He Makes Me Bundle (4 page)

“
No, I’ve got it. Thanks, though.” I wink and brush past him, make sure my hip skims the front of his pants, and there’s definitely a bulge there. I smile wide when I hear him let out a sharp gasp.

I know what he’s thinking, but I’m here for one cock and one cock only.

Justin’s.

I turn back and nod my head down the hall, pausing my stride. “I’m actually looking for Justin Moore. I’m Amber.”

“
Oh. Huh. He, uh, never mentioned that his stepdaughter was so pretty.” Damn, another time, another place, and I’d crawl all over him to see how much of that blush is covering his hard body. “He’s in the back with the rest of the crew.” He gestures with his chin and then turns his attention to the ground, nibbling his lower lip. At least, I think he’s staring at the ground. Or maybe my legs. I can’t really say for sure.

“
Thanks, sweetie.” His face grows redder and I turn my back on him, then head toward the sound of voices down the way.

Tromping down the long hallway, I peer into the rooms as I pass, trying to see if there’s anyone around, or if Justin’s hanging out in any of them. Nope.

When I’m all the way at the end, the very last opening leads to a massive area that looks more like a living room than anything else. There are couches, recliners, a couple of tables and a kitchen tucked in the corner, separated by a bar and several stools.

I clear my throat to try to get their attention. “Knock, knock.”

No one looks. I try again, louder this time. I not only have to yell over
their
yelling, but also the blaring volume coming from the television. “Knock! Knock!”

Every head swings my way. All of ‘em. With each man’s mouth hanging open. Like they’ve never seen a woman before. Eep. I hope I’m not about to embarrass the shit out of Justin.

Double eep.

“
What the—” Justin comes through a door on the other side of the room, one I hadn’t noticed before, holding a rag and wiping his hands down. “Amber!”

Oh, I’m hoping he’ll be happy.

Please.

When he flashes me a big smile, I release the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

The other guys start moving, scrambling around furniture, working at getting closer to me, all of them mumbling about beautiful women and carrying things and how they should help the poor girl. Me. Justin manages to cut them off though, grabbing the cookies, brownies and toppings from my hands, leaving me with just the cartons of ice cream.

Suddenly feeling shy now, I give him a timid greeting. “Hi.” I bite my lower lip. Being bold in private is one thing, but around his co-workers is another.

“
Hey, sweetheart.” His tone is quiet, but as soon as I hear it, it eases some of my trepidation. “Follow me to the kitchen. Smelling your cookies has me dying for a taste of something sweet.” Oh?
Oh.
His eyes grow all dark at the end of his statement, voice dropping deep and low. Yeah, I want him to taste something sweet too.

Justin turns and I follow him, the bags disappearing from my hands the moment we cross the threshold, men urging me along, and I hurry to keep up with J.

He places the food on the counter, and when he turns around I stare at him, stuck behind a wall of firemen. Hot firemen, but still, men keeping me from my daddy.

“
Come on, guys. Give her some room already.” He closes the distance between us and snags my hand, dragging me behind him. “Guys, this is Amber, my—”

I finish the sentence for him, giving him an out ‘cause I’m not really sure what the hell I am to him. “His ex-stepdaughter. Sorta.” I half chuckle, face heating under their stares. I wave. “Um…hi?”

“
Stepdaughter?”

“
But ex, right? Not anymore?”

“
Is she fair game or not?”

Good god. It’s like I’m in a room full of hornballs who’ve never seen a woman before.

And they’re all talking at the same time.

Justin lets out a shrill whistle, silencing them all at once. Their attention now focused on the two of us, Justin replies, “She’s her own woman, not a toy, and she sure as hell isn’t fair game.” He leans down toward me after his announcement and says in a whisper, “What did you bring us, sweetheart?”

“
Um, cookies, brownies and stuff for sundaes. Is that okay? I can leave…”

“
Nope, I’m gonna give you a tour as soon as these guys get over the sight of you.” I watch him as he looks around the room, glaring at all the men standing around. “Understand?”

