“Itisthe whole point. Why, does it make you jealous knowing that there are other men?”
Rick thinks for a moment before he meets my gaze.
“I don’t love it,” he acknowledges in a low voice. “But it’s because I’m a possessive asshole who wants you to belong to me. No one touches what’s mine.”
“But they don’t touch me,” I respond immediately. “It’s just on screen.”
He ponders again, expression thoughtful.
“Yeah, I know. I’m just a territorial motherfucker, that’s all, so it’s a base instinct that churns in my gut. Every caveman has it. But in my brain, I know that this is something that you’ve chosen for yourself, and it’s a good living, and that you work hard at it. For those reasons alone, I support you, Jenna.”
With those words, I throw my arms around his neck and pepper him with kisses as my heart blooms because this man has said all the right words. Rick wants me to succeed, no matter the avenue. He wants me to be happy, and to feel a sense of purpose, and doesn’t judge me for the particulars of my job. Instead, he’s protective but also understanding at once, using just the right touch to help me feel supported without being overbearing. My heart soars with joy as I press my lips to his.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper. “For being so good to me.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” he whispers back. “But can I give you a special kiss? One that’s reserved for me only?”
I giggle.
“Daddy, I’ve only ever been with you, so every part of me is reserved for you.”
A harsh flush darkens his cheekbones because Rick loves knowing that I’m his little girl, and only his.
“That’s right, but I have a special taboo kiss for you that only Daddies do with their little girls.” Then, with a swift motion, he seats me on the counter and spreads my legs, staring at my wet pink pussy.
“Goddamn,” he rasps, unable to tear those eyes away as he runs his fingers through my glistening folds. “Fuck, I have to kiss it.”
Then, my daddy gives me the special taboo kiss. He places his lips against my clit and kisses the hard nub tenderly before suckling it, and then alternately licking and sucking my sweetest spot.
“Ooooh!” I wail, my head back as hot shivers of delight pulse through my cunt, hot cream gushing from my hole. “Oh my god!”
Rick looks up at me, his cheeks and chin already wet with female arousal.
“That a girl,” he croons. “I knew you’d love Daddy’s special taboo kiss.” Then, he trails his tongue down my slit to my tiny puckered asshole, and licks the tender pleats there.
“Oh my god!” I squeal. “Daddddy!”
Rick merely grins at me again before skimming his tongue along that dark knot.
“Yes, baby,” he rasps. “Daddy’s taboo kisses are all for you because you’re mine now, sweetheart. You belong to me, and no man will ever touch this sweet pussy and asshole but me.”
Then, our lovemaking ascends to new heights because I’ve never felt so claimed before. I’ve never been with a man, period, but somehow, I know that this isn’t how most hook-ups play out. Most men are non-committal and looking for something casual, while whispering sweet nothings in your ear to get you into bed. But Rick Purdy’s nothing like that because the billionaire wants me.Cravesme, even. He’s already claimed my innocence, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s out to claim my everything … with his sweet, taboo kisses.
9
Rick
“Fuck,” I curse into my beer. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Who are you talking to?” my buddy Hank asks while taking a seat next to me at the bar. “You look like a fucking lunatic. Should I get you some Prozac? Lexapro? Or maybe some Ozempic. That stuff seems to cure anything these days,” he says in a dry tone.
I shake my head because Hank is actually Dr. Henry Luke, plastic surgeon. I expect he sees a lot of fucked up shit at his office, including scarecrows who want to lose even more weight through this “miracle drug.” But I shake my head.
“Naw, I’m just talking to myself. Hell, maybe Ihavegone insane,” I grimace.
“Then you don’t need a beer, you need antipsychotics,” Hank smirks. “Let me know if you want a scrip. I got you, bud.”
I snort because this dude and I have been friends for years. Decades, even, but he’s still the same asshole I met in college. Hank is handsome and domineering, with a fucked-up sense of humor. It’s even worse now because the dude’s an M.D. and has access to some real hard-core shit that can make you think you’re floating in space, or numb you to the point where you could amputate a limb and never feel a thing. It’s fucking unreal.
