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Racey grinned as she listened to him, as she watched him. She had never had anyone really say those things about her. Sexy she got bit impressive…. yeah there wasn’t anything she did that was ever super impressive. She placed her hand on the one he held the bottle with pushing it down so to pour herself more of the liquor, before throwing it in her mouth, swirling it a bit and swallowing.

She watched his eyes scan her and where her nervousness would have shown a certain comfort rushed over her. The way Tristan took her in, it made her confidence sky rocket. The goose bumps rising in the wake of his fingers made her shiver but her eyes stayed locked with his. She was his. And he could do whatever he wanted to right now and she would….

she stopped and moaned at him tugging at her folds. Her head falling into him. Her fingers slid into his hair, scratching at his scalp as she let him move slowly against her. Her breath mingling with his. She pulled away, peeking at him through her lashes, “I don’t want you to ever leave, Tristan.” Her eyes though heavy were serious. She bit her lip at the feeling of his erection pressing against her, and then his lips were against hers. Their tongues tangling and for the first time it felt like a dance rather than a battle. A slow patient dance that made her breathless.

She pulled away holding his face between her hands and looking into his eyes, “you have made my reality worth being present for.” Her chest heaved as she caught her breath and ran her fingers through his hair, a question begging to leave her lips as her eyes filled with tears, “I don’t wanna go back, Tristan. But, I don’t know how to fix what I did.”

Her lips quivered as they pressed back to his and she turned to him, taking him in her hand, she hitched her leg over his hip and pushed his hand out of the way, before pressing down into his cock. Moaning at the feeling of him filling her yet again. She pressed a finger to his lips, “Don’t move, I just wanna stay like this. I wanna keep talking to you. I like talking to you. This way you get what you want and I get what I want. It’s your turn to ask a question.” She weakly grinned trying her best to pull the pools that had flooded her blue eyes back in. Nobody liked a crier.

Tristan was dumbfounded. She didn’t want him to leave. That’s what he did. Tristan didn’t stick around to make friends. He had no words to offer her. He stayed quiet, kissing her skin where he could reach. His thoughts got carried away, confusion leaving him as she pulled herself onto him. Groaning, Tristan rocked his hips up, deepening their hold on one another.

Again, Tristan was dumbfounded. He stared at the girl in front of him and searched her eyes for some hint of laughter. She must be joking. Tristan didn’t cuddle and talk about his feelings. Fucking is what he knew, it’s what he was. Failing to hold back a small grunt, he kissed her cheek, licking the salty skin as he rocked his hips again, slow but hard. He groaned against her. She was too much, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. And he didn’t want to. So he pulled her closer, their chests pressing together, and he moaned his question in her ear as he thrust again.

“What are you doing to me?”

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Racey scooted into him and took the glass, watching him before pouring the liquid down her own throat. She grinned at him and bit her lip. Her eyes staring intently into his. “Why me?”

She didn’t know how he was going to take it but she knew what she meant. She asked several questions in just those two words. Why do you care about me? Why did you choose me? Why did you bring me back here? Why me? Why do you trust me? Her eyes probably asked a million more questions but she trusted him and wanted to know what he wanted with her.

The dark alcohol swirled in the glass, Tristan’s fingers methodically fidgeting as her question sat between them. A moment went by, maybe two, and Tristan spoke seriously. His eyes trained on a spot on the blanket. “You impress me.” He said it without hesitation, his bones feeling sure and steady as he went on. “You piqued my curiosity, and,” He stopped, eyes squinting in wonder. “you held it.” He shook his head suddenly, coming back to them sitting in his bed. He took a drink, finishing off the glass. “That’s never happened before.” His tone was casual now and he poured himself more bourbon, quickly drinking it down.

Tristan looked at Racey beside him, her strikingly fair skin mere inches from his grasp. He stared at his hand, watching his fingertips skirt up her bare thigh, comforted by the softness there. He hooked his fingers behind the knee closest to him and tugged Racey so she was laying beneath him. He propped a leg under one of her’s, holding them apart. His fingers went back to trailing her skin, finding her folds too easily. He teased as he found her gaze, his face was still serious. “You’re sexy, in a way I want to explore.” He dipped down and nibbled at her neck, mouthing at the skin there, just as soft as between her legs. “In a way I want to take my time with, experiment.” He tugged at her folds a bit, experimenting, just like he said. “In a way I want to keep coming back.” He pressed his erection against her side, groaning as he stole her warmth. “You steal me from my own mind.” His mouth was on hers, then, any other thoughts or secrets left unspoken and poured onto her tongue. 

