“You’re too slow,” he grunts, wrapping an arm around my waist and carrying me to the bed where he yanks off my panties and tosses them to parts unknown.
I try to prepare for his frenzied lips between my legs and fail. His beard tickles my inner thighs while his mouth latches onto my damp flesh. I cry out in both surprise and pain when he sucks at the still tender area. What his lips lack in tenderness, his long tongue makes up for with penetration. I’ve never been fucked by a man’s mouth before, but I must say I approve. I come too quickly and lose out on a longer tongue fucking.
Hayes’s dick is leaking something fierce, and I doubt he’ll last more than ten thrusts. I’m wrong again.
He attempts to press gently through my swollen lips, but his erection has a mind of its own and enters me in one fast thrust. His hips take over and bang against mine wildly. He’s ready to come. I know he is, but he doesn’t for nearly ten minutes. I stare up at him, admiring the unhinged expression of a man lost in lust. He’s fucking me so hard and deep that I have to hold onto him to keep from smashing my head on the headboard.
Once I get the hang of his rough rhythm, I play with the thick hair on his muscled chest. My fingers feel the groan rumbling in his chest as his orgasm grows. He literally growls as the first wave of cum fills me. Gritting his teeth to keep from howling, Hayes is gorgeous as he pumps everything he has into my waiting body. I never think of coming myself. I only want to witness him give into all of his pent-up desire. An unleashed Hayes is a truly remarkable sight.
Giving our bodies a short break, Hayes relaxes next to me. He slides his index finger between my lips, and I suck at it instinctually. Popping it from my mouth, he uses it to follow the curves of my breasts.
“Can I ask you something really personal?” I ask, taking advantage of his good mood.
“No.”
“Is Balthazar your real father?”
Hayes gives me a dark frown. “What does it matter?”
“I’ll take that as a no.”
After a minute of silence, Hayes loses his frown. “I only know rumors.”
“I like rumors.”
Still playing with my nipple, he tugs at the hard flesh until it hardens even more.
“Balthazar was a long haul truck driver before I was born. He’d leave Mom for days, even weeks at a time. Apparently, she had an affair. She might have had many of them. Balthazar likely had his own. I don’t want to know about their sex lives, but the rumor is my bio father is an electrician in Common Bend.”
“Have you ever wanted to meet him?”
“I checked up on him, yeah. He had a family and was retired like Balthazar. I considered contacting him, but I didn’t have anything to say. I’d only wanted to find him because Mom hinted I shouldn’t. Once I did, I lost interest in the rest of it.”
“Why would she only hint not to find him?”
“Because she knew straight out telling me not to would only ensure I’d find him.”
“Oh, so you were always a pain in the ass.”
“Since I was sucking my thumb in the womb,” he says, leaning down to suck at my nipple.
I enjoy his attention and fall silent while he goes from sucking to nibbling and then back. When he switches out his lips for fingers, I concentrate long enough to ask another question.
“Does this guy have kids besides you?”
“Yeah.”
“Aren’t you a little interested in having siblings?”
“I considered that too, but they’re not the kind of family I’m interested in having around. They’d want me to loan them money or come to their kids’ birthday parties. I’d be the rich relative they invited to all kinds of stupid shit because they figured I’d just send a gift instead. I don’t need that crap from strangers. I have plenty of employees and acquaintances in White Horse that invite me to crap I won’t go to.”
“That reminds me. I sent a get well gift to Velma Chase from the call center. She called to thank you for your generosity.”
“I wasn’t too generous, was I?” he asks, frowning.
“You were just generous enough to make her feel special, but not so much that she thought you wanted to bang her.”
“Good.”
Running my fingers through his thick hair, I say, “I’m sorry about your dad situation.”
“Why? Balthazar fucking raised me. He fed me, clothed me, and gave me whatever kids need growing up. He taught me how to play sports, and he came to my boring school events. He was my father even if I was taller than him by fifth grade.”
“Still awkward.”
“You shut the door in your father’s face.”
“I know.”
“So why feel sorry for me?”
“I’m sweet on you, dumbass. It makes me soft and sentimental.”
“Oh,” he says and grins. “Did you ever feel like you were missing out when you were a kid by not having a father around?”