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Chapter Thirteen

I watched the bacon sizzle in the pan, the scent wafting upwards and hitting my nostril, making my mouth water. Rose had worn me out—the little spitfire. But fuck, I loved it.

I'd woken up before her this morning, and I'd just stared at her. Not in a creepy way. I just wanted to memorize every inch of her. I'd trailed my eyes over her head, loving the way her blond strands were frizzed in every direction; a throwback to our earlier fucking. Her eyes were closed, eyelids fluttering every so often as if she were dreaming—I hoped if she was, they were about me. Her lips were parted slightly, their plumpness enticing me in, making my cock begin to harder with desire. I pushed it down, though. We needed to talk. As much as I wanted to stay in this little bubble we had created, it was impossible. We both had lives that we needed to go back to.

Hence the reason I was making breakfast. We both needed sustenance. And I was fucking starving.

"Mmm, something smells good," Rose chimed as she entered the kitchen, wearing one of my t-shirts. It was massive on her. Even though we'd only been here a short time, her skin had tanned beautifully. My black t-shirt just enhanced that. My mouth watered, and I swallowed hard, pushing down the desire that I felt for her.

Rose came up behind me and pressed her warm body to mine.

I couldn't have stopped the smile that crept across my face if I had tried. I felt Rose take a deep breath, her chest pressing against mine.

Spinning around, I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist and pressed a kiss to her lips. "Good morning, Baby Girl."

"Morning, Daddy."

I brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Did you sleep well?" Her eyes were bright, a smile on her face as she looked at me.

Rose nodded.

"Good. I was going to come and get you when breakfast was ready."

"I smelled bacon and didn't want you to eat it all," she teased, poking at the taut muscles of my stomach. I was known to have quite a large appetite—in more ways than one as Rose was finding out.

"I'd always leave some for you," I said, leaning down to kiss her hair before turning back to the food in the pan.

Rose placed a kiss to the center of my bare back.

As pathetic as it sounded, it made me tingle. Just her presence made me feel fucking warm all over, had my heart pounding hard against my chest.

Pulling away from me, giving my ass a cheeky little pat, Rose began to set the table and then poured us both a glass of orange juice.

Breakfast was relatively quiet, with Rose complimenting me on my cooking skills. What? I'm almost forty. I didn't get to this age eating shit from the freezer.

Afterwards, we cleared the table, and then I urged Rose to sit down so we could talk. The table was the perfect place for this. It hid her delicious legs from me; acted as a physical barrier, stopping me from leaping across and devouring her where she sat; and finally, it hid the raging hardon that was pressing against my gym shorts.

Damn. Rose was making my cock behave like it was fifteen again, rising at the thought of any part of a woman and never being satiated.

"So, tell me, how do you want to take this forward?" I asked, reaching across the table and twinning my fingers with her. The contact soothed me. "I'm happy with whatever you're willing to give me," I said, hoping like hell she wanted to give me everything.

"Well, we've established that we love each other," Rose said, her eyes meeting mine for a split second before she glanced down at our hands, covering them with her spare hand, her fingers running delicately across my wrist. It felt good.

"And I'd like to keep seeing you." Rose bit her lip, and I felt her fingers tense under mine. "I just don't want to tell anyone yet." Her eyes met mine again. "I'm not embarrassed by you," she began quickly, the words tumbling over each other as she spoke quickly. "I just don't want my dad or Nessa interfering. Not when this is all so new."

I squeezed her hand in mine. "Hey, I get it." I did. I truly did. "I know you're not embarrassed by me—and by the same token, I'm not embarrassed by you." I'd thought about this a lot this morning. "But I agree. I don't think we should tell anyone; not yet anyway. Let's wait a while. We need to get your dad used to the idea of 'us'."

Rose smiled at me. "I like the idea of 'us'."

"Good," I told her leaning forward. "Because I fucking love it."

Rose giggled as our lips met.

"There's just a few other things we need to clarify."

