She whimpers, breathing out a desperate “Yes,” and I spank her again, harder this time. My handprint blooms pink on her white skin, and my dick surges.
Fuck. I need to be inside her. Now.
“Ready for me, baby?”
“Yes. Please, Aidan.”
I tut, squeezing her hip, and her breath shudders out.
“Please, Daddy.”
Jesus Christ. That shouldn’t turn me on so much.
“That’s my good girl,” I growl. Tugging her panties out the way, I thrust into the heat of her, letting out a low groan.
“Fuck,” she breathes, back arching. “Yes.”
I pause inside her, seated to the hilt, pressing my eyes closed to stem the rush of pleasure down my limbs. She’s so perfectly tight, so wet and ready for me.
But it’s not only that. It’s the way she was worried about my career—aboutme. I’ve never had someone care like that before, and I never knew I needed it. It makes me want to surrenderto this—toher—without holding back. I don’t know what’s happened to me, all I know is I can’t go back to the way things were before. I can’t go back to empty days chasing partnership at the firm, working on projects that look impressive but feel hollow.
I can’t go back to life without Iris.
She moans as I thrust into her, reaching around to stroke her clit as I do. I want to show her how I feel, so I don’t have to say it. I want her to know I can be everything she needs, want her to realize she can’t live without me either.
Shit, I can’t believe what I’m thinking, but it’s true. It’s all I can think. I meant it when I said I was hers. I’m not kidding around and wouldn’t be here if I was. Not with the boss’s fucking daughter, of all people.
But she’s the one I want. The one Ineed.
“Harder,” she begs, fingers scrabbling over the counter.
I slow the roll of my hips, wrapping one arm around her waist to tug her upright. “You want it hard, baby?” I growl into her ear. “You need to ask properly.”
She turns, meeting my gaze. Her eyes are dark and glassy under heavy lids, cheeks flushed. She parts her lips to speak, and my gaze fastens on how pink and wet they are as she says, “Fuck me hard. Please, Daddy.”
Oh. Holyfuck.
My dick flexes inside her, and I let out a low growl, pushing her down onto the counter. Any control I had evaporates as I grip her hips, plowing into her like an animal. The way it feels when she calls me that… I have no words. I let my hips speak, delivering one brutal thrust after another, as she whimpers and pants and chants the wordyesover and over.
“Such a good girl,” I grate out. “So fucking good when you take my cock like this.”
She flutters around my shaft, bucking under me as her release draws closer. Heat tightens my balls, and I grit my teeth, trying to hold my orgasm at bay.
“You going to come, baby?”
“So close,” she rasps, knuckles white as she grips the edge of the counter, body jolting with each punishing thrust I deliver.
“Come for me, Iris.” I find her clit and stroke it roughly, knowing what will get her there. “Come on Daddy’s cock.”
She cries out, writhing against the counter as her orgasm overtakes her. I bury myself deep, finally letting my own release rip through me, moans echoing off the studio walls.
“Fuck,” Iris murmurs, bringing me back down to earth. “I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
I chuckle, looking around for something to clean up, and she reaches for her bag.
“I’ve got a tissue.”
“Here.” I take it from her, gently guiding her to bend over the counter again. She waits while I clean her up, dropping a kiss where my handprint fades on her ass, carefully tugging her skirt back into place.
