by Dace Everan
Paula’s lower lip trembled. His finger felt so good on her at that moment. She leaned into him, spreading her legs a little. “Please don’t stop,” she pleaded, looking into his silver eyes.
Sam shook his head, mouth nipping her. “I won’t,” he whispered.
She kept her eyes on his as his finger explored her wet pussy. His other hand didn’t move once. He wanted her to focus on what his finger was doing to her. Her eyes fluttered closed when he swiped his finger over her swollen clit. Her body jerked at the second swipe and she gritted her teeth, shaking her head. Her breath ripped from her and her forehead fell softly against his shoulder. His lips found her sensitive earlobe, nibbling it with his lips.
“Talk, Paula. I need to know you’re okay,” he whispered, finger flicking her clit. He would give her release tonight. She deserved to feel an inkling of what he had to offer.
“Good,” she managed, her hips rolling against his hand. Her hand slid up his chest and grasped his shoulders. “Oh, fuck’s sake, Samuel,” she moaned.
He stopped.
Paula sobbed, head rearing up, just missing his chin. “Sam!” she yelled.
He smiled, lips pressing to her, his finger pressing to her swollen nub. Her body buckled and a sharp breath huffed from her.
She kept her eyes focused on his. They widened when he dared to insert his finger. Her cunt gripped him tightly and her hips stopped moving.
“Relax, Paula,” he ordered.
She shook her head. She wasn’t sure if she could. His finger moved just a teeny-tiny bit and stars flashed in her sight. Oh, motherfucker, she was going to pass out. She just knew it! Her breath heaved from her. Her mind panicked.
“Look at me, Paula. See me, sugar,” he encouraged. His thumb slid across her clit and her eyes closed.
“If…I pass out…”
“You will be safe,” he assured, praying she would hold on. She was so close. Her legs trembled. Her breasts even trembled. Beautiful heat reddened her cheeks. Her grasp tightened on his shoulders as his thumb stroked her. Her head slowly lowered, hot breath fanning his chest. She softly chanted his name.
“Almost there, baby,” he whispered.
Paula raised her head and looked at him. Oh God, stars were taking over, lighting struck every nerve in her body and she smacked her forehead off his chin as she swallowed the scream trying to rip from her throat. She pressed her jerking body close to his as tidal waves of pleasure whipped through her.
Sam eased her into his arms, whispering sweet nothings to her.
Paula shivered, curling up in a ball against him. Her pussy throbbed and it wasn’t the painful throb. It was a filling throb, like the emptiness in her had been filled. Tears flooded her eyes. She hugged her arms around his waist and broke out in loud sobs.
* * * *
Sam brushed away her hair. “Paula… Sugar, you need to get up. Your feet are turning purple. In my experience, that’s a bad sign.”
Paula’s lips curled in a smile. She shook her head. “Don’t care,” she mumbled, snuggling deeper into him.
Sam smiled. “My bed is much more comfortable than me,” he tried to bargain. He didn’t like how she was turning different colors.
“It won’t keep me warm,” she argued.
He laughed at that. “It will, if I’m in it under you,” he offered.
She peeked at him, guilt in her eyes. “I can’t get up,” she whispered.
Sam raised an eyebrow.
She struggled to sit, his arms aiding her as soon as he realized how weakened she was.
“Paula!” He didn’t raise his voice but the worry was there.
“I’m sorry. I should have moved. I didn’t want to,” she whined.
Sam’s heart softened. He scooped her into his arms and easily stood.
Paula peeked down. “I think I’m taller in your arms,” she decided.
Sam smiled, kissing her forehead. “Bubble wrap you,” he teased.
She reached up, feeling the goose egg on her forehead. She was still weak. That shouldn’t have happened so quickly. She rested her head on his shoulder and let him carry her downstairs. God, he was strong, breathing evenly as they went down the stairs and to his room.
He pulled the covers back on his bed and laid her in, sliding the shirt from her as he did. He kissed her forehead, covering her up. “I’ll be right back.”
Paula nodded, snuggling into his bed, eyes closing.
