“God, Ben. So fucking dirty.”
“You love it, don’t you, baby?” My pace picked up again, her ass rebounding as she took everything I had to give. “You love being nasty for Daddy.”
“Yes.”
I pushed her back down until she was laying flat and I was over her back. I lowered onto my elbows, going deeper and kissingbehind her ear. “That’s right, you do. Because you’re my dirty little slut, and you love it when I rail you and tell you what a good fuckin’ girl you are and how perfect you are.”
Jessie whimpered and pulled my hand back to her throat. “Take me. Please. Hard.” I didn’t know how much harder I could feasibly go, already at my edge. “Tell me,” she whispered.
“You’re my good girl, Jessie,” I bit through clenched teeth. “You’re gonna make me come.”
She let out an anguished yell. There is truly nothing sweeter in this world than talking and fucking my woman over the edge.
“Fuck, I feel you coming, Jessalyn. Come all over that cock. Tell me who fucks you so good.”
“You, Daddy.”
And with a grunt, I buried myself inside her as I met my release. I breathed hard through my nose, sinking my head to her shoulder and kissing her there.
“You’re so beautiful, Jessalyn. So perfect. I can’t believe I found you.”
She smiled, sweaty hair sticking to her neck. “I’m glad you asked me to move in.”
“I’m glad you stayed, honey.”
I insisted on driving her to work so we got to spend a little more afterglow time together. I caught her staring at me and smiling, my hand on her thigh and her hand covering mine.
“Whatcha thinkin’ bout?” I asked.
“Why do you call me honey?”
I shrugged. “It’s just a nice name. You’re sweet.”
“Yeah, but you called me that before I was sweet to you,” she said. “It’s kind of an old-school endearment.”
I looked over at her and squeezed her thigh. “Because you’re my honey. I’ve always wanted a honey to call my own, and when I met you, I guess part of me knew you’d be mine.”
“No way,” she laughed. “I thought you hated me. You picked on me for being uptight.”
I rolled my eyes. “I specifically told Stelle that was banter. We were bantering.”
“We were fighting. Bickering,” she said.
“Are you gonna fight me on everything forever?” I asked with a laugh.
She gave a self-satisfied smile. “If you’re lucky.”
Chapter36
Jessie
“You’re late.”
I walked into the wardrobe trailer nine minutes late, but on cloud nine. Irina wasn’t wrong, she was just far later than nine minutes every single day. Why was she there this one day?
She always shaved off her eyebrows and drew them on, constantly touching them up throughout the day. They typically looked good, but on this particular day, they made her look severe, like she’d used her whole fist to draw them on.
“Sorry, Irina. There was a slowdown on the 105.”