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Racey was practically writhing underneath him as he fucked her. Her hand clamping around the wrist of the hand that was clamped around her throat as tears streamed down her face before she screamed his name. Her body going rigid as she came again but unable to ease herself through it until he pushed away from her. She was breathless as she straightened herself out, riding out the last waves of her orgasm before looking at him. 

She pushed herself up at his question and crawled to the end of the bed. “Nothing changed in me… but something has changed in you. You answer my questions and I’ll answer yours.” She said with a grin laying back on his bed and pushing herself back up against the headboard. A playful and tired grin on her face. as she eyed him up and down and took in the way he looked standing there. 

A sarcastic smile pushed at Tristan’s lips and he almost rolled his eyes. She thought he’d changed? She was in for a rude awakening. He opened his mouth to argue otherwise, when he saw the teasing smile she was giving him. Tristan could never turn down a challenge, perhaps that was his weakness, he thought. 

Clearing his throat, Tristan pushed his hair up once more before turning and walking to the fridge in all his glory. He peeked over his shoulder, a shit eating grin on his face. He grabbed a bottle of bourbon and two small glasses before making his way to the bed. He pushed himself up against the faded, cushioned headboard and dangled her glass before her. 

“Alright, sweetheart.” He poured a splash of golden liquid into each of their glasses and threw his back, making a show of licking his lips. “What do you wanna know?”

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Racey cried out as he slammed her down on him over and over again. Her head falling to his shoulder and her teeth digging into his skin even though she was unable to keep her cries quiet. She felt the coil inside her snap again and her body convulsed for a minute before she was back fucking him relentlessly. 

Her hands gripping his hair tight and her eyes screwed shut as the coil tightened again and snapped harder than before causing tears to gather in her eyes and her teeth to draw blood from his shoulder. She lapped up the iron taste of him. “Harder… take it out on me, Daddy. I can take it.” She moaned in his ear. “I want more. I wanna be… ah shit… I wanna be yours. Make me yours Daddy.” 

Tristan didn’t need to be asked twice. Without giving himself a chance to catch his breath, he flipped them over again. He grabbed the backs of Racey’s thighs and pushed her legs to her chest, pounding his hips into hers over and over. Her body wracked around his, her pussy clamping down on his still hard cock. Growls forced themselves past his gritted teeth as he fucked her relentlessly. She wanted it hard so that’s exactly what he was going to give her. He grabbed onto her throat, squeezing as he let his demon take control, his body moving against hers in a harsh pace.

It wasn’t long before he was coming again, his hips moving as fast as he could push them. He gasped out as he let go of her throat, instead pushing her legs higher, opening her up to him as he continued to fuck her, despite his growing sensitivity. Eventually, it became too much and he pulled away from her, stumbling from the bed as he struggled to breathe. He stared down at her, his green eyes showing again as he fell back against the wall. “Fuck.” He ran his hand through his sexed up hair and shook his head. 

What the fuck was he going to do now? 

“Tell me,” he said. “Why? Why now? What changed in that pretty little head of yours, huh?”

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Racey moaned and screwed her eyes shut as he flipped them taking everything he gave before rolling them back over. Her eyes were black as she slammed him into the mattress and her fingers coiled in his hair. “Don’t fight it, Daddy.” She circled her hips against him, moaning at the feeling of him prodding deep inside of her. “You always get to have all the fun.” She groaned before her hands fell back on his thighs, stretching her body out for him to admire as she fucked him. 

Her lips falling open as moans leaked from them. “Daddy, you feel so good.. you always do.” She bit her lip before a loud whimper left her mouth and she dove to his lips, slowing the pace again and rolling her hips. “Daddy… Tristan… I… I wanna be yours, forever.”

