'One more step, baby,' his deep, smoky voice tickled the sensitive shell of her ear.

Mal has his hands gently placed over her eyes, guiding her slowly forward until they stopped. She felt engulfed by his solid warmth, reassured by his proximity in a way that made her heart beat a little faster than normal. She knew she shouldn't get used to him and that in less than a week she'd be halfway across the globe, working for her degree in fashion and he...well, she didn't want to think about what he'd be doing.

Taking a deep, calming breath, she leaned back, pressing her back to his front.

'Open for me, Emma,' Mal said softly, pressing his lips to her temple.

She shivered. He'd said that to her on the boat that morning, but he didn't mean her eyes then. They had been spending the morning on his boat, with him steering and then settling to fish and with her sunbathing naked on the deck. She felt somewhere between a daydream and reality all day. That feeling spurred on a sense of urgency in her blood, making her even more aware of how precious every moment was.

But still, Mal refused to sooth her in the most basic, primal way, insisting that he'd been rough and didn't want her feeling any pain.

'But I don't mind if I'm a little sore,' she had said, locking her arm behind his head.

She had managed to get him down for a kiss but wanted more than that. So much more it scared her. Better to think that it was all physical, just two humans mating their flesh.

'I gave you my tongue and fingers and still you want more,' he sounded amused, indulgent even.

Emma had blushed as he stood up, feeling wanton beyond reason. Even in the warm morning sun, her nipples were hardened and her skin trailed with goosebumps. Clearly she needed to find a way to push these animalistic urges down before she became a nuisance in his memory.

'Ah,' he smiled, caressing her jaw, tilting it up to him. 'My sweet Emma is feeling shy even after riding Daddy's face first thing in the morning...and after fucking yourself on Daddy's fingers while I washed you.'

Both shame and desire mingled inside Emma, creating the most explosive cocktail.

'Kneel, baby,' he'd instructed softly.

Emma had moved in a haze, her whole body tuned to Mal's voice. She dropped to her knees on the warm deck then angled her head back, taking in the strain in his tanned pants, the shirtless torso on display for the sun, the eyes that anchored her to him in the most rudimental way.

She felt his. Body and soul.

'Look at you, baby,' he sighed, combing through her hair with his long fingers. 'Remember when I told you that you belong to me?'

Her core clenched hungrily at the words and she nodded.

'Do I take care of what's mine?' he demanded.

She blinked up at him, seeing the determination set in his jaw. Emma nodded again, feeling butterflies swarm in her chest.

'Are you sure?'

'Yes,' she breathed and felt how true that statement was.

'You're still under the impression this has a finish line we're gonna reach and part ways, baby,' he continued, gesturing for her to unzip him. 'And now you're trying to get your fill of Daddy's cum, enough that you still feel it when you're away.'

She licked her lips hungrily as she closed her fist around the base of his fat cock. He was so beautiful, so virile, so much of what she craved.

'And you're trying to get my cock inside your sweet pussy even after I told you I don't want you sore when I'm inside you next time,' Mal said and pulled her head closer to his erection. 'Open for me, Emma.'

She did, moaning at the taste of salt and warmth from his skin.

'Fuck, that mouth, baby...' she started to lick leisurely, cupping his balls in her other hand, playing with them when she sucked rhythmically on his cock. 'You think just because you're moving away you'll stop craving your Daddy?' he asked, voice hard with arousal.

She made a noise close to nuh-huh around his length, sure that he was right. She was not getting him out of his system as much as she was making sure he was embedded into every inch of her skin.

'You think now that I had perfection I'll ever go back for second best? Fuck that, baby,' he bit out roughly as she picked up the rhythm.

Emma kept her eyes locked with his the entire time she moved her mouth on his cock. She wanted him to know how those words undid something inside her, chipped at her protective shields. He came with a battle cry, hot and thickly down Emma's throat. She drank all of him, relishing in the knowledge that she had been the one to get him this way, wishing she'd be the only one.

After tucking himself inside his pants, Mal pulled Emma to his chest. She didn't realize she was trembling until he ran his hands all over her naked body, tightening his arms on her.

'Such a good girl, baby,' he murmured in her hair. 'I'm not giving you away now that I found you.'

She hadn't replied, not wanting to point out how three years was a long time to spend doing the long distance relationship thing. She herself had never done it, but all the stories she heard did not have happy endings.

They had stayed in silence for a long time, hearing each other's heartbeats and the gentle waves of the ocean around them. When Mal asked Emma to come with him to his meeting she accepted immediately, not wanting to spend one second away from him.

So now, Emma blinked at the house in front of them. She had tried to guess where he was taking her on the road there, but she had been wrong every time. Emma turned to look up at Mal with a quizzical glance.

He smiled at her, anchoring his hand over her belly.

'Are we visiting someone?' she asked when he didn't explain.

'Nope,' was all he said and turned to someone fast approaching.

'Have you found the address alright, Mal?' an attractive woman asked, stopping close enough to hit them with the full force of her smile.

Mal? Emma frowned, leaning deeper into his chest and settling her ass into his crotch. She was yet to be acknowledged by the woman.

'All good, Maggie. Thanks. This is Emma,' he said evenly, but she felt his erection twitch between her cheeks.

Maggie finally moved her blue eyes from Mal, giving her a less-enthusiastic version of her mega-watt smile. Suddenly, Emma understood something that made her stomach turn.

