Filthy Daddy (Her Billionaire's Baby Book 3)

by Ellie Wild

  Colt smiled and twirled my hair with his fingers. He then brushed it aside, making it fall over one shoulder. He kissed the back of my neck, making my body tingle all over. “I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured against my skin.

  “I missed you too.”

  “So, what were you doing out here all alone?” Colt asked.

  “Just lying out here, trying not to think about how much I wanted you.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Damn. I was hoping you were going to say that you were about to go skinny dipping.”

  I tossed my head back and laughed. “With Jones waiting in the house? I don’t think so.”

  Colt grinned, that devilish look I loved so much spreading across his face. “Well, Jones isn’t here anymore…”

  “So what are you implying, Mr. Jackson?” I asked, smiling slyly and pressing my forehead to his.

  He encircled my waist with his muscular arms. “I’m saying the water looks awfully enticing.”

  “Why don’t you show me how enticing it is?”

  “Hmm…I think I will.”

  Colt slid from under me and stood up. Glancing at me over his shoulders with a smirk, he pulled his shirt over his head with one clean and swift motion. Then he tossed off his shoes. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

  I sat back in the chair. “I just want to appreciate the view for now.” Colt folded his arms. I laughed. “Please continue.”

  I bit my lip as he unfastened the belt from around his waist and let it fall to the ground. He then pulled his jeans down. Stepping out of them, he stood before me in his black boxers. My heart skipped a beat and I bit my lip in anticipation.

  Smirking, Colt approached the water. Balancing on one foot, he dipped his toes in. He then looked back at me and winked. “Just want to test the water first. You know, make sure it’s not too cold.”

  With that, he pulled his boxers down, although his back faced to me. His back was glorious enough, but I knew it was no match for his front. I moaned, already feeling overheated. I leaned up in my chair. “Hey—no fair. Turn around.”

  But instead, Colt jumped into the water and momentarily disappeared under the surface. When he came back up, he grinned. “Your turn.”

  He pushed himself up and out of the pool. This time, he stood facing me. All of him on display, water running down his rippling hard body. I let out a slow breath, taking in the massive length of him as he slowly advanced toward me. I quivered as he pulled me to my feet, raised my arms into the air, and lifted my shirt over my head. Pressing his hard body against me, he brought his hands to my back and unhooked my bra, tossing it onto the chair behind me.

  He looked down, hunger in his eyes. He then dropped to his knees, where he unfastened my pants and slid them down. Putting my hands on his shoulders for balance, I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. I stood before Colt in my lace underwear. He proceeded to kiss my stomach. I moaned, rubbing the top of his head in pure bliss. He then hooked his fingers at the sides of my panties, and slowly guided them down. I stepped out of them as Colt stood back to his feet, staring at me as if he actually thought I was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen.

  He reached out to touch me, but I leapt out of his reach, playing coy.

  With a smirk, and I ran around him and jumped into the water.

  Shaking his head and smiling, Colt jumped in moments after me. Our laughter rang through the air.

  “Come here!” he said.

  “You have to catch me first,” I teased, swimming out of his reach.

  “Catch you?” he said. “You think you can get away from me?” And then he splashed water at my face. I laughed uncontrollably.

  We were both trembling hard, our naked bodies fueled by powerful desire, but then Colt got up and pulled me toward him.

  “What are you doing?” I giggled. My pussy ached, begging to be given the soothing release, but Colt had other things on his mind.

  “I wanted to do this from the moment I came here. No more playing.”

  His searing eyes filled with adoration skimmed over my naked body, making me feel like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. Droplets of water covered his strong shoulders, and my eyes focused on the tattoo on his shoulder. It was too sexy, and I ran my tongue over it.

  His hands grabbed my hips and pushed me against him. I could feel his hard cock on my stomach, and I wanted him to take me right now and right here. I took his cock in my hand and guided him to my entrance, but he let go of me and swam several feet away from me. His chuckles filled the night air.

  “Not so fast, beautiful. I need you to beg.”

