I fist my dick and control her hips with one hand as I rub my head and shaft along her juicy folds several times, gathering lubrication. She wiggles again and I spank her with several quick, open-palm smacks to each side before I grab her ass, using my thumbs to spread her pussy wide, and then slowly sink my dick all the way in.
Feeling her hot, slick inner folds stretch and slide all around me while watching my shaft disappear inside her body, inch by slow inch, it’s all I can do to breathe deep and hold on to my control.
Then she wiggles her ass at me. Again.
My voice is almost unrecognizable. "You want it rough, sweetheart? You want me to spank your ass while I fuck you?”
"Mmm… yes, please!"
Damn. I should probably teach her a lesson about topping from the bottom. I pick up speed and my spankings start ringing in the quiet candle-lit room even as the thought passes briefly through my lust-filled mind.
Another time. Right now, this is what I want, and by God, I'm going to take it.
My speed alternates between wild, mad fucking, slapping my pelvis against her ass, my balls against her swollen lips, and then slow and deliberate, allowing me better aim as I spank her hips and outer thighs, coloring them a pretty pink. Her pussy keeps dripping and clenching around me as she gets close, and I want to keep going until she comes again, but soon I feel my control slip, and I know I won't be slowing down this time.
Leaning forward, I search for Hadlee's right hand under the cushion. When I find it, I tug it down, speaking urgently in her ear. "Take your hand out of the ring, sweetheart. I want you to make yourself come again."
Hadlee's only response is a soft whimper. A moment later, her hand emerges from under the pillow and she takes it into her mouth, wetting her fingers before moving them to her pussy, rubbing between her folds while focusing on her swollen clit.
I lean back on my knees and watch her masturbate for me, spanking her as I do, adding heat and color to every part of her upturned ass. Her movements become more frantic, and I can’t keep away for another goddamn second. Taking my thick, throbbing, steel-hard dick in my hand, I place its swollen head at her entrance and then drive myself slowly, fully inside.
"Keep going, sweetheart. I want to feel you come all around me."
Her fingers, which had stilled before, go back to work. Sinking my thumbs into her fleshy bottom, I hold her securely in place while I pull back and then plow in once more, then back and again, growing harder and faster with every stroke until I'm pumping into her so fast that my hips look like a blur of movement.
The pleasure’s all-consuming. My eyes are closed tight, and I'm only vaguely aware of Hadlee's muted cry and the gush of liquid heat as her channel squeezes hard, pulsating around me. A familiar tingle rushes down my spine, engulfing my balls and then racing up my shaft to explode in utter bliss deep inside her body, filling her with my cum.
"Oh fuck. Jeez, fuck…."
I'm not sure who utters the words; all I know is my head’s spinning with pleasure and my lungs scream for air as I fold over her, trembling, sweat dripping from my face onto her back.
I rub the little droplets into Hadlee's own damp skin. At my light touch, she shudders and lets her knees slide out from under her, slumping onto her belly, legs still spread wide with me kneeling between them. I move over her to lie on my side next to her and rub soothingly up and down her back, then farther down along her spanked ass and hips, taking care over the sensitive spots.
After a while, when she still hasn't moved, I ask gently, "Are you okay, sweetheart?"
She nods with a sleepy “Mmhmm” into the pillow, and I release the breath I hadn't realized I was holding.
"Wait right here," I say quietly, getting up to pad over to the shower. I give myself a ten-second wash, then grab a washcloth, wet it, and return to the bed. Hadlee’s still in the same position I left her; I carefully wipe the mess between her spread thighs and then nudge her shoulder.
"Hey, wanna roll over, baby? Or are you comfortable like that?"
"I’m good," she says.
I mumble an “Okay” as I get up to toss the washcloth in the laundry basket, blow all the candles out, and crack the window open to let cool air filter in. Then I walk into the living room to bring the pile of pillows and blankets I'd deposited there back to her bed.
