The Dysfunction Of Evan: Books 1-3 Collection

50. Daddy, do you love me?

Gods it felt good to wake up in Tom's arms. He was warm and smelled amazing. I inhaled deeply and snuggled against him, content. I knew I wouldn't have long until my bladder demanded attention, I wanted to soak up every second that I could. 

When I emerged from the bathroom ten minutes later, he was still sleeping. I carefully reclaimed my spot, which woke him. 

"Morning, my love." He muttered. 

"Sorry." I whispered. "Go back to sleep." 

"Nope, I'm awake now," He said, rolling on top of me. I smiled as his morning erection pressed into my abdomen. "And I've only got one thing on my mind at the moment." 

He pressed his lips to mine and I felt myself dampen. How was I not immune to him yet? His hand teased a trail down my side, stopping between my legs. I opened them so he could tease my sensitive folds. 

"Always so ready." He whispered, kissing my neck. I arched my hips and he replaced his fingers with his throbbing piece. I moaned as he filled me. He felt amazing. My body sprang to attention, eager to commence our love making. 

When we'd arrived at the hotel, we were both too tired for anything. Not for lack of trying, but we couldn't get our bodies to arouse, so we settled for cuddling instead. Clearly though, we'd both gotten enough rest. 

It started slow and relaxing, we savored each stroke, thrust, kiss and nip until our brains caught up with our bodies, and we lost ourselves in each other. We both came quickly, eager to fulfill the lust that had been burning over the past several weeks. 

When we finished, Tom kissed and nipped his way down my body, from my shoulders to my feet, leaving no exposed inch unattended. 

"I can't tell you how much I've missed you." He said, biting my inner thigh. I opened my mouth but speak, but he sushed me. "Let me spoil your body. Don't think about anything else." 

He moved away, getting out of bed to pull something from his bag. Massage oil. I smiled as he squeezed some into his hand. He motioned for me to turn over, and I did. He started at my neck, his hands were warm as he gently worked the stiff muscles. He worked his way down to my shoulders, digging in hard. I moaned and he sat on my thighs, squeezing them between his, I could feel his flaccid member settle at the crevice where my ass met my legs.  He quietly worked my body, rubbing, kneading each inch. As he got lower, he moved, and I felt his lips and teeth on my ass cheeks. He worked his hands down my right leg, gave expert level attention to my foot. He did the same for the left, then grabbed onto my hips and pulled me up so that I was kneeling.  He pressed himself to my backside, his erection pressed against my lower back. 

He nibbled on my ear as he worked his freshly oiled hands over my chest. He gently massaged each breast, then worked his way down my torso. He ended by dipping his hand between my legs. He teased my clit and bit into my shoulder. I moaned in pleasure as he slipped a finger inside me. 

He worked his lips back up my neck, and I turned my head, searching for a kiss. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and another finger into my center. He released my mouth and brushed his lips across my jaw. 

He moved his hands back to my hips, and then I felt his throbbing cock slide into me. I relaxed against him as his fingers worked my clit. He stayed still within me until I could feel my orgasm start to build. 

He fit a leg between mine, to give himself leverage, and started to slowly move. The angle of his entry combined with the attention he was giving my clit caused waves of intense pleasure to course through my body. I arched against him, wanting, needing, craving more. 

I bent forward, allowing him better access for deeper, faster thrusts. As he prepared to quicken the pace, he smacked my ass. Within moments, he was slamming into me, digging his finger tips into my hips.