I’m so fucking blinded by my own arousal that I can’t even think straight.
For now, I need to do what I know how to do.
Take care of things.
As soon as I walk into the bathroom, I close the door and quickly discard the condom. Fuck. I’d do just about anything to fuck her bare right now. Literallyanything. Sell my soul. I don’t give a fuck.
After I wash my hands, I grab a washcloth and look in the mirror while I wait for the water to heat.
“What the fuck,” I mutter as I turn my face in several angles, my skin sparkling under the lights.
Glitter.
Herglitter.
The corners of my lips twitch at that, and I look down at the sink and get the cloth wet, then wring it out.
On my way back to bed, I stop at the mini-fridge and grab a cold bottle of water.
Ace is snoring softly, her purple hair fanned out around her. She hasn’t moved, other than rolling over onto her back, her lush breasts on display for me to stare at as I approach. Even under the dim lighting, her silhouette is visible, and it doesn’t help my aching cock.
Kneeling on the edge of the bed on one leg, I drop the water and reach out to part her thighs. She startles awake and sucks in a breath.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“Shh. It’s okay. I’m going to clean you up.” I lower the warm, damp cloth to her pussy, and she sucks in a breath, then reaches between her legs to take it from me.
“I can do that,” she rushes out.
Using my free hand, I wrap my fingers around her wrist and pull it away. “I’m sure you can, but I’m taking care of you. It’s only water.”
She’s tense, but she doesn’t fight me as I wipe her bare pussy, cleaning up her delicious arousal. Fuck, I need to get it bottled so I can taste her come any time I want.
I take a bit longer than I actually need to, but something tells me she’s never had a man take care of her after sex before, and that doesn’t sit right with me. When I said she might be an actual angel, I meant it.
Once I’m done, I toss the cloth onto the floor and pull the covers down enough that she’ll be able to crawl under.
“Come on, angel.”
As she looks to where I’m patting the bed, her eyebrows pinch, and then she looks at me then lets her gaze drop to my cock.
“You’re not done. Can I taste you some more?” she asks quietly.
There’s something about her I can’t put my finger on. Something that makes me want to ask questions. But we already said no names, no strings.
“Later,” I tell her. “You’re tired, and you need to rest for a bit.”
When she opens her mouth to argue, I lean down and capture her lips, kissing her hard and deep, dominating her. “Don’t argue with Daddy. We have all night. Don’t worry, I’ll be fucking that pretty mouth before breakfast.”
Because, fuck me, her lips are soft and pink and those wide green eyes looking up at me with her mouth full of my cock is something I need to sear into my brain.
Instead of fighting me, she gets onto all fours and crawls over to the spot I offered her.
I wouldn’t mind watching her crawl like that for me. So damn pretty. One thing I have figured out about her is that she’s reckless and mischievous, but she’s also a pleaser. She loves being praised. And being controlled. Perfect for me.
I open the bottle of water and hand it to her. “Drink some.”
She takes several gulps, our eyes locked on each other the entire time, then she holds it out for me. I down the rest and toss the bottle.