When I return, she’s flipped onto her back, her head now resting on the pillow and her left wrist still inside the ring. Something surges inside me at the sight. If I hadn't just come, I'd fuck her again, right now.
Instead, I take my time rearranging the bed and shaking out the fluffy blanket, letting it float down to cover her up to her chin. Finally I crawl into bed and lie on my side next to her, leaning in to give her lips a small kiss and then drawing back to look into her eyes.
"You may release yourself from the rope now, sweetheart."
Hadlee smiles at me. "Thank you," she says sweetly as she slips her hand out of the ring, bringing it up to caress my face softly before pulling me in for another kiss.
When we finally part, our gazes lock.
"Thank you for tonight, Cameron. I—I needed this. I needed you, us, like this."
I nod. "Me, too." Settling onto my back, I pull Hadlee over to rest her head on my shoulder, pressing her soft body along mine. Her hand lies limply on my chest and I pick up her hand to kiss her wrist, her pulse fluttering under my lips. I tuck her hand back right over my heart, hug her close, and kiss the crown of her head.
"I love you, Hadlee," I murmur into her hair.
"I love you, too, Cameron," she mumbles back and gives me a small squeeze.
I nod and fall quiet. Even as she drifts off, I find it hard to fall asleep myself. Tonight was everything I'd hoped it to be. She’s my perfect package. I know I need to do something about it, and soon. She wants a bunch of kids, and I want to give her that.
Without conscious thought, I go back to focusing my attention on the cool air flowing in through my nostrils and the warm air that tickles my lips on the way out.
Trust and hope.
With that thought, I close my eyes and let my fatigue claim me.
Hadlee
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
The contractor tells me that he was able to move faster without me living in the house, although I think he actually feared Cameron. My house is finally completed, and it looks beautiful—a large three-story frame house with new, vibrant paint and jigsaw scrollwork around the cornices, standing among the others in various repair after the fire. It still has the gingerbread façade, fanciful and over the top, though in the remodel we added a few features, including a combination of bay windows, turrets, and decorated roof lines. We also made some significant renovations to the downstairs apartment, making the bedroom bigger and the kitchen more functional.
This is the first home I ever bought on my own, and it saddens me I won’t be living here. Cameron and I discussed it, and we could’ve made it work, but it would’ve required a much more significant renovation to convert the house from what is essentially two flats into one house. Even then, we’ve talked about a house full of children after we marry, so we’d quickly outgrow it.
The inspector removes a packet from his clipboard and hands it to me. “Okay, ma’am, here’s the report on the inspection. Your contractor did an outstanding job. You’re free to move back in.”
“Thank you.” I take the paperwork and walk through the house. The dark-stained oak floors have a beautiful shine, the fireplace in the living room a vibrant centerpiece to the entire home. Walking through each room, I note that the bright light of the kitchen is much more modern than before the fire, yet still has a style of Old World charm. The subway tiles that cover the walls above the white cabinets with marble countertops stretch all the way to the fourteen-foot ceilings. Cabinets on the walls have obstructed glass fronts, and the once small window overlooking the backyard is now a wall of windows, allowing in plenty of natural light.
I wander to the bedroom.
It remained untouched by the fire, but in the end, we decided to replace the windows and redesign the large bathroom to add a jetted tub and shower stall.
Tomorrow the stager will come and put furniture in both the upstairs and downstairs flat. They expect it to have over a dozen offers.
I smell Cameron’s sandalwood scent before I spot him. He walks up behind me and puts his arms around me, asking, “Are you sure about selling? We could make this a nice rental.”
“I know, but I think we could use the money from this house and yours to buy something together.”
Turning me to stare at him, he places both hands on my shoulders. “That money will go back into your trust, or you can use it to pursue your stepmother. I can afford our house, whatever you decide to buy. I’ll take care of you, Hadlee. Always. I promise. I love you.”
My heart always races when he tells me that. My birthday wish did come true.
I put my arms around him, resting my head on his shoulder. “I love you, too. How did I get so lucky to find you?”