All of a sudden, they seem to be really interested in the floor, ceiling and walls. If it weren’t so bizarre, I’d laugh.

Justin snags my hand and tugs me toward the door he’d just come through. In moments, we’re in the garage, two shiny, red fire trucks filling the space, along with all the other fireman-y stuff lined up against the walls.

Of course, the tour he’d mentioned before quickly turns into a tour of a stack of hoses on the side of one of the trucks, well-hidden from the view of the door we’d just come through. The hoses are wound so tight that when he picks me up and sets me on top of them, they hold my weight with ease, without even wobbling a bit.

I spread my thighs, my tiny skirt rising higher, and he steps between them, the thick ridge of his cock settling right along my slit. My naked slit.

“
Fuck, it’s already been too long, baby.” He murmurs the words against my lips a scant moment before he catches them in a searing kiss, tongue twining with mine, licking and twirling in my mouth.

While he conquers my lips, grinding his dick against me, he grabs my wrists and tugs them behind my back, securing them with a single, large hand.

Justin tears his lips from mine, leaving me whimpering, writhing against him. “Daddy…” I whine, adding, “…I
need.
”

“
I know what you need. A spanking. What’re you doing? Coming in here and parading around in that skirt and top. Are you even wearing a bra, baby? Hmm?” He brushes a soft kiss across my lips. “It’s driving me crazy that they were all looking at you. Bet half of them got hard when you walked in. Is that what you wanted? To make me jealous?”

I shake my head. That wasn’t it. I just wanted to see him, and make sure I wore something that allowed him easy access. Really.

The hand not holding my wrists cups my breast, then squeezes for a couple of seconds, before he pinches my hardened nipple between two fingers. I moan, arch into him and quietly beg for more.

“
I’ve missed you, Daddy. Missed your fat cock. Wanted to see you.”

“
Amber.” It’s a warning, but I’m not thinking he’s all that serious. Not when he releases my breast and reaches for his slacks, fights with the button and zipper until his cock’s freed. The man is pretty talented with his hands. “You’re driving me crazy.”

He’s as long and thick as I remember, already leaking, and the tip is purple and plump. I struggle against his hold, but he doesn’t release me. Instead, he tightens his grip until it pinches and hurts.

I’m at his mercy. “Daddy…”

“
Nu-uh. No touching. You get what I give you. This is your punishment for coming in here and teasing me, showing off your body to those guys.”

I lick my lips, form a soft pout. “I don’t want them. I want you. I’m not wearing any panties, Justin. Nothing. And I’m so wet and ready for you, ready for your thick cock to slam into my tight cunt. I know you want it too.”

He growls and that’s all the warning I get before he positions his dick at my hole…then he slams into me, kissing me at the same time to keep me from screaming. ‘Cause it seems that I’m totally a screamer.

Justin still has me captured, hands behind my back, perched on the hoses while his other hand is holding my hips steady.

This isn’t going to be gentle lovemaking. No, this is going to be a quick and dirty fuck. Hard and fast, pounding in and out of my cunt.

When he finally releases my lips, we still keep them close, breathing into one another while he works my pussy over, slamming in and out of me like a man possessed.

Fuck it feels good.

“
Oh, yes,” I whisper against his mouth. “Fuck me harder, Daddy. Fuck your dirty slut, your naughty girl.”

He just grunts, pace increasing, damn near hurting me with each thrust. But it hurts so good…stinging and stretching and abusing me while he’s loving me.

My cunt keeps tightening around him, milking his fat cock while my clit’s throbbing in time with my heart.

Slam, slam, slam.

I fucking love this, being restrained, being taken, the intensity and fierceness behind every thrust of his hips…the fact that at any moment we could be caught, revealed and shown for what we are.

Perverted fucks.