Sam beamed with pride. He had put that content look on her face.
* * * *
Sam gathered the half-drunk smoothies, phone clasped in the crook of his shoulder and ear.
“Sam?”
“Blain…she’s sleeping,” he grumbled, trying not to sound pissed.
Blain released a heavy sigh. “Sam, I’m sorry. I should never have asked this of you. I should have trusted that you would take care of her.” Blain genuinely felt bad for even asking Sam to call him when they were done with whatever it was Sam had planned for his daughter.
Sam stopped and looked at the room. “Paula’s a big girl. She…” He stopped. She hadn’t been able to take care of herself before. He couldn’t say that to Blain.
“She told you?”
Sam swallowed. “I want that fucker’s name,” he demanded.
Blain cleared his throat. “He’s dead, died when he got out,” he mumbled.
Sam narrowed his eyes.
“Look, Sam, I shouldn’t have asked you to call. Thank you. I can’t help but worry about her.”
Sam grunted. “She’s fine and safe. Night.” He clicked the off button and returned downstairs. Blain was his friend, and the only reason he’d decided to call was because of how horrible her first experience had been. He knew Blain would be up all night worrying about his daughter.
When he crawled in next to Paula, she was deep asleep. He sighed. At least tonight he had something to do other than try to keep awake. He could watch her. A small smile came to his lips. Yes, watch Paula. She would keep the nightmares away.
* * * *
Paula peeked at him, a smile coming to her face. He was asleep. She glanced around the room. It was bright. Had to be midmorning. She disappeared under the blankets and wrapped herself around his legs, making a tent over his groin.
“Woman, what are you doing?” he drawled in a sleepy groan.
Paula giggled, taking hold of his flaccid penis. “Abracadabra?”
Sam chuckled at the muffled words, lifting the blanket, looking at her.
She smiled up at him. “That’s not the magic word,” she shared. She looked back at his penis in her hands, mouth forming an O. It was hardening. “Paula,” she said.
She yelped in happiness as it grew longer and thickened in her hands. “Wow. Oh, don’t tell me it’s one of those ones that likes the daylight? It’s probably trying to get out of the blankets,” she grumbled.
Sam burst out in laughter, falling back in an exaggerated huff. The blanket tumbled on Paula’s head.
“Oh, look at that, not a light guy. He’s still here,” she said, her voice muffled from the blankets, hands grasping him, fingers feeling his length, his veins, his bulbous head.
He gasped and tensed when she slid her tongue along his head.
“Eww, they were right, it tastes gross!” she yelled, whipping the blankets back.
Sam raised his brows.
She had laughter in her eyes. “Kidding. Interesting. Never tried that before.”
Sam released a slow breath. He wanted to tackle her back and kiss her hard.
Paula smiled. “I’ll only bruise a little, Sam,” she whispered.
She looked so innocent kneeling there, lips in a pout, hands placed between her spread legs, unfortunately blocking his view of her pussy. Beautiful pink nipples strained, pointing at him. Reminded him of one of his naughtier cartoon characters he’d drawn.
Sam shook his head. “Not sure if I could deal with that, sugar,” he admitted in a solemn tone.
Her eyes l
it. “Can I bruise you?” Too late to answer. She jumped on him and he huffed out a breath, his arms wrapping around her, pinning her to the bed. She yelped out in laughter.
“That is not nice,” he declared after he had her neatly pinned, legs spread, arms above her head.
Paula giggled, lifting her hips to meet his, daring him to do something, preferably what he did last night.
Sam grinned. “Pretty sure you started something, sugar.” His mouth nipped hers.
Paula looked at him with wide eyes. “You want me to play with your penis!” she uttered.
Sam chuckled. “Well, if that’s how you want to phrase it… I was thinking more along the lines of you taking that sweet mouth of yours and wrapping it around my dick and letting me fuck you there.”
Paula’s cheeks lit. She squirmed out of his grasp and pushed him onto his back.
Sam chuckled, falling back. Her eagerness lit his insides with joy. Paula shoved his legs apart and looked at him. His thick shaft pointed upward and looked like it was reaching for his belly button. She giggled. She tilted her head and assessed his balls. She reached out and poked them, glancing up at Sam.