"What are those?" Rose asked, her eyes already shining with desire.

"First of all, will you be going on a date with the right royal douche, Royce King II?" I knew the answer. But I wanted to hear her say the words—stroke my ego a little bit more… hopefully, among other things.

"I wouldn't date him if he were the last man on Earth. I'd rather date a tree."

Her answer definitely boosted my ego. Not that I needed it.

"Good answer. Second question: when do I get to fuck you in the hot tub?"

Rose sat back, drawing her leg up under her chin, giving me a tantalizing look at the white cotton panties she wore. "That depends."

I reached under the table to palm my aching cock, making sure Rose saw. I wanted her. And I wanted her now. "On what?" At this point, I'd wear a tutu and dance the macarena naked if it meant I could get inside her tight cunt.

Rose smirked at me. "If you can catch me." Rose bolted from the table and towards the back deck where the hot tub was. As she went, her t-shirt hit me smack in the face, followed by her underwear.

"I'm so going to get you, Baby Girl," I teased, racing after her, shedding my own shorts as I went.

Rose let out a little giggle as I kissed her, my tongue teasing hers before I pulled away. She was sat on the side of the hot tub, naked as the day she was born as I stood in it, the water not entirely covering the bulbous head of my cock.

"You're going to need to be quiet, Baby Girl," I told her. "If you scream too loud, people on the beach will hear you."

The beach wasn't that far away, and from where I was stood, I could see families as they frolicked in the water and sunbathed on the sand. They were utterly clueless about the debauchery that was going to be happening behind them.

I leaned in and kissed her, letting my tongue taste the inside of her mouth. I could still taste the remnants of our breakfast. It made me harder.

My hands gripped her shoulders before I slowly slipped them down her body, stopping to give her tight nipples a quick squeeze.

Rose squeaked, pulling her mouth away from mine, eyes wide as she realized that she'd made a noise. One of her hands went over her mouth, and I had to admit, the startled look fucking suited her.

It just chuckled, tweaking them again, harder this time until her hips arched off the side of the hot tub, and she frantically gripped my shoulder with her free hand. Her nails dug into my skin, the bite igniting me.

"I can't decide what I want," I murmured, pulling away and letting my hot breath caress the shell of her ear, my tongue tracing the ridges of skin. "Either for you to scream my name, so everyone knows who's fucking you, or keep you quiet, so only I can witness you creaming on my fingers."

Behind her fingers, Rose moaned, her eyes starting to go glassy.

I spread her legs wide open for me and stepped in between them, my thumbs rubbing circles on the inside of her thighs.

"Oh—fuck, Baby Girl," I groaned. "You're already soaking for me."

Rose nodded her head eagerly. She took her hand from her mouth and used it to grip the side of the hot tub. "Yes. I'm so wet for you, Daddy."

I slid my fingers into her with ease, once again marvelling that this beautiful creature was mine. That she let me love her and touch her. That she wanted to be with me.

"I don't think it's that," I told her, my fingers rubbing the inside of her walls, feeling her wetness start to gather around the light flutterings of her cunt. I used my free hand to pull at her hair, making her tilt her head to look up at me. Her blue eyes were so fucking trusting. "I think you like the idea of someone seeing me fuck you."

Her pupils dilated anymore, and that perfect bottom lip of hers was pulled in between her teeth.

Bingo. I'd hit the spot.

My fingers curled around her neck possessively as I began to finger fuck her pussy with my hand, eliciting those delicious wet skin slapping noises that I fucking adored.

"Oh, look at that," I began, having to take a deep breath and swallow harshly. My cock was on fire with the need for her. "Look at how wet my dirty little girl is. Do you want someone to watch us fucking? Do you want someone to see me fucking this tight little cunt of yours? My monstrous cock stretching you?"

Rose threw her head back and let out a deep moan. Her hands left my shoulder, and feverishly, she clutched at her breast, fingers dancing around her nipple as she plucked and pinched as the wrinkled skin.