  I pushed through water after him, not able to match his fast pace. A twinge of pleasure shot through my lower abdomen, and my whole body buzzed with anticipation. He was playing with me, wanting me to beg, and right now I wanted him so much that I was ready to do just that.

  He stopped when he reached the edge of the pool, turning around to face me. “Please,” I begged when I reached him, craving for his touch.

  He grinded against me, his cock sliding through my sensitive folds, and I let a moan out. Yes. This was exactly what I needed. I grabbed his shoulders and rubbed my pussy against his thickness, hoping he would finally please me.

  He lowered his hand and moved his fingers across my mound, creating an intense pleasure when he slid two of them inside of me.

  “Colt! Oh yes!”

  I pushed against his fingers, deepening the intrusion. He thrust them fast, and all I could do was cling onto him and moan in pure pleasure. He pushed two more inside, separating my insides widely, and I cried out, engulfed with ecstasy.

  “Don’t stop. Please, keep fucking me. Yes!”

  “You don’t want me to stop, huh? You like me fucking your pussy like this?”

  “Yes!” I screamed and pressed my hand against my mouth, remembering we had to be quiet.

  “Mmm, wait until I bury my hard cock into you. It’s going to be even better, princess.”

  I couldn’t stand the intensity of my pleasure, dangerously close to my orgasm, but before I could actually reach it, he pulled his fingers out of me and continued swimming, leaving me unsated and hungrier for him than ever.

  “Colt! Stop playing with me like that! Please...”

  I did a few breaststrokes, following him to the other side. Just when I came close to him, he turned around and crossed the whole length of the pool again, putting the distance between us once more.

  We looked at each other from the different parts of the pool, both breathing heavily, and I felt like I was losing myself in the blue depth of his eyes. He was eyeing me with sheer lust, turned on by his little game as much as I was.

  “Beg for me, Natalie. Tell me just how much you need me.”

  “I need you so much. Please, fuck me.”

  He growled and swam back to me, this time pulling me to the shallow end of the pool. He brought his hands to my waist and raised me, putting me on the edge. He separated my legs and stepped in between them, still waist-deep in the water.

  “I have to taste your pussy.”

  He dove into it, pressing his lips against my pulsating clitoris, and I was in heaven. I rolled my head backward and curled my toes, squirming under him. I held onto his shoulders as his tongue caressed my puffy flesh, bringing me the most amazing pleasure. I grinded against his head, smearing my juices over it, and brought my hands to his hair. I tugged at it and bit into my lip when he pushed his tongue into me.

  “Yes! Just like that. Oh Colt... I love your tongue inside of me...”

  He grunted and pressed his thumb over my clit, stimulating it while fucking me with his tongue. Yes. I was so close again, shuddering on the verge of orgasm, but he stopped again before I could come. No!

  His grin was huge. “You didn’t beg enough.”

  I was so desperate now. My pussy was throbbing fast, and I couldn’t take this tension anymore. I brought my hand to my pussy, planning to hel
p myself, but he didn’t let me. His hand wrapped around it, and his other hand pulled my head to him, his lips slamming against mine. My protest died on my lips when our tongues entwined, coming together as one.

  He got out of the pool and took me to a deck chair. He sat down and pushed me to my knees in front of him, not breaking our eye contact even once.

  “Suck me.”

  My heart jumped at his command, and my insides clenched with desire. I slid my fingers over his whole length, basking in the sight of his sexy manhood. I took him into my mouth, going down slowly until I managed to take him fully inside.

  “Damn,” he hissed and grabbed my hair. “It’s perfect.” He groaned and pushed his hips toward me, unable to stay still as I sucked him with fervor. I moved my tongue around him, enjoying the taste of his salty precum in the back of my mouth.

  “You’re amazing, Natalie. Yes,” he hissed again and started moving my head, guiding me up and down on his cock. The sounds he was letting out were making me so horny that my juices oozed out of my mound and down my leg. I squirmed on my knees, feeling him tense as if he was close.

