Page 42 of Unthinkable

“He’s her dad,” Fen tacks on.

Marlie’s eyes widen. “Oh. Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

I lift my hand and splash Fen while rolling my eyes. “Don’t be a jerk.” He laughs, then swims beneath the water, away from us. Poor Marlie looks like she wants to disappear. “He’s my adopted dad, and it’s fine.”

Her shoulders relax.

“I’d be completely fine if he wanted to eat me.” I beam back at her before making my way out of the pool.

Her wide eyes have me struggling to rein in the fit of giggles threatening to burst from me.

“Thrilled, in fact.”

I finish peeing and flush the toilet, then wash my hands, but a knock on the door has me stilling.

“Immie, it’s me. Can you let me in?”

My core clenches, and I quickly glance in the mirror, patting down my hair. I check to make sure I look okay, then rush over to the door and unlock it.

Jensen slips inside, his bare chest exposed, and his huge cock is already hard and bulging from his shorts.

He lavishes me with his attention, his hazel eyes rake over me, and heat creeps up my cheeks.

With his fingers, he twists the tie of my bikini top around my neck. “You look beautiful, Little Nightmare.”

His perfectly crafted, solid muscle is there, right in front of me, and not for the first time, I want to caress his bronzed skin, but I’m scared to make the move in case he’s not ready for that level of interaction. “You do too.”

He swallows hard. “I have a problem.”

I chew on my lip as I peer into his hazel eyes. “What is it?”

“This.” He takes my hand in his, then shoves his swimming shorts down and places my hand on his thick cock.

It’s large, veiny, and solid, and my mouth waters to taste him. I drag my tongue over my lip, and he groans, so I do it again, and this time, his hand tightens on mine, squeezing his cock until pre-cum squirts from the tip.

“Can you see what you do to me?” he rasps, and all I can do is nod. “Fuck, Little Nightmare. You’re going to make me come if you keep licking your lips. You’re tormenting me so bad.”

“It’s so big.” I glide my hand up and down his smooth skin, and he loosens his grip on me, allowing me this moment to explore. It’s true, it is big, and this is the closest I’ve been to it.

A possessive streak flashes through me.

He’s mine.

I don’t ever want her to touch him again.

“You’re mine, Daddy.”

“Fuck yes, I am,” he pants. “I want to cover you in my cum, Little Nightmare.”

Without needing commanded, I lower to the floor, and a broken, ragged grunt leaves him.

“I’m going to come on your pretty little lips, and then I want you to paint your nipples with it. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He caresses my head, tangling his thick hand in my hair, and holds me in place as I jerk his cock. “Such a good girl for Daddy.” I moan as pre-cum slides down his cock and onto my fingers. “It’s all for you, Little Nightmare. It’s all Daddy’s cum waiting just for you.” I watch my hand work him, hypnotized by the beauty of his cock and the way his abs flex on each downward stroke. “Jesus, you look so fucking hungry for it.” He groans.

I dart my gaze up to him for approval, and the way his eyes are hooded gives me the confidence to continue. “I want to play with your balls,” I admit meekly.