She was so fucking wet. It was making me light-headed. I had to see how far I could push this.

I slid a third finger into her, enjoying the tight squeeze of her muscles against me. It was as if her body wasn't sure what it wanted; more or less.

"I bet you'd let me do whatever I wanted, wouldn't you? Truss you up like an animal and fuck you until you were covered in my cum." Now that was a pretty image. One I was more than happy to make come true. "Or would you let them watch as I laid you on your back and came on every inch of your beautiful skin?" Not being able to resist myself, I released my grip of her neck and brought my hand down to her sweet tits, where I gave them a light spank.

Arching her back high into the air, Rose moaned. "Again, Daddy. Please."

I smirked and slapped her tits again, watching as the skin flushed bright pink—a beautiful colour on my Baby Girl. I'd have to get her some lingerie that matched. Then rip it from her body with my fucking teeth.

"You're such a dirty little girl for me," I groaned, my cock bumping the side of the hot tub and sending a stroke of pleasure down my spine.

"For you," Rose panted. "Just for you."

Her words made me want to fucking roar with pleasure. Bellow out that this literal angel on Earth was mine, and no other fucker could have her.

"I bet you'd let me do anything I wanted, wouldn't you?"

Rose moaned in response.

I sucked her earlobe into my mouth, biting down on the soft flesh before I spoke. "You'd let me take that virgin ass of yours, wouldn't you? Bend you over the railing now and fuck you in that spot where no one else ever has."

Rose's thighs quivered, and her mouth dropped open. Her eyes were closed—she was lost in her own little world. A world of pleasure, one that I had created.

"Would you scream out? Feeling my hot cock in that taut hole?" I was working myself up with my words. "And when people looked to wonder what dirty little girl was making all that noise about, they'd see you—taking my cock like a champ."

Rose's entire body went rigid, her thighs tremoring. Seconds before she screamed, I clamped my hand over her mouth, stifling the noise as she creamed herself all over my hand, her pussy slick and wet with the evidence of what I did to her.

It made my ego swell.

As Rose panted, her entire body spent with what had been one hell of an orgasm, I sucked my fingers into my mouth, desperate to taste her.

"I need more, Baby Girl," I told her, getting down on my knees and throwing her thighs haphazardly over my shoulders.

Rose gasped in surprise and then moaned as my tongue licked at her scorching hot cunt.

"Fucking hell," I groaned. She tasted amazing. Sweet and musky. I lapped at her like a dog, unable to stop. I was demanding as hell.

Rose's fingers clutched at my head and sat up, gripping at my head, her mouth in my hair as she tried to smoother the noises leaving her mouth.

I parted the swollen lips of her cunt and stuck my tongue inside her hole.

Digging her fingers into my head, Rose came, quite literally gushing over my face and soaking me with her jizz.

"Ahhhhhh-ohhhhh!" she moaned into my hair. I could feel her thighs shaking around my head, her toes twitching into my back, her chest heaving.

I licked my lips and used my fingers to gather as much of her from my chin as possible. There's no way I was wasting any of this—any of her.

Gently, I removed her legs from my shoulders and cupped her face with my hands. Her eyes were bright, her lips slightly parted, and her cheeks flushed.

Leaning down, I kissed her. Rose moaned, no doubt tasting herself on my tongue.

Much to my surprise, Rose pushed on my chest, making me step back. For a second, I worried that I had done something wrong, pushed her too far.

But the grin that covered her face told me that wasn't the case.

Rose slid into the water and used her hands to guide me to the other side of the hot tub. She pushed me down, so I was sitting on the edge, just like she had been earlier.

Kissing me, I had a feeling that Rose quite enjoyed the perplexed look on my face.

Her nails lightly grazed the tops of my thighs, and her breasts brushed against my chest.

"My turn, Daddy," she whispered, her lips lightly brushing mine before she looked down between us to the swollen purple head of my bulbous dick.

Fucking hell.

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