Tristan smirked when she complained about him always having all the fun. It was his party, after all. So why shouldn’t he? And right now, he was having a little too much as he watched her body arch over him, tits in the air as she fucked herself on him. He brought his hands behind his head, letting himself enjoy the show for once. She bounced on him and he watched his dick disappear in her over and over. She whimpered and moaned and, not for the first time, he was grateful for the stamina that came with his demon. 

Tristan grinned, a dark humor filling his green eyes as she finally admitted to being his. But then she sang out the magic word. Forever. Tristan’s eyes bore black, his demeanor changing in an instant. Tristan didn’t do forever. He grabbed onto Racey’s hips and lifted her up before slamming her back down, repeating it again. He moved her hard atop him, fucking her onto his cock, his own hip lifting to meet hers. He kept this going until a loud growl left him, similar to a few minutes ago, he voice hollowing out the large apartment and he let himself go inside her. 

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Racey stayed pressing kisses to his skin and rolling her hips against him. Whispering in his ear the whole time like he had done her earlier. Her hands running over his skin and through his hair, each touch soft and gentle. She saw the tension in him ever growing and could tell how much he wanted to do this his way but there was no way she was going to let that happen. She pressed her lips to his, moving them slow against his but just as hungry as one of his kisses. 

Her forehead pressed to his when she heard his words and she grinned. She pushed herself up slightly and angled her hips before slowly lowering herself back down on him, moaning with every burning inch of him she took. Her eyes fluttering and rolling the back of her head, “Oh… Daddy.” She stopped catching her breath before she started to move her hips against him again. “Let me, please. I’ll take care of you, Daddy.” She bit her lip, moaning as her pace grew slightly quicker, her mouth mapping a trail to back to his ear, “Just relax, breathe, Daddy. I got you.” 

Racey rained her body over his, her skin everywhere on his. He was breathing hard, harder than he should be. He kept his hands at his sides, holding the sheets in his fists as held himself back. He watched her tongue poke out, just touching her lips as she said it again. Daddy. He’d never held himself back before, and suddenly he couldn’t remember why he was. She lowered herself to him and she told him to relax. Tristan almost laughed. He grabbed her hips and flipped her to the mattress, pumping his hips into her. He growled tugged at her hair, exposing her neck to him, his teeth getting what they wanted as he kissed down to her shoulder, leaving a bruise. 

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Racey didn’t let him have control, for long. She rolled and straddled him again, pinning his wrists to her hips. “Stop… let me.” She leaned down and kissed his lips then kissed his neck and made a trail to his ear, nipping at his lobe. “Shhhh… just relax.” She grinned using his words and rolling her hips against him.  She removed herself from his lap and removed his pants then crawled back into his lap. She straddled him again, pressing his erection between her folds and rolling her hips against him, feeling him slide against her wet core. She was back at his ear moaning in it and pressing kisses to his neck. “Breathe… just breathe.” She said biting her lip and moving back to look in his eyes running her fingers through his hair. “Relax, Daddy.” 

Self control had been something Tristan had never thought about. He’d never wondered of his own, never tried to measure the amount he possessed. Nor did he care. Though, now, with Racey in his lap and holding him in, it was all Tristan could focus on. His muscles ached with the effort it took to not throw her down and take her. His teeth were clenched, begging to sink into her skin. 

Daddy

His body was on fire, hot coals weighing in his blood as he forced himself to breathe. Tristan had never been called daddy before. The word was obtrusive and it pulled him from his head for the second time that night. He opened his eyes and looked at Racey, meeting her gaze already boring down at him. He glanced at her small, pink lips. They were parted and he could see her tongue, waiting. “Say it again.” He was curious, wanted to see the word on her lips. He wanted to explore this part of her. 

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Her eyes searched his when she heard his plea and her hands cupped his face. Her eyes flicking between his and she couldn’t help the tears that collected in her eyes. “Tristan… I…” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath her fingers gliding through his hair after she opened them again. She was gentle as she looked in his eyes. “I just want you to talk to me. Please… trust me.” 