I give her a deep kiss. When we break, I hold her close and murmur, “I think I’m the lucky one.”
She doesn’t say much, just looks at me adoringly.
“Well, my dad is hoping to go out for dinner tonight. Are you up for Italian food?” I ask.
“You’re going to make me fat. I’m already struggling with my jeans.”
“You look fabulous. And who cares anyway? I love you no matter what size you are.”
We walk outside holding hands, and I stop and kiss him deeply. “Thank you.”
“You haven’t even opened your present yet.”
“My present?”
He hands me a large box he had stored on the front seat of his car. “Open it.”
Lifting the lid, the smell of leather hits me before I fully understand what I’m seeing. I glance up at Cameron in confusion. “What’s this?”
Placing the box on the hood of his car, he excitedly shares, “Well, you did say you wanted some leather.”
I lift each item from the box to admire it. The top is a beautiful leather thong; how something made of leather can seem delicate is surprising. I hold the leather lace-up bustier to my chest. The generous leather cups are supported by strong underwires, but I worry they won’t hold my huge breasts.
Leaning in, he says, “You can wear those to dinner tonight if you’d like.”
Heat rushes to my center, and my nipples pebble beneath my bra. I laugh and bite my lower lip. “I don’t think the girls will fit.”
“Trust me, it’ll fit. It’s made just for you.” He gives me a wet kiss, his excitement radiating from him like a young boy at Christmas who can’t wait for me to finish opening my gift. “Keep going.”
I lift leather chaps and a jacket from the box, and he confirms, “These are just for the rides. They go over jeans as more protection for your beautiful legs.”
I stop and stare at the final item, a beautiful pair of knee-high stiletto lace-up boots. “I love it!” I exclaim. “I think I’m going to look like one sexy dominatrix on the back of your Harley.”
“That’s what I’m counting on.” He leans in and whispers in my ear, “You should see the toys I bought for us to play with.”
Rubbing my breasts against his arm, I purr, “I can’t wait.”
Cameron
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
As I stare across the room at Hadlee, my cock stirs. She seems so ladylike and easygoing as she laughs with my dad at the table with his new “friend” Gina, a nurse he met on one of his many doctor visits. Over the last few months, their friendship seems to be growing into something more.
I’ve met Gina a few times. She’s a sweet woman who manages my dad and his illness well. His cancer is still a small issue, but the oncologist is happy. Together they’re like teenagers—sneaking looks at one another, whispering and giggling.
I’m happy that my dad may have found someone who’s good for him. I’m even more ecstatic that he’s on the mend and is doing so well. After all these years of hating my dad and blaming him for my mother’s death, I’m grateful to have another chance with him.
My dad and Gina hold hands and speak in low voices. It’s clear that they’re falling in love with each other. I’m good with that.
Before we leave, Gina and Hadlee are in the kitchen putting away a dessert she brought over, and my dad pulls me aside. “Does it bother you that I’m dating Gina?”
“No. Should it?”
“She isn’t your mom,” he says sheepishly.
“Dad, I miss Mom every single day, but you deserve someone who makes you happy. If Gina makes you happy, then I’m thrilled for you.”
“I’m thinking of proposing.”
“You just started dating. Are you sure?”
“Without a doubt. No one will ever be able to replace your mom, but she’s the only woman I’ve ever considered marrying since your mom died. I’m old, and I don’t want to waste a minute without her.”
“Then I suppose you better ask her quick before someone else tries to steal her away.”
“Son, you have no idea how much that keeps me up at night.”
I laugh. “Don’t wait too long.”
He glares at me seriously and says, “You shouldn’t wait either, or some guy’s going to swoop in and steel Hadlee away from you.”
“No pressure.” I know he’s right though. I’ve been thinking about it. We aren’t big, over-the-top kind of people; we’re low-key, and I want it to be extra special.
The girls return with a vase full of white tulips that Hadlee places in the center of the room, giving them great prominence. “Well, I guess we should go,” she says with a smile.