  Suddenly, he pulled out of me and made me straddle him. “You’re fucking amazing. Now how much do you want me to fuck you?”

  I moaned and rubbed against his hard dick. “Too much. I need you, Colt. Please, don’t make me wait anymore. Please, please, please. Fuck me. Please.”

  He smirked at me and took his cock. “Now that’s more like it.”

  He pulled me down roughly, and my pussy immediately stretched to take him all inside. “Colt! Oh yes!”

  My whole body convulsed under the sweet pleasure of his cock buried deep inside of me. His hands held my waist tightly, setting my tempo, and the sensations became mind-numbing. I fucked him wildly, all my tension pilling up in me until it finally reached its peak, and my orgasm came before I was even ready for it.

  I bit into my forearm so I wouldn’t scream, almost losing my balance and falling on top of him, but his hands still held me firmly, rocking me on him through my orgasm.

  “Colt! It’s too much! Please... “

  I was so sensitive, unable to stand the encompassing pleasure, but he didn’t listen to me. In fact, he fucked me harder, drilling me, and I was coming again.

  My juices poured out of me, the slickness of my pussy driving him faster inside, and I was so swollen and sensitive...

  “I can’t take it, Colt! Ah!”

  “Yes, you can, and you will.”

  He switched our positions, making me kneel on the deck chair while he stood behind me. He pressed his chest against my back as he entered me, keeping his hands low on my waist. He plunged inside easily, continuing the wild rhythm, and turned my head to kiss me. His hand lowered to my mound and stroked my clit, adding to my pleasure, and I knew I was about to fall apart again.

  “That’s it, Natalie. Come with me.”

  He moved even quicker, pushing me to my fours as he pounded inside of me, and his fingers dug into my ass. It felt amazing, and I was falling too fast... He pushed several more times, our bodies smashing against each other in the most delicious way, before he pulled out. He grunted and jerked off, sending his load all over my lower back and ass.

  “Fuck. So good.”

  My body was heavy like it was filled with lead. I sprawled against the deck chair, trying to catch my breath. His lips landed on my back, giving me the kisses that were making me melt.

  “I missed you, Colt,” I muttered, closing my eyes. I felt unusually sleepy.

  His hand traced my spine, creating shivers in me. “I missed you too, beautiful.” His voice felt like a caress on my skin, soothing me even more, and before I knew it, I dozed off.

  CHAPTER 15

  Natalie

  “Natalie, dear? Are you awake?”

  I groggily opened my eyes, for a moment, thinking I was hearing Colt’s voice. Yet, when my eyes refocused, I felt his body pressed against mine, and heard his gentle snores.

  I sat bolt-upright in bed, realizing that Jones was back to resume his regular shift with me.

  Which meant Colt was clearly due to be back with my father.

  Jones’ voice drifted through the house again, and I heard him making a stop in the kitchen.

  “Oh my god…Colt! Colt! Get up! Wake up!” I hissed, nudging him.

  His eyes flickered open and he smiled. “Morning, beautiful,” he said, his voice still heavy with sleep.

  “No. Get up! Get out! Jones is here!”

  Colt swore and then covered his mouth with his hand. In a flash, he jumped out of the bed, stark naked. He grabbed his bag and bolted down the hall to the guest bedroom. I too, jumped out of bed and searched desperately for some clothing to put on. I found an old oversized t-shirt and sweat pants to jump into.

  My heart racing, I left my bedroom and headed to the kitchen.

  Jones stood at the stove. “Good morning, sunshine,” he said. “Did you have a good night?”

  “Good morning, Jones. Yes, I had a good night. I practically fell asleep as soon as you left. I hadn’t even realized Colt was here,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way my cheeks flushed.

  “Yeah. I didn’t know he would be here either, to be honest. He showed up letting me know that we were to switch positions for the night. I wanted to let you know, but the last time I peeked out at you sitting by the pool, you’d been taking a little snooze. So I told him to make sure you got back in the house safely before you caught a cold out there.”

  I nodded. “Yeah. He came to get me and I turned in early for the night.”