Her eyes flicked between his again before she leaned into him and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. Her tongue gently searching for his as she softly pushed him back freeing herself. “Trust me.” She whispered as she pulled away her lips still touching his. Her hands trailed down his arms gently caressing his tensed muscles as she pulled him out of the elevator and towards his bed. She sat him down and carefully straddled him. Her hands carding in his hair as she pulled his lips to hers and molded her mouth to his. Her tongue mapping his mouth as if it was some new or forgotten territory. 

Her hips rolled against him ever so slightly, she wanted to give him what he wanted but in a different way. She wanted to show him what she meant. Her hands gently moved down his sides as she pulled away from their kiss her eyes slitted as she looked at him. “Just this once, please. Trust me.” 

Tristan hesitated when she started pulling him from the elevator. His feet followed after her though, his eyes never leaving hers. She pushed him to the bed and he sat, his lips reaching for hers when she lowered herself to him. He had his eyes squeezed shut as she kissed him. Every thing she did was slow and drawn out. It was driving him crazy. Tristan squeezed Racey’s hips as she moved against him, begging him with her body. How could he say no?

In a second, Tristan’s hands were lost in Racey’s hair, holding her hard against him and he rolled them over. He laid to the side over, his torso twisted so he was hovered over her. He fisted her hair as he struggled to nod. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, his throat closed off and refusing any relief to the tightness in his chest. She was his air and he held her close, so close, wanting to let himself trust her. 

He pushed her hand back to his pants, making her press against him through his pants. He pushed his hips against her hand and gasped for air, causing their lips to break apart. She was warm beside him and he dove into her neck, biting and losing himself in her all over again without thinking. 

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Racey moaned into his kisses but kept fighting against him. Shoving at his shoulder and pushing against him. She gasped when he wrapped a hand around her throat and growled. Her eyes falling shut until he stuck her hand in his pants. 

She wrestled with his grip from her hand and pushed him away from her. Her other hand loosening the grip he had on her throat. “Stop!” She was breathing heavy and leaned against the wall. “I don’t…” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I want you to answer me. I want words, Tristan. I want… I want the truth.”  She looked away from him and wrapped her arms around herself, “I don’t wanna just be the fantastic fuck you found in the back of a strip club.” Her brow furrowed and she looked up at him. “I don’t want to be just a slut you decided to bring back to your house because she had a rough night. I want the truth. Why can’t you just talk to me?” 

Tristan growled, low and whining, when she pushed him away. She was asking for more, she was always asking for more. He couldn’t take it. He pound his palms into the wall on either side of her head and shouted.

“Racey!!” His own breathing matching hers, Tristan nudged her forehead with his own, his eyes - now a dark green - locked on hers. “Please.” His lips felt numb as they formed a plea matching the emotion splashed across his face. 

He stared into her, his fingers turning white as they pressed into the wall. He was just barely containing himself. She wanted to talk but, god, there was so much tension, so much anger and raw emotion pent-up inside him. He couldn’t think and he needed a release, he needed her. His eyes burned into her, his hips itching to search for hers, his body craving hers. But he held back. He held back because he knew she needed to be the one to veer of course. Otherwise she’d leave and then he didn’t know what the fuck he’d do and hell if he wouldn’t want to kill himself for it.

And so he waited. 

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Racey fought against him when he first grabbed her shoulders but quickly melted into his kiss. She pulled away her eyes fading back to their typical bright blue as she slowed him down. “You don’t have to hide from me, Tristan. I’m not gonna hurt you.” 

Her words breathy and she gasped as he pressed her against the wall. She half fought him Pushing back shoving his hands away from her, but she melted into him again like she had had every time before. She wanted this, she wanted him. She just wanted him to want her the same way. “Show me, show me what you’re hiding.”

Tristan ignored Racey, he had to. Though, her words hardly registered in his one track mind, completely focused on her and the way she felt and tasted. He kissed around her words, hungry for her, ravenous and demanding. He grabbed her thighs, sloppily carrying her to the front wall of the elevator and pushing her against it. 

He wrapped a strong hand around her throat, pressing just right so she couldn’t talk. He found one of her hands and dragged it down his torso, pushing it into his pants. He felt like his was going to burst and he needed to feel her. 

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Racey’s eyes shot open when she heard him and she jumped at the sight of him, but her face grew angry and her eyes matched his as she reached around him and released the button he had pressed. “Why should I stay? Give me one good reason, Tristan. One reason why you want me to stay beside your selfish need to keep me all to yourself.” 