Checking the app on my phone, I tell everyone, “The Lyft is less than two minutes out.” We walk outside and Hadlee turns to me, whispering so only I can hear, “Just so you know, I’m wearing my new thong.”
I groan at the thought. “I can’t wait to see it.”
We head to dinner down in Ghirardelli Square. Hadlee picked McCormick and Kuleto’s for the huge menu. “There’s something on the menu for everyone,” she said. And the views are spectacular as well, each booth set up to see across the wide expanse of windows from the Golden Gate Bridge to Alcatraz.
I love that, despite Hadlee growing up as part of the 1 percent, she can talk to anyone. Gina’s telling her all about some Spanish soap opera, and she’s enthralled.
“I speak fluent Spanish, and my patients’ parents have talked about them, but I’ve never watched one,” she shares.
Gina places her hand on Hadlee’s arm. “You should. They taught me Spanish, but I have to tell you, they suck you in and you’ll never get out.”
Hadlee laughs. “Maybe that isn’t a good idea.”
“I know you’re re a doctor and don’t have much free time, but I really like them.”
“Then on a day we both have off, you can show me.”
That’s why I love this woman. She’s open to trying new things. She would be the same way with the Queen of England.
“Cameron tells me you’re looking at a weekend away,” Dad says.
“I have leather chaps, jacket, and boots, so now we can go for a good ride on Cameron’s Harley,” Hadlee proudly announces.
“Where are thinking about going?” Dad asks me.
I turn to Hadlee. “What about a ride along the coast to Big Sur?”
She nods, her fingers rubbing at my crotch under the table.
Yes, I’m one lucky guy.
“You all set?” We were supposed to leave almost an hour ago, but Hadlee’s been worrying about my dad and making sure he’s going to be comfortable alone. Gina’s coming over this evening, and Dad warned me that he plans on proposing tonight. I’ll tell Hadlee later. She might be too excited and want to stick around this weekend, and I’m dying to see her in her leathers and have her all to myself.
She’s adjusting the leather jacket when she joins me outside. It fits snug and shows off
every delicious curve. I walk around her, examining her with a light touch. I want to bend her over my bike and fuck her hard and fast with those boots on.
“I’m ready. This leather’s going to be hot.” A flush begins at her cheeks. We need to get going or she may faint.
“It may be a little warm right now, but once we’re moving along the highway, the constant wind will keep you cool. Plus, I want to make sure we protect those beautiful limbs of yours.” She just stares at me. “And you look sexy as hell.”
“Good to know one of your fetishes is a dominatrix.”
I give her a chaste kiss and whisper, “I’ve never been dominated, but with you, I’d try anything.”
I climb on my Fat Boy and start it, the purr of the engine lowering my stress levels. This is a big weekend. I reach out to help her climb on behind me, relishing her fine legs and arms holding me tight. As I adjust her helmet, I tell her, “It’s three hours to Big Sur. If you need to stop to use a restroom or want to stretch your legs, tap me on the shoulder.”
“No problem.” She looks a little nervous, but she relaxes as we make our way to Highway 1 and on to San Jose. It feels right having her with me on my Harley.
As we drive, the view is spectacular. The environment changes from rolling hills that meet the ocean to steep cliffs that offer spectacular jagged rocks with a multitude of white waves crashing against them. She taps me on the shoulder to stop only twice, once because she needed the bathroom after all the coffee she drank this morning and the other because she wants to take some pictures. She takes pictures of me, and we even pose for our own selfie.
God, she’s beautiful.
“We’ll have spotty cell coverage as we enter the park, and the Big Sur Lodge proudly does not have any Wi-Fi. Are you ready to go off the grid?”
She cocks her head to the side and gazes at me. “I think I can manage a weekend out of touch with CeCe and the girls.”
When we arrive at Big Sur, the forest a dense cacophony of green amidst the towering redwoods, I have a plan. I reserved a two-room cottage with one queen bed located up the hill from the main lodge in a tranquil area surrounded by trees.
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