“Please…” I whispered.
“Please, what?” His breath ghosted over my collarbone.
“Fuck me. Stop teasing. Just-”
His palm pressed to my chest, not hard, just enough to still me. “You don’t give orders here, baby girl. Youask. And maybe, if I think you’ve earned it, I’ll give you what you need.”
“Please, Daddy.”
“Mmm. Better.” He leaned in, his mouth barely brushing mine. “But not good enough.”
I whined, pulling against his pants as his hand slid between my thighs, pulling them apart, and smirking as he looked downat my pussy. “Such a pretty mess,” he smirked. “Dripping and desperate, but still trying to be a brat.”
“I can be good,” I promised.
“Oh, youwillbe,” he said, pressing a kiss just below my ear. “Because I’m not giving you my dick until I hear youbegfor it.”
“Daddy, I need you to fuck me. Please, I’ll be good for you. I need… more.”
He looked like he was thinking about it. Wanting to give me what I wanted, finally. Removing his pants and boxers, my cheeks instantly heated at the size of him. Fucking hell, he was going to ruin me in all the best ways possible. He palmed himself, stroking his precum over his head and letting out a husky moan that made me shiver. He put a condom on, looking at me with his dark eyes.
“I’m dying here,” I whined.
In one fast movement, he shoved inside me, seating himself all the way until there was no more room for him to go. I clawed at his back, gasping for air as he removed himself and did it again and again and again. I’m not sure any other guy could even compare tothis.This is the type of sex you read about in books and wish you were the FMC. Connor whispered more things in my ear, but my brain was shorting out, not knowing where we began and ended in this situation and never wanting to find out. Never wanting this to end.
“Is that better, baby?”
“Yes,” I cried, moving with him, climbing higher and higher.
His thumb started to rub a small circle on my clit, driving me insane and knowing I’d come again if he kept this up.
“Come for me,” he commanded, rubbing faster, fucking me faster.
As easily as he said it, I crumbled for him just as fast. My orgasm flew through me, sending my whole body shaking as I rode it out, and he got even deeper if that was possible. It didn’ttake him long to crumble with me, jerking and stalling inside me with an animal-like growl that made me whimper. I knew sex with Connor would be like this… hot. Passionate. Everything I was missing.
I’m not sure how long I stayed like that, floating, shaking, crying into the sheets, but eventually I felt him climb up beside me, his hands gentle again, the Daddy voice returning.
“There she is,” he murmured, brushing the hair from my damp forehead. “My perfect girl.”
I melted into his chest, unable to speak, just nodding, still trembling from the aftershocks.
He wrapped a blanket around us both, his arms caging me in tight. I feel… claimed, cared for. Like I’d just been broken down and built back up in the span of minutes.
“I’ve got you now,” he promised against my hair. “I’m here.”
And at that moment, I believed him. Not just because he made me come harder than I ever have in my life. But because he held me afterward like I washis.
Eight
Connor
With Emma in my arms, lightly snoring and looking so peaceful, I wondered if this was something I could do. Could I give myself away to another girl after Clair? I’d been running since that day. Never thinking I’d ever feel anything more than sexual need from another female. Yet the moment I laid eyes on Emma, everything changed. I couldn’t sit and watch another person get hurt when I was there to stop it. I couldn’t stand to see how she looked today, so pale and shaky. My heart sank, and I knew it wasn’t because I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to cherish her, and that was scarier. Messier. Feelings would get involved, and then I’d get hurt. Again.
She could have died today. She could dieany day. I could fall for her, and she could leave me. I’m not sure how I ended up in this situation, but here we were. Rubbing my hand down my face, I softly shifted Emma off me and climbed out of bed as quietly as I could, hoping not to wake her up when she needed rest. Hell, I never should have been as rough as I was to beginwith, but she literallybeggedme. How was I going to say no to that?
Slipping my boxers on, I tiptoed out of the room and into my office. I knew why I was in here, but I’m not sure if I had the nerve to do what I wanted to do. What I needed to do… maybe it was time to stop running. Admit that what happened, happened, and no matter how hard I try to pretend that it didn’t, it did. Clair was gone. She isn’t coming back, and I need to face that. Even if it’s been years.
Pulling down the one and only book Clair had ever sent me, I opened it and found her letter. The envelope was creased and soft with time, the edges slightly torn like it had been opened and sealed in my dreams a hundred times, but never in real life. The handwriting on the front,my name, in ink slightly smudged from the day she wrote it. It hadn’t changed in all the years. But everything else had.