“
Gonna come…come on your cock.” ‘Cause I am. My clit’s singing—nerves are alive and ready to damn near explode with every meeting of our hips.

I’m so freaking close, so ready.

A soft shuffling sound catches my attention and I open my eyes, look over Justin’s shoulder to find the cutie from earlier standing next to the other truck, watching us, hand stroking his dick through the cover of his pants. Oh, yeah, he likes what he’s seeing.

This time, I’ll talk a little louder, make sure the other man can hear me. Eyes still focused on the cutie, I cry out, “Give it to me, Daddy. Fuck your cunt. Come in my pussy.”

Justin’s hips speed up and Cutie’s hand does the same, but then he suddenly stops and quickly fumbles with his pants, whips out his cock and strokes it. It’s not as long as Justin’s, but it’s easily just as thick.

And fucking hard.

The fap, fap, fap of his jacking wars with the slapping of our hips, spurring my orgasm even closer. He’s sliding his hand up and down his shaft in a furious motion, like he’s more than ready to come.

Which means he’s right there with me.

“
You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you? Fucking in the firehouse. Little slut.”

I try to push closer, move against his thrusts as my focus remains on the other man. “Your dirty slut, your whore.”

“
Fucking right.” His hands around my wrists tighten until the pain is radiating up my arms, shooting through me and gathering at my pussy, urging my climax along. “Mine.”

Fap, fap, fap.

Cutie wants me so badly—I can see it in the focus of his eyes, the strain of his face. Wants his cock in me, to fill me with his come.

But he can’t, because I’m Daddy’s.

“
Yours…yours…yours…” My pussy’s milking him, spasming as it clamps down on his dick. “Gonna…”

“
That’s it, come on my dick, little girl.”

Fuck that really is it. My back manages to arch even more and I push my chest against his while I fight against his hold, my sweat-drenched body moving on its own. Pleasure fills every inch of me, head to toe, every nook and cranny in-between. It’s pouring through my pores and permeating everything around me. Like I’m in a bubble of ecstasy, and at any moment, it’s going to pop.

But not just yet. ‘Cause it’s still growing, the initial wave holding me tight in its grip and dragging me higher. It’s not just pleasure…it’s so much more than that.

Daddy’s fucking me harder and harder and harder until my world finally explodes, and hell if I know what happens next because the bubble I was in is now gone…and I’m floating with wave after wave of sensation ebbing and flowing through me, like a rough sea crashing , again and again, over my body.

I do my best to watch the stranger’s cock as it spurts load after load, a look of pleasurable agony etched on his face as he comes.

Cutie came to me. Because of me. Of us.

And that just takes my orgasm high once again, the mere thought that a stranger got off watching a live fuck session featuring Justin and me being too much for my body to take.

Only to be reeled back in because Justin’s coming now, his warm, white liquid filling my cunt, his thrusts becoming jerky as he seals his hips against mine, nice and fucking tight and pressing on my clit. The pressure sends another shiver of indescribable bliss through me, right down my spine, and not stopping until it settles around my aching cunt.

“
Fuck, Daddy. That was…”

“
Fucking unbelievable.”

“
Mmm-hmm…” I still can’t breathe just yet, can’t think past the shivers running through me and the pleasure each one carries.

I watch as Cutie tucks his spent cock back into his pants, zips it up, and then snags the rag he must’ve dropped when he’d caught the two of us fucking. He wipes his hands and gifts me with a smile, blushing once again, before he turns on his heel and leaves us alone.

Justin releases my hands and glances over his shoulder. “Did you hear something?”

I focus on him. “Not a thing.”

“
Huh. Thought I heard—”

I kiss the side of his neck, work at distracting him. “There’s nothing, Daddy.” I nibble and bit his earlobe. “Now, find something for me to clean up with. I can’t very well eat a sundae with cum dribbling down my legs, can I?”

He nuzzles my neck, giving me the same treatment. “I’d love it, though. Love knowing that they know you belong to me.”