HARLAN
MAY
I setEmma on her feet at the end of one of the queen beds in our room. She reached for me to try and kiss me, but I stopped her with a light shake of my head. “You’re going to let me handle it.”
“Handle what?” she spat.
“Handleyou, princess. You want to choose a word?”
She screwed up her face. “For what?”
I smirked at her, and the gravity of my tone finally hit her. “You’re gonna need it. Pick one.”
“Knife. Because I have a feeling I’m going to want to stab you.”
“That’s the goal.” I chuckled as I slid her WAG jacket with my name on it off her shoulders. “You wore this so well.”
“They ran out of D’s or I would have put ‘Daddy’ across the back.”
I laughed and loved the playfulness in her eyes. I tossed her jacket over the desk chair next to me. “Everything off.”
I rested my ass on the desk, casually stroking my cock through my dress pants. Emma’s cheeks and chest were flushed already and it was taking serious restraint to keep from throwing her back on the bed and pounding into her. Only her underwear remained when she peered at me nervously from behind a lock of hair. They were Rusties orange and charcoal gray. Seeing Emma bashful was unusual.
“Do you want to see the back?” she asked.
“Definitely,” I said. “Turn for me.”
She tucked her hair behind her ears and slowly, she spun to let me see her back. I took the opportunity to really see her. I loved her figure: a little muscle from how hard she worked in the kitchen, trim but not so much that you doubted whether she enjoyed the food she made. A little extra around her hips that I had plans to hold after I played with her for a while. Her hair cut to show the nape of her neck that I loved to kiss, her lightly muscled shoulders and elegant, strong spine, the scar in the middle of her back from where she saved me from the bus, the curve from her waist to her hips, two slight dimples at the bottom of her back, and finally, the barely there panties with my number and “Daddy” spelled out