  “That’s good. Are you hungry? I bought some bacon and eggs to help get your morning started. Or would you prefer pancakes?”

  “Just eggs will be fine.”

  “Is Colt awake yet? He’s due to be back with your father soon.”

  “I’m not sure,” I said, looking around the house as if I didn’t know where Colt was. “I haven’t seen him this morning yet.”

  As if right on cue, Colt appeared. “Oh—good morning, everyone,” he said, fully dressed. He exchanged a secretive glance with me, and I hurriedly averted my gaze.

  “Morning, Colt. You better hurry and get to the Speaker’s house. I’ll take things from here. You want some breakfast before you go? I’ve got eggs and bacon.”

  “No thanks. I’m good,” Colt said. He nodded to us both. “See you later.”

  “Good bye, son,” Jones said.

  “Good-bye,” I said. Colt winked at me when Jones’ back was turned, and then headed for the door.

  How I hated seeing him leave. I already wondered how much longer it would be before I saw him again.

  I sighed.

  “Something wrong, sweet-pea?” Jones said, stirring the eggs.

  I shook my head. “No. Just uhm…Another long day of studying ahead for me. It’s getting tiresome.”

  “Don’t worry about it. All your hard work will pay off in time. You’re going to ace that test, miss. I just know it. I feel nothing but good things in store for both you and your dad.”

  I smiled. “I hope so.”

  * * *

  The days after of Colt’s appearance drug by with such excruciating slowness, I felt like the universe had to be playing a prank on me. I tried my best to feel thankful that I at least had good memories to keep me satiated. Whenever I found myself missing him, I tried to think about the last time we’d been together, frolicking at the pool and having the time of our lives. Nevertheless, every moment away from him was starting to feel more and more like torture, and I longed for a time when we could be together permanently, without having to worry about safety precautions and my father’s campaign schedule. Sometimes I felt panicked thinking that such a time would never occur, but I tried to dutifully push such depressing thoughts aside. I wanted to hold on to the hope that one day, Colt and I would officially be able to be together the way we wanted.

  I’d been heading to my bedroom, prepared to go to bed hugging my pillow with v
isions of Colt dancing through my mind.

  “Goodnight, Jones,” I said.

  Yet, before he could respond, the doorbell rang. “Hmm,” he said, struggling up from the couch and heading to the door. My heart skipped several beats…wondering…hoping…

  “Looks like another shift switch.”

  “Oh,” I said, trying not to show how pleased I was. Moments later, Colt came through the door.

  “Good evening, Jones,” he said, nodding his head at the older man.

  “Good evening, Colt. Am I to report to the Speaker’s place again?”

  “Yes, sir. He has a meeting tonight, but it shouldn’t last long.”

  “All right. See you in the morning, Natalie.”

  “All right, Jones. See you. And tell my father I said hello.”

  “Will do.”

  He disappeared out of the house and it took everything within me to not rush into Colt’s arms. He stood in the window, his hands casually in his pockets as he watched the older man drive away.

  Slowly he turned around.

  Immediately, I knew something was wrong. I didn’t like the look on his face. My heart dropped. “What is it? Is everything all right?” my thoughts instantly racing toward my father.

  “Yeah,” Colt said, his voice lackluster.

  “Is Dad all right?”

  “Yeah,” he said again, rubbing the back of his neck.

  “Oh, all right.”

  Things suddenly felt awkward between us, and I couldn’t place my finger on why. I stared into Colt’s face, noting his somber expression. I approached him, going in for a hug when he grabbed my arms, and pulled them back down to my sides.

  “Colt?” I said.

  “Sorry. Just tired. It’s been a long day.”

  “Oh. Well, do you want to talk about it? What’s been going on?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Nothing? How can you have had a long day if it’s nothing?”

  “I just don’t want to talk about it, Natalie, is that all right?”

  Taken aback by the coldness and frustration in his voice, I crossed my arms over my chest. When he didn’t say anything else, I cleared my throat. “Well. I’m going to take a shower.”