She licked her lips and stepped up toe to toe with him. “You’re scared… I can fucking see it. You’ve been scared since the second time you saw me.” She poked his chest, not scared of him anymore. “You’re scared to admit that you have any feelings but anger because that’s all you fucking know. Well do you know what I know. I know I’m not afraid to admit there is something here… with me and you. If there wasn’t you wouldn’t have cared when you saw what he did. You wouldn’t have brought me back here. You’re a scared little boy trapped in demon’s body and the only way you know to handle it is to throw a tantrum till you get what you want.” 

She took a deep breath and glared up at him. “Tell me one reason why I should stay here and not go back there. A real reason.” Her head tilted to the side and her lips pursed, “Because if I’m gonna be just a fantastic fuck I might as well put it to good use and make some money from it.” 

Tristan held his mouth shut as Racey yelled back at him. She wasn’t backing down, she was fighting. She was strong. Tristan always knew that about her. And she was brave, telling he was scared. All he heard was her calling him pathetic. He grabbed her shoulders and shoved her into the metallic wall of the elevator, a low echo sounding around them. He breathed hard into her face, baring his teeth before he yanked her face to his, kissing her hard. 

Tristan felt his bones in a frenzy on her body, his hands smoothly wrapping around her thighs and lifting her up in haste. He pushed against her, his own body pressing hers into the wall. Holding her like that, Tristan grabbed her jaw with one hand, holding her to him, his lips vehement and hurried. 

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Racey’s mouth fell open before she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. Flinching every time his voice raised. Tears flooding her eyes but she met his gaze when he brought up the innocent people he had killed and she steadied herself. Standing up she stood a good foot shy of him almost. 

She wanted to tell him everything she had done before he came along. All the people she killed fresh from her deal. The families, the children. All of them. But she fell silent and instead of saying a word she walked back into the bathroom gathering her things and then walked to where she had left her shoes in the path before. 

She had them all wrapped up in her arms close to her chest and headed for the elevator. She stopped short and turned around, the sadness evident in her eyes. “Then.” Her voice was weak, so she cleared her throat to make it stronger, “Then I guess I made the right choice signing that contract. If all I am is a fantastic fuck.” Her jaw trembled and she turned back to the elevator ducking her head to try to hide the tears and pressing the button to go down. 

She stood there wishing the doors would close already and waited for them too so she could break. If he didn’t care who would? Who should? She figured the answer was nobody… so why should she try to make this all seem like something it wasn’t. 

Racey didn’t say a thing. She stood from the bed and gathered her things, already on her way out. Tristan didn’t even try to stop the dry laugh that escaped him as she stepped into the elevator. He stood, frown in place, as she said her bit. His lip twitched with the heat pumping through him. He wanted to yell, scream until his throat went dry. And so he did. 

A growl ripped from Tristan’s chest. It was loud and threatened to break the wall of glass that made up half his apartment. He stopped fighting the dark that subsided deep in his soul and his eyes flooded with black. 

The air felt thick, the room too quiet when Tristan’s voice cut out. He was moving fast, then, headed for the elevator. He reached it in just a few strides and pounded his fist against the emergency stop button. He was heaving, feeling breathless, just in front of Racey. 

“I said you’re not going back there.” Tristan licked his lips, his mouth dry. “When will you fucking listen?”

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Racey jumped when he threw the bottle and spun around to look at him. Her chest heaving and her eyes wide, her whole body tense again. “I have to go back… I can’t.” She stopped and hung her head shaking it. “He’ll find me. You know he will find me. I can’t put you through that.”  The tears started to fall again and she tried to keep him from seeing it. “I don’t wanna leave but I have too. I… I signed the contract. I was stupid… and there is no way out of it.” She plopped down on his bed even though her feet were begging her to leave. “If… if I could. If I could stay with you forever and never be found, I would do it. I… I feel safe with you, Tristan.” Her words were low and gentle, and they scared her a little bit. The fear evident in her voice. “I don’t wanna go back.” 

“Why?” Tristan spat at Racey, fully facing her now. He stood somewhere between the kitchen and his bed. His hands were in fists at his side and he had to keep himself from breaking something else. “Why would you feel safe with me, huh?” 

