Page 211 of Daddy’s Fortitude

“I love you too. Now, turn around on your hands and knees while I put this condom on.”

It was amazing how easily she did what he commanded. It was also amazing how he just protected her without question. Charlie had hated condoms, had never wanted to wear them. And in the end, she’d started taking the contraceptive pill. However, she’d stopped it when Charlie died. She’d just forgotten to take it a few days and hadn’t bothered to start again. Ammo knew that, and he hadn’t asked her to do anything. He’d just solved the issue quietly.

She quickly rolled into position and he moved in behind her, kissing her hot bottom cheeks.

“God, that’s a beautiful sight,” he told her. “Your ass all plump and red, and that pussy between your legs, wet and needing me.”

“Please, please,” she begged, and this time he listened, slowly sliding himself deep inside her. He actually fitted far more easily than she thought he would. He paused every so often to rub her clit and ease the way.

But honestly, it all felt so good. He was stretching her, yes, but it was a good kind of stretch. She could feel him inside her, could feel him claiming her, and she wanted more.

Luckily, he seemed to sense that because he started to move. He drove himself in and out of her as he reached around with his hand to play with her clit. Her breathing grew faster and faster.

“I’m going to come,” she cried.

“Just wait,” he told her. “Wait until I tell you that you can come.”

“Oh, no,” she cried. “I can’t do that. I can’t!”

“Yes, you can. Just listen to me. Do what I tell you. No coming until I say you can.”

She closed her eyes and tried to think about something else, about anything else. He continued to play lightly with her clit, which helped. If he’d sped up or used a firmer touch, she knew she wouldn’t have been able to stop herself. She heard him grunt behind her.

“I’m getting close, baby.”

Oh, thank God. He moved his finger faster against her clit.

“Come with me now. Come.”

Aimee screamed as she fell over the edge. Her entire body shuddered with her release. She barely heard him let out his own shout of pleasure.

Slumping forward, she lay on the bed in a heap as he moved around her, getting rid of the condom, putting her pajamas back on and tucking her back into bed.

That night she slept the best she ever had.

57

Branson still hadn’t sent him those license plate numbers. Ammo wanted to give them to Miles. Probably nothing would come from them. But still, he didn’t entirely trust the Arkansas State Police to do a proper job of investigating.

So he was surprised when he got a call from Branson after breakfast.

“I was just going to call you. Where are those license plates?” he demanded.

“You no longer need them,” Branson replied. “We have him.”

“You what?” Ammo asked. “You have him? The guy who threatened her?”

“What?” Aimee said.

Turning, he saw her standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

“Is Aimee there with you?” Branson asked.

“Yep,” Ammo said.

“Maybe put the phone on speaker so she can hear this too.”

He frowned. “Sure that’s a good idea?”