That man’s mouth could make a girl weep, for more than one reason.
Daddy.
I couldn’t believe that it had even come out of my mouth. But holy cow, when it did? It almost lit a fire in him that I had relished. I wanted more of that. It was as if that one word unlocked a freedom for him to care for me, to allow myself to be cared for that I’d never allowed another man.
I was delighted. And currently unable to return to my house because my business partner was after me. Yet, nothing seemed like that big of a deal now. What did that say about me as a person?
Colton’s big body rose, crawling higher up over me, and I decided very quickly that I didn’t care at all. I was this person now, the one who called this impressive man daddy. And I had no problem with that.
His hands were soft against my hips and belly, tracing the freckles that dotted my flesh. “Are you all right? Do you need anything?”
I was tempted to tell him I needed another orgasm, but that felt selfish, especially when I could feel the heavy weight of his cock and its unfulfilled need lying on my thigh. So instead, I smiled. “I’m perfect.”
For some reason, he frowned. “I know you are. But I asked if you needed something.”
I bit my lip. My pussy was already fluttering at the sound of that rough voice. “Oh, I—”
“You have to be honest with me, sweet girl. Always.”
I swallowed, focusing on those brilliant hands. I licked my lips, feeling his gaze burn a trail up my body to meet my eyes. “I…uh… Are we done? Or is there more?”
His chuckle was deep, gentle. “Do you want more, Gia? You’ve had a hard couple of days.”
“Oh no, no, no. You don’t get to do that.” I braced myself on my elbows, shuffling back a little. “I know what I want. I’m a grown woman, and I’ve already told you that I think we have a connection. One that cannot be denied.” I swallowed, taking a breath before diving back in. “If you need more time and space, then I understand, Colton. But I don’t.”
I watched the vein in his forehead jump, and then his hands curled against the blankets on the bed. “Do you?” I asked, wetting my lips. “Need more time, I mean.”
“More time to decide about you?” Colton’s smile was feral. “No. More time to pleasure you? Always.”
My entire body relaxed into the bedding. But only for a moment, because then his hands were under my knees, dragging me forward and across the bedding until my ass was against his bent knees, one leg draped over his elbow as he reached between us. That cock, which I’d only caught glimpses of, was suddenly right there. And while I wanted to reach for it, he immediately grunted at me, his eyes pointedly looking above my head.
“Don’t make me tie you down, sweet girl.”
I whimpered but held more still as he gripped the heavy, thick length of himself and slapped it against my clit, once, twice, and then a third time. Each time was harsher than the last. The sound was wet and obscene, slick heat meeting hard flesh. I moved my ass against the bed, his grip on my thighs tightening as he positioned one over his shoulder. Now, completely spread, I could feel the heat of his cock resting against my body.
“Oh God,” I said, my stomach hollowing as I stared down at that heavy length. “Colton…”
“You want this, sweet girl? You know how to get it.”
“Colton…”
He cocked his head, and his eyes were hooded and dark. I swallowed, my body twitching in his grip. I knew exactly what he wanted. And God help me, I wanted it too. But first, there was just one little…
“What about condoms? Shouldn’t you put one on?”
The way his eyes rolled back in his head shouldn’t have made me as desperate as it did. But it changed something in him. His fingertips were suddenly tight, nearly bruising as he loomed over me.
“Let’s get something straight, sweet girl. I would never put you in danger. Ever. But the idea of having you, feeling you against me, with nothing between this sweet, hot body and my dick? I need it. I need it just as badly as I know you do. And you do need it, don’t you? You need this cock, my cum? Filling in all those empty parts of you that are so wet and impatient.”
My clit was pulsing, my eyes rapt on the cock that was resting against the top of my slit. He was right. I wanted him. I wanted every inch. Damn the consequences.
“I do.” I nodded, my body clenching hard. “Please, Colton—I mean…”
Colton watched me, his entire body tight, every thick layer of muscle tense in his shoulders and arms as he waited. And I knew exactly what he was waiting for. My head fell back, my body giving into the moment and the need.
“Please, Daddy.”
His caress across my hips was the only warning I got. Because a breath later, he was over me, his mouth against my ear as he praised me. “Good fucking girl,” Colton said.