Every muscle in Tristan’s body trembled as he glared down at her. He was itching to let his demon take control, itching for blood. “Do you have any idea how many people- innocent people I’ve killed? For fun?” His words were harsh. He could taste the rage tainting each one and it was like a taste of heroin. It fueled him to keep going. “You think I love you or something?” He finally turned, hand wiping at a bitter smile as he shook his head. “You’re a fantastic fuck, don’t get me wrong. But love?” He was pacing now. “You say you feel safe, but you’re lying. To me, to yourself.. If I could keep you safe why would you leave?” 

Tristan made his way to the end of the bed, glowering down at her and waiting for an answer. He knew it didn’t matter what she said, though. She didn’t think he had what it took to keep her safe from that bastard. He wanted to prove her wrong. He wanted to leave her there and go back to club, smash the guy’s head in, in front of an audience. He was two breaths away from doing just that, but he waited instead, wanting an answer first.

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Racey felt empty when he stood up and moved away from her. She hugged her knees to her again and watched him dry himself off. Intrigued in the way his muscles rippled and his skin pulled around them tight at times. She took the towel and stood up wrapping it around herself. “I don’t really think you have anything to fit me in there, but anything is better than what I came here in I guess.” She followed him out of the door and grabbed at a shirt in the wardrobe dropping the towel where she stood and pulling the shirt on and around her. Buttoning it and pulling her wet hair from underneath the collar. She listened to him moving around behind her and her eyes fell shut at his question. She didn’t want to go back. 

“Tomorrow… probably in the afternoon. He’ll… he’ll want to see me.” Her head hung at the thought of having to face Glenn tomorrow. She was frozen, hoping that maybe if she should there long enough time would stop and she could just stay there forever, but that wasn’t going to be the case. Tristan would get tired of her eventually. 

Tristan didn’t look at Racey when she answered him, standing near his bed. He didn’t look at her when she reminded him of the stupid fucking deal she made, the bastard who thought he had ownership over her. And he didn’t look at her when he hurled the bottle in his hand at the wall by the elevator. The glass shattered and he watched it settle on the floor, the light amber liquid spreading out around the pieces. His hands were in fists on the edge of the counter, his shoulders rising and falling with his ragged breathing. 

A minute went by before he moved, pushing away from the counter and running his hand through his disheveled hair. 

“You’re not going back there.” It was a statement, a demand. He wasn’t going to argue it and he shot her a look telling her as much. He took another deep breath, feeling like he was gasping for air. He still couldn’t figure out why he gave a damn. 

Why was this girl so different from the rest? Why did he want to protect her and beat any poor dope that so much as looked at her wrong? He glanced back over at her and shook his head. He’d finally noticed she’d thrown on one of his button downs. She looked small standing in his clothes, in his apartment. She was going to kill him before the night was over. 

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Tristan let out a long groan at her pleas. She called him daddy and his eyes fell black, glaring down at her as he fucked her hard with his fingers. She gripped his erection and his arm that was wrapped around her held her tight. He pushed his hips into her hand, ignoring the water that was now splashing to the floor. A few moments later his eyes slammed shut as he shook beneath her, coming hard under the water. He didn’t stop though, pushing for her release through his orgasm. He bent to kiss her, his teeth everywhere, rough and demanding. He growled into her mouth. He was growing overly sensitive, but he persisted anyway. “C'mon lil devil, come for daddy, baby girl.” He forced his eyes open, black beckoning to her, reeling her in with everything he was.

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Racey could grinned at him and crashed her lips into his as he came. Moaning into his mouth as her hips began to roll against his hand. She pulled away at his words her eyes becoming black to match his and a smirk played on her face. Before she lost control again and she felt her body begin to shake and the tension she had felt building in her core release and snap. Her walls squeezed tight around his fingers and her head buried in his neck. She nipped and sucked at his flesh waiting for her whole body to relax again and become in sync with his once more. 

She gulped down a moan and pressed a kiss to his chin before flipping back over and sitting between his legs. Her body limp but fully relaxed, she rested her head against his chest and turned once more to be on her side. Her arms wrapping around him as her eyes closed. She didn’t have any words to really say but something told her she was in deeper than she ever planned to be and she was ok with that. 

