And then the motherfucker stopped.
When she was right there, teetering on the edge of oblivion, he lifted his head to peer up at her, a smug smile tugging at his lips. “Are you going to break into any more hotel rooms, babygirl?”
“What?” Was he seriously asking her that now?
“Hmm. Not the answer I was looking for. Let’s try again.”
Oh, thank god. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back against the cushioned headboard behind her and focused on her pleasure. Focused on getting herself over that cliff’s edge before he?—
A scream of frustration ripped from her throat when he stopped again, leaving her soaking wet and desperate.
“One more time, blondie. Are you going to break into any more hotel rooms?”
“If it will get me a fucking orgasm, I won’t even set foot in another hotel room again for the rest of my life. Happy?”
“Unfortunately for you, I don’t believe you. Again.”
Tears burned against her eyelids as he pushed two fingers inside her, stretching her as his wicked tongue went to work on her swollen clit. And this time when he brought her right to the edge before yanking her back again, something inside her broke.
“Please, Daddy. I’ll say whatever you want me to say. Just please let me come.”
“I don’t just want you to say it, babygirl. I want to be absolutely fucking convinced you won’t put yourself in any more dangerous situations. Convince me of that, and I’ll eat this sweet pussy until you lose count of how many times I make you come.”
She could promise that, right? After all, most of her work was done from the comfort of her own home and it wasn’t like she made a habit of hooking up with strange men from hotel bars. It wasn’t like she made a habit out of just ‘hooking up’ with anyone really. She was what people sometimes called a serial monogamist, and her last relationship had dragged on for nearly two years before it had gone up in a rather spectacularly fiery explosion.
Besides, it wasn’t like he’d know if she ever broke that promise.
Right?
Right.
Digging her fingers into the headboard, she arched up, her brain struggling to focus on what he was demanding of her through the haze of lust he’d layered over her mind. “Okay! Okay! No more!”
A sob stuck in her throat when he lifted his head. “No more what, babygirl? Be specific?”
“N-no more breaking and entering. No more dangerous situations. I swear.”
“You better mean that, babygirl. Because I have ways of finding out if you break that promise and you do not want to find out what happens to naughty little girls who lie to their Daddies.”
A shiver that was somehow both terror and arousal raced up her spine at his words. “I do, I do mean it. Now will you please make me come?”
“As you wish.”
This time, when he ducked his head, he didn’t stop when she reached the edge. He shoved her straight over it, curling his fingers to hit that exact right spot inside her as he sucked on her clit. And as she flew, she shattered into a million tiny little pieces, her screams echoing off the walls of his hotel room as she bucked and writhed beneath him.
She was wrong, she realized as she lay there, too stunned to even consider moving. That hadn’t been the best orgasm of her life. It had been the best orgasm of anyone’s life, she was sure of it.
But as she struggled to drag oxygen into lungs that suddenly felt too tight, too small, his wicked laughter vibrated against her still-spasming pussy.
“That was one, babygirl. Let’s see how high you can count.”
Chapter Four
Lochlan
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She trembled, literally fucking trembled at his words. So fucking sweet for such a brazen little thing. There was something just so goddamn delicious about a woman with her kind of fire finally breaking, finally surrendering to his will.