He lifted himself and reclined on his elbows, eyes on her. “Did I go poking you?” he drawled.
Paula gulped. Oh shit, that was rude of her, wasn’t it? “What am I supposed to do?” she asked.
Sam raised a brow. He had tons of things to tell her to do. “You do what you want,” he decided. “I am all yours.”
Paula’s eyes lit and it excited him more. She squealed at the sight of the pearly bead at the tip of his dick. “Oh fuck, is it going to come spurting out?” Shit’s sake, she knew very little about the penis. She reached out and before she even touched it, it jumped. She giggled nervously, hand grasping around it. She hummed as she slid her hand down.
Sam chuckled at the grin on her face. “Okay, mornings with you…awesome,” he declared.
Paula giggled, finger hooking over the head of his penis, smearing the bead of cum. He watched as her face took on a concentrated look. She rolled her hand around him, her other hand joining.
“Shouldn’t I, like, use some lube?” she asked. She felt his skin tugging and it was making her cringe.
Sam reached over, opening the drawer and tossing a bottle of lube her way. Paula read it, doing a quick look over the ingredients.
Sam waited. “Okay?” he asked, not sure what it was she was looking for.
She looked at him, nodding. “Sensitive skin,” she whispered. Shit, he had not even thought of that. She flicked the cap open with a pop, frowning. Her eyes darted nervously to him.
Sam smiled, sitting up. “Here.” He took the lube from her, cupped her hand in his, and squeezed and squirted it onto her palm. “You can use more if you want,” he murmured, taking her hand and molding it around his cock.
Paula moaned as her hand slid neatly over his thick erection. She held out her other hand to him for more. He smiled. He liked the look in her eyes, total interest and eagerness. He squeezed some on and she dove in. Her hands massaged the length of him, circled him and squeezed him.
Paula glanced at him when he gasped. “Hurting you?” she rasped.
He shook his head. “No,” he answered, balls tightening. Ah, shit.
Paula leaned close, tongue darting out, licking his tip. His dick strained for her with a jerk. She laughed lightly, mouth opening.
“Watch those teeth, sugar,” he warned, voice husky.
Her insides hummed. He had a sexy voice, all scratchy and deep. She nodded, closing her mouth around him, her eyes closing. She couldn’t take him very far. She doubled her hands over each other and twisted lightly.
Sam groaned, hands fisting as she repeated the move, her mouth sucking his tip. His hips jerked toward her. She squealed against him and the sensations it sent as her mouth filled with spurting heat. She gagged and fell back with a yelp. “Oh God, I’m sorry!” She scrambled back up and was kneeling in front of him as he laughed.
“No…I should have said something,” he apologised, falling back in a heap, a satisfied sigh huffing from him.
Paula licked her lip, tasting him there.
He reached out, thumb running along her chin.
She looked down. Oh God, he had hit her face with it. She dipped, licking his finger. Oh God, she just licked his thumb! And she liked it.
Sam stared. Well shit, he got himself a prize here. He pulled her close, mouth covering hers.
Paula moaned into his mouth as he kissed her, his tongue hot and thick in her mouth. His mouth slanted over hers. His tongue swept through and before she knew it, she was beneath him in the position he had had her in earlier.
Chapter Eleven
Paula moaned as he lowered over her body, his mouth hot and demanding on her breasts. Her hands tangled in his hair. Her legs strained against his to wrap around him. He moved lower, spreading her legs farther. Shock tumbled through him at the sight of the bruises on her legs. “Paula?”
She staggered back into the real world, looking down at him. “What?”
His hand caressed her thighs. He hadn’t hurt her last night, had he? He felt guilt, remorse. He shouldn’t be doing this with her.
Paula shook her head. “It’s from the jeans I was wearing yesterday! Honest, Sam, it happens. You didn’t even touch me there.”
Sam looked at her, at her tummy, a light line of a bruise straight across her hips. He swallowed.
