wasn't from the shower.
Pressing my back against the cool tile, one leg lifted to the edge of the tub, a finger rolled across my delicate button. Swelling with desire, my clit tingled, the sensation forcing its way into my belly.
The water streamed down with force, dulling any noises around me. I was cradled in the arms of my imagination, a comforting place to be.
Facing into the wetness, it hit my nipples turning them stiff, pinching with my thumb and forefinger, sparks flashed behind my lids.
God, he felt so good inside me. Thick and hard, he filled me perfectly.
The sudden feel of hands over my shoulders sent me into shock. A loud scream burst from inside, turning sharply I was hit with surprise.
“What are you doing here?” The words spat, wrinkling my nose I had to rub my eyes. Quinn was standing naked and erect behind me.
“I wasn't finished with you last night. I needed more.” He stepped closer, the water cascading over his chest, ink shining like it was freshly penned into his skin.
My jaw fell open. “How did you get in?” Dragging my nails through my hair. “Oh shit, my dad- What if he comes home?”
Grabbing my hips, he forcefully tugged me in. “Don't worry, I watched him climb into a cab, he'll be gone long enough.” Bringing his lips to my shoulder, his hair dampening beneath the water. “Enough about him now. I'm here for you.”
Pressing my breasts against his chest, his hands dug into my hips. Arching my spine, he drew rough kisses over my collar bone. His teeth gently scraped my flesh, each bite sent waves of electricity to my brain.
Gasping between breaths, I scraped my nails down his back, the ripples smooth and flexing as he leaned in.
Lifting his eyes to mine, hunger sat on the iced surfaces. “I haven't
Show him I'm here for him too, even if she's not anymore.
I wanted him to see me as his daughter, and nothing else.
This was too much for me to process, and I didn't want to think about my dad anymore, or what he said.
Pushing him from my thoughts, I pulled Quinn in his place, I let myself fall back to last night.
My father was gone, I was alone, and I definitely needed to focus on better things, sexier things, the wet dreams of my reality.
What I needed was a shower, a long hot shower.
Turning the handle for the water, it fell across my wrist as I waited for it to be steaming hot. Wiping the fog from the mirror, Quinn's face reflected behind my image.
His unassailable muscles flooded with ink, their feel against my skin; I wanted more, I needed more.
Bringing my hand over the back of my neck, I pulled it down over my collar bone, floating it over my breasts.
God, I want him again. He felt perfect inside my pussy, knew just how to touch me.
My fingers crawled down to the warming mound below. The heat of the shower mimicked the heat growing in my belly, a tender need for him glazed my pussy.
What is it about him that drives me fucking wild?
I never expected to be pulled in so quickly by a man like him. The guys in my past, all seemed to replicate who he was; So why is he different?
There was a force that drove me to him, a thick rope that tied my desire to his waist, to his hard cock. Quinn had a tender side, a caring side, a piece of him that was softer than the rest.
And I loved it.
Stepping into the water, its tiny fingers massaged my skin. Letting my head fall back, my eyes closed tight as it washed over my face. The warmth blanketed every inch.
I pictured him, the strong hands that caressed my body with such wanton need, lust filled eyes eating up my flesh with every blink.
Pretending my hands were his, I walked my fingers down the blushed soma. Twirling my nipples gently, my lips pressed tight together as a light moan hit the back of my throat.
Making my way down, the heat of last nights passion filled my pussy. I was soaking wet, and it wasn't from the shower.
Pressing my back against the cool tile, one leg lifted to the edge of the tub, a finger rolled across my delicate button. Swelling with desire, my clit tingled, the sensation forcing its way into my belly.
The water streamed down with force, dulling any noises around me. I was cradled in the arms of my imagination, a comforting place to be.
Facing into the wetness, it hit my nipples turning them stiff, pinching with my thumb and forefinger, sparks flashed behind my lids.
God, he felt so good inside me. Thick and hard, he filled me perfectly.
The sudden feel of hands over my shoulders sent me into shock. A loud scream burst from inside, turning sharply I was hit with surprise.
“What are you doing here?” The words spat, wrinkling my nose I had to rub my eyes. Quinn was standing naked and erect behind me.
“I wasn't finished with you last night. I needed more.” He stepped closer, the water cascading over his chest, ink shining like it was freshly penned into his skin.
My jaw fell open. “How did you get in?” Dragging my nails through my hair. “Oh shit, my dad- What if he comes home?”
Grabbing my hips, he forcefully tugged me in. “Don't worry, I watched him climb into a cab, he'll be gone long enough.” Bringing his lips to my shoulder, his hair dampening beneath the water. “Enough about him now. I'm here for you.”
Pressing my breasts against his chest, his hands dug into my hips. Arching my spine, he drew rough kisses over my collar bone. His teeth gently scraped my flesh, each bite sent waves of electricity to my brain.
Gasping between breaths, I scraped my nails down his back, the ripples smooth and flexing as he leaned in.
Lifting his eyes to mine, hunger sat on the iced surfaces. “I haven't
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