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Tristan felt a new kind of anger settle in his chest, and low in his belly. Watching her with her dark eyes as she came undone, riding herself against his hand, Tristan felt ready to come again right there - if he could. ~

He was grateful when she turned back around, her hand off him. His head fell back and he sucked in a breath when he felt her hug herself to him. Wiping a wet hand down his face, he pushed out from under her and stood. He smirked down at her, everything hanging out for her to see up close. He stepped out of the tub before she could get any ideas. As much as he'd love to fuck her into the night, Tristan felt even more exhausted than before. He grabbed a towel, quickly patting himself dry before he offered it to her.~

"Do you need something to change into?" He turned and walked out the door, opening a tall wardrobe that stood to the right of the bathroom door. He pulled on a pair of dark slacks before falling onto his bed. He sighed heavily, some of the tension leaving his body already. ~

Tristan turned to peek at the open door of the bathroom, waiting. He didn't know exactly what it was he was waiting for and he frowned. He stood, frustrated, and retrieved his beer from the counter in the kitchen area. A thought crossed his mind and his frown turned into a scowl aimed at the small counter in front of him. ~

"When do you have to be back?"

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Tristan shushed Racey when she started again. He took her kisses and quieted her words. She turned towards him causing the water to slosh at the edge of the tub, threatening to spill onto the old tiles. He gave her an admonishing look before pulling her into his lap, her body now perpendicular to his so she was leaning against him. ~ 

“I said relax.” His fingers went back to work, one hand disappearing under the water and the other pushing and pulling at the muscles in her shoulder and back. His hand trailed down her arm, squeezing and trying to ease her pain away. ~ 

With two fingers now pushing into her, Tristan was growing needy. He pulled his hand from her and out of the water. He tilted her head so she was looking up at him and he trailed his fingers over her lips before pushing into her mouth. He bit his tongue to hold back a moan before kissing her again, his hand quickly falling below the water again. ~ 

His hand at her arm kept going as he kissed her, massaging down the length of her arm and back up, moving to her back again. Slowly he made his way to her waist, caressing her body until he had her nipple between his fingers. He pinched and rolled her nipple between his fingers as his other hand moved faster between her legs, fucking into her easily with the water.  ~

 “Keep breathing, with me.” He pulled from her lips, leaning his forehead against hers and breathing slow and even. He drew out his breaths, holding each one before releasing it. He watched her as he did this, now pushing his hips against her as he worked her over. ~

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Racey grinned and pressed herself against him nodding before her head fell to his shoulder. Her eyes falling shut as she relaxed again against him. She moaned as he pressed his fingers inside of her but didn’t move. Her breathing shuddered and he pulled her to look at him.

He pushed his fingers into her mouth and her tongue lazily lapped at them. Her gaze heavy before and after he kissed her. She bit her lip stifling a moan as her head fell back to his shoulder. 

She allowed herself to enjoy every tense muscle he relaxed. Her breath hitching every so often as her walls shuddered around his fingers. His fingers working her nipples broke the barrier she was trying to hold as louder moans fell from her. His pace quickening causing her to grip his shoulders tight. “Fuck..” She was breathless but it was more a breathy whisper. “I’m.. I’m so close. I’m so close, don’t stop… please don’t stop….. Daddy.” 

Her forehead pressed against his and she nodded at his words, Her hands on his chest feeling the rise and fall of his and syncing hers with his breathing. She felt him move his hips and reached a hand between them to give him the same pleasure he was giving her. Stroking his length lazily as every muscle in her body started to relax and prepare for the tension that was building between her legs to snap.

[tristan-derreks]

Tristan let out a long groan at her pleas. She called him daddy and his eyes fell black, glaring down at her as he fucked her hard with his fingers. She gripped his erection and his arm that was wrapped around her held her tight. He pushed his hips into her hand, ignoring the water that was now splashing to the floor. A few moments later his eyes slammed shut as he shook beneath her, coming hard under the water. He didn’t stop though, pushing for her release through his orgasm. He bent to kiss her, his teeth everywhere, rough and demanding. He growled into her mouth. He was growing overly sensitive, but he persisted anyway. “C'mon lil devil, come for daddy, baby girl.” He forced his eyes open, black beckoning to her, reeling her in with everything he was.