Paula slipped away from him, sitting up. “Sam… If you’re going to be afraid you’re going to bruise me every time you touch me…” She cringed. Could she actually say this and deal with the consequences of him possibly walking away from her? She slumped, grabbing up the blanket and slipping from the bed. “Then we need to stop this right now,” she whispered.
Sam pulled back on the blanket, arms circling her when she sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry. I panicked.” He kissed her temple.
Paula peeked at him. “I don’t want you to always have to be careful, Sam. I don’t expect you to come and tackle me into bed… ‘kay, yes, I do. Shit, throw me in if you’d like. It’s soft. I won’t break!”
Sam scoffed. “You bruised your fucking shoulder bone falling on the floor!” he argued.
Paula grunted “Not even close, Sam! I was low on whatever it was I was low on! I had other stresses and I panicked! You cannot compare that,” she cried. Oh she hated when she got frazzled and didn’t pay attention to herself. And this man frazzled her. She should have known to keep a better watch on herself. Had she forgotten her vitamins that day? Of course not. It was her nerves, she was sure of it.
Sam slumped. “Paula, I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.
She tugged away from him. “Well, you are hurting me! You think Lila goes through our life keeping careful not to touch me? She whacks me at least three times while in my presence and you know it! I saw the dirty looks you gave her when everyone was at my house.”
Sam followed her from the bed to the bathroom. “I’m also a foot taller than the midget,” he uttered.
Paula whipped around. “Yeah, and she can still take you, you big jerk!” She turned back around and proceeded to turn on the shower, bunching up the blanket and tossing it at him.
Sam grunted as he caught up the blanket. Well, damn. She had a cute ass.
Paula yelped when the water hit her, her skin getting that prickly feeling that it did when she was upset. “Oh fuck,” she grumbled, reaching up to adjust the setting to a softer flow on her and stopping. She couldn’t even friggen’ reach it.
Sam reached above her, readjusting the flow. He released a breath. “Those are things you need to share with me, Paula. You want to be playful?”
She nodded, not daring to look at him. She knew she would cry if she did.
Sam hooked a finger under her chin and made her look at him. “Playful I can do,” he murmured, caressing her shoulders. The bruises that had been there last night were already gone. “Does it hurt?” he
asked.
She shook her head. “Only sometimes, when I’m overly excited…? My skin gets prickly…”
Sam ran his thumb over her lower lip. “Did your skin hurt last night? Be honest.”
Paula shook her head. “No. My feet did. I knew they were losing circulation but I didn’t want to move.”
Sam nodded. All right, he would have to make sure she perched on him in a more laid-out manner.
* * * *
Paula entered his kitchen and rolled her eyes. Un-fucking-believable! The checkup brigade was here.
Lila snorted. “Well, lovely to see you, too,” she grumbled, crossing to her and looking her over.
Paula rolled her eyes again, annoyed, smacking Lila’s shoulder. “He didn’t even do anything!” she grumbled, rounding her, and then stopping, backing up, leaning over, and kissing her belly. “Good morning, sweetheart. Yes, this is your beautiful aunty Paula. You can still call me Lala when you come out, if you ever come out. Soon would be nice… Your mom’s getting b-i-t-c-h-y. You should make it quick and put the universe at ease.” Her eyes darted to Jared. “Your daddy looks rather amused, but I always have that effect on him…so when Mommy pisses him off, just call me over and I’ll fix everything.”
Paula rubbed Lila’s tummy, holding her hand, still waiting for the little kick she usually received after talking to the little one and smiling when her whole belly moved. “Oh, you are eager. Good girl. Teach you some moves when you get out, like how to kick your uncle’s ass. You better take your daddy’s DNA on the height, little beaut. Your mother’s a shrimp.” She pulled her hand away, rounded Lila, and grabbed up her purse and shoes. “Check you later,” she called over her shoulder, heading for the door.
Sam scoffed. “Sit your ass down, woman. You’re eating before you leave my house,” he ordered.
Paula considered his tone for a second then dropped her shoes in a childish manner and returned, plopping down next to Lila. “Feed me, then!” she snapped.