'Of course. Welcome to the Shell Side neighborhood! Shall we start the tour?'

'That would be great. Give us a minute and we'll follow you,' Mal said, stopping Emma from following in Maggie's steps. 'What's wrong?' he asked her when they were alone.

Emma bit her tongue to keep it from lashing out.

'I need words, baby,' he stopped her from escaping his grasp.

'Who is Maggie?' she asked finally, hating the fact that she couldn't step away from him.

She wanted space to nurse the ache forming in her chest.

One of his hands moved over her jaw, hooking two fingers under her chin and lifting her chair.

'She's from the real-estate agency,' he answered in what seemed an honest tone.

Emma frowned; her anger did not dissolve that easily.

'And you got hard seeing her,' she bit out through clenched teeth.

Humor gleamed in those blue eyes of his. 'Baby, you rubbing your tight ass on my cock will always earn a response, no matter who's around.'

Emma blushed and twisted in his arms so that she could face him. Her nipples pressed on the hard planes of his chest and his cock nestled firmly on her belly.

'Explain to me why she had the I-fucked-him expression on her face then?'

Mal fisted his hand in Emma's hair, making her feel firmly trapped by him. Her breath hitched, heartbeat spiked and the warmth inside her core was brought to a boil. He saw that, the devil, his eyes shone with hunger as he watched.

'I told you I have a past, baby. I've been coming to Sandy Cove for a decade now.'

'For her?' she asked with a voice that exposed just how much she didn't want to hear his answer.

'No,' he shook his head. 'Fiona tried setting me up with Maggie last year. We went out and fucked once.'

She cringed at his admission. She didn't need that picture in her head, especially since their time was running out. But she couldn't help herself asking the next question.

'Has she screamed for Daddy when she came all over your cock?' she asked angrily.

He raised his brow but said 'No.'

'Good,' she murmured, moving her hands to his bet. 'She can watch as I do that.'

Amusement dimmed as lust took over Mal's expression. He let her lead the way to the pool area, the one place hidden from the beach but exposed to the glass wall of the house. Emma knew that Maggie could easily see them from where she scrolled on her phone in the kitchen and that gave her a little thrill down her spine.

She was not gentle when she pushed Mal on the lounge bed, but she knew she couldn't have maneuvered him if he didn't allow it. Emma continued to lower his zipper and let out his throbbing erection.

She smiled to herself as she quickly undressed herself. He was just as turned on as her at the prospect of being claimed. Good, she thought giddily as climbed on him until her pussy was straddling his cock. His hands moved to her breasts, cupping them in his callous hands, pressing the tips of his thumbs over the hardened nipple, drawing a moan out of her.

'Is she looking, baby?' he asked in a smoke-laced voice.

She trembled and rubbed the mushroom tip over her clit. Coating him in her arousal while looking towards the house where she locked eyes with a wide-eyed Maggie.

'Yeah,' she answered with a slow smile, angling his cock at her entrance. 'She's remembering how big you are, how much she needs you to fill her.'

As she spoke, Emma lowered herself, inch by inch on his steely erection. Her moans were so loud, so filthy that she was sure neighbors huddled to their windows. She heard a door being slid open, but her eyes were on her man. Her Daddy.

'That's it, baby. Take all of Daddy's cock,' he praised loudly as she started moving, her hips finding a rhythm that made her see stars.

She was vaguely aware of heels hitting the cobble stone path near them.

'God, you're so fucking big,' she whined when she impaled him to the hilt inside her trembling core.

'Mal, what the fu-' Maggie started, but Emma caught her in a vicious stare.

'Daddy?' she asked while riding him in earnest. 'Are you buying this house?'

'If you like it, baby, it's yours. Fuck, you are so beautiful when you're this hungry to be fucked.'

Maggie's eyes became unfocused and her cheeks reddened as she watched them. Emma knew her eyes were glued to where she and Mal were joined.

'You can't...' Maggie's words were muted by the sounds Emma and Mal made when he urged her to move on him faster and faster.

With his hands spread over her ass cheeks, Emma used hers to cup his face in. She felt breathless, speechless and more alive than she ever was before. And he gave her that. Mal let her take and take as she needed, always looking out for her to feel good.

She almost said it then and there but she bit her lip to stop. Not now, she thought feverishly, not while someone else is here.

Emma was so close, on the very brink of the earthquake building beneath her skin. 'Please,' she whispered a barely audible plea.

He heard, of course. With those blue depths glued on her, he didn't miss anything. Without delay, Mal rose in one fluid motion, changing the position so that he was on top of her. He lifted her legs to his shoulders, folding her in when he lowered to seal his mouth on her.

Their tongues met in a viciously erotic dance, lips pressed so hard it was bound to leave a mark. When her core started to ripple around the fat column of his cock, she felt him twitch inside her, spurring his hot seed inside.

They made noises that would bring a blush even to the most deprived person and they didn't care. When the last echo of their orgasm faded, their mouths continued to eat at each other.

I love you, her mind ringed loud with the words.

I need you, she continued silently, body and soul.

Her heart was doing double time, but she felt euphoric. Her body felt as if glitter exploded inside her, making her dizzy with it.

When he pulled out of her gently and pressed one last kiss on her brow, Mal turned towards Maggie with a satisfied smile.

'If just the backyard can get her like this, then send me the papers. I'm buying it.'