“Fine.” His shoulders lower an inch as some of the stiffness eases from his body. “If you’re serious about her, then I don’t know anyone else who’d be better for her than you.”
“I’m dead serious. I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.” I shift my attention to him. “She’s it for me, and I’ve known it for years. I’m not going to pretend any longer. I need her.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?” And just like that, he’s fine with us being together? I gape at him. “I don’t get it. You’ve been on my ass for years to stay away from her, and now, you’re fine?”
“I wanted to make sure you were serious about her before you made a move. I may give my sister a hard time, but I love her and want the best for her. And that has always been you. I’ve just been waiting for you to tell me to shove it up my ass and go for what you wanted.” The corners of his mouth inch upward. “So, how’s daddy duty?”
Heat climbs up my neck as our earlier conversation takes front and center in my brain.
“Gross.” Kaleb makes a disgusted face. “Forget I asked.”
“Sorry, man, she accidently called me that the other day, and–”
“Please, don’t say anything more.” He shoves his hand palm first toward me, and steps back. “I don’t want to hear it.”
Chapter Sixty-Five
Emily
The Next Night
“Hands above your head.” Jake’s words barely penetrate the haze swirling in my brain. Every inch of my body is heaving as I sigh. This is pure heaven. If I could, I’d lay here for the rest of my life feeling this same way–content, sated, happy.
“Hands above your head.” This time, his voice holds the command he likely uses on suspects, which gets my attention. I blink my eyes open and glance down my body. Past my still heaving chest. Beyond my abdomen where Jake’s hand rests above my pelvis. And down to his head between my thighs.
“What?” I wrinkle my nose as I try to make sense of his words. Why does he want me to put my hand above my head? I let out a whoosh of air and lift my chained hands off the back of his head. “Oh…” My cheeks heat as the metal jingles the higher I raise my hands. “I’m sorry.” I’m in utter bliss and he’s been jabbed in the head with handcuffs. His specially purchased, not police-issued handcuffs. “I didn’t realize I was hurting you.”
“No, Pretty Girl’.” His eyes are dark with desire as his lips curve upward. “Hands above your head and keep them there. You’ve been lucky that I let you use your hands.” He licks his lips. “This time, you won’t be so lucky.”
“I….” I bite my bottom lip as his eyes narrow.
“Em….” His jaw is tight as he chastises me.
“Yes, Sir.” I position my arms above my head with a soft clank and gasp as his tongue laps along my pussy.
“I thought it was, Daddy.” He flicks his tongue again.
Oh, my God. My eyes roll back into my head. The man shouldn’t be this good at this. It’s not fair. He places a hand under my ass, lifting my bottom off the mattress while pressing the heel of his palm harder into my lower abdomen and feasts.
Moans fall from my lips as I embrace the pleasure he elicits. Moments later, I’m lost in the moment, unable to hold off the inevitable. I dig my heels into the mattress and thrust my sex into his face.
Dark spots fill my vision as wave after wave of pleasure rack through my body until my thighs are shaking. More. I need more. I lift my arms as I rotate my hips, grinding my clit against his nose.
I always thought a daddy kink was ridiculous, but I was so wrong. I’m not sure I’ve ever been more wrong about anything.
“Do. Not. Move.” His voice is gruff against my sex. Fuck. I drop my arms back to the mattress. “That’s better..”
‘No, it’s not better,’ is on the tip of my tongue but when I lift my head to berate him, he slides two fingers into my still quivering sex.
Fuck. Right there. “I can– “
“You will.”
“I’m serious. I can’t.” Tears fill my eyes. He’s asking for the impossible.
“Yes, you can.” His eyes never leave mine as he works in and out of my core. “Do exactly what Daddy tells you do to. You’re going to come harder for me than you ever have before.”