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Racey grinned up at him and barely made out what he mumbled but it made her smile. When he left she stood there looking around the place before her eyes landed on him. His naked frame causing her to blush but she proudly took him in and watched every step he took toward her.

She quirked a brow and giggled, “Was this your plan all along? Get me back to your place and get me naked?” She giggled again but let him tug her along losing her shoes along the way.

She took her time to strip down for him, her eyes never leaving his. She stood there for a minute when she was completely naked feeling the mix of the humidity from the bath and the cool air against her skin causing goose bumps to raise all over her body. She reached out her hand for his, brushing her skin against his before walking over to the tub and climbing in. She was sitting up, leaving enough room for him to get in with her.

Her eyes on him as she pulled her knees into her chest and rested her head on them. “You gonna stand there all night?”

Despite the heated moments they’d shared, Tristan never had the chance to really see Racey this way. His eyes roamed over her fair skin as she undressed, her dark hair falling over her shoulders when she stood straight. She stood a few feet from him, taunting him. He wanted to devour her. Not able to help himself, Tristan untangled his arms and unabashedly palmed himself as he walked toward the bathtub. 

Lowering himself into the hot water, Tristan wrapped his arms around Racey’s waist and pulled her into him. With one hand he pulled her head back, forcing her to lay back on his shoulder, while his other hand pushed her thighs apart. So slowly, he trailed one finger through her folds, keeping his touch light.

“Close your eyes.” He whispered into her ear. He continued teasing her while his other hand dropped down her body, tenderly kneading at the muscles at her waist and lower back. “Breathe. Relax.” He continued whispering little commands to her. He wanted to make her feel good. 

[raceynitro]

Racey watched him with lust blown eyes and a smile on her face. Giggling at him as he sauntered over to her.

Her breath caught when he pulled her against him but she relaxed just as quick her body molding to his. Her eyes falling shut when his fingers slipped between her folds and causing a weak moan to push from the back of her throat.

She did everything he asked; relaxing, breathing. Her chest rising and falling and sink up with his. Her hands rubbing the muscles in his thighs tenderly. “Tristan…” She whispered turning her face to look at him the best she could and kissing his jaw. “I want you. I want to be yours.” She whimpered, one of her hands snaking behind her to grasp him and match the rhythm he had set. Soft and gentle, “I don’t want anyone else to have you…. I just want you. I’m sorry…. I’m sorry I was so stupid.”

She went back to kissing his jaw and pressed herself against him feeling safe for the first time in a long time. She bucked her hips against his hand before moving it from in between her legs and turning around to face him.

She laid against him her lips lazily molding to his only wanting to let the moment linger because she didn’t know how long this was going to last before she had to leave or worse, he left.

[tristan-derreks]

Tristan shushed Racey when she started again. He took her kisses and quieted her words. She turned towards him causing the water to slosh at the edge of the tub, threatening to spill onto the old tiles. He gave her an admonishing look before pulling her into his lap, her body now perpendicular to his so she was leaning against him. ~ “I said relax.” His fingers went back to work, one hand disappearing under the water and the other pushing and pulling at the muscles in her shoulder and back. His hand trailed down her arm, squeezing and trying to ease her pain away. ~ With two fingers now pushing into her, Tristan was growing needy. He pulled his hand from her and out of the water. He tilted her head so she was looking up at him and he trailed his fingers over her lips before pushing into her mouth. He bit his tongue to hold back a moan before kissing her again, his hand quickly falling below the water again. ~ His hand at her arm kept going as he kissed her, massaging down the length of her arm and back up, moving to her back again. Slowly he made his way to her waist, caressing her body until he had her nipple between his fingers. He pinched and rolled her nipple between his fingers as his other hand moved faster between her legs, fucking into her easily with the water. ~ “Keep breathing, with me.” He pulled from her lips, leaning his forehead against hers and breathing slow and even. He drew out his breaths, holding each one before releasing it. He watched her as he did this, now pushing his hips against her as he worked her over. ~