MAYA
“Let me help you… Daddy.”
Tristan’s thick c**k twitched hard against my thigh the moment the words left my lips. I could feel it- hot, heavy, throbbing with hunger even through his boxers. My mouth watered. I wanted to touch him, taste him, make him lose control the way he kept making me lose mine.
But Tristan just watched me for a long second, those dark eyes burning. Then he leaned down slowly and pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to my forehead. “You need to rest, princess,” he murmured, voice low and rough.
A desperate whimper slipped out of me. I turned my face into his neck, hiding against his warm skin, breathing him in- that intoxicating mix of rain, soap, and pure man. My body was still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm, but the ache between my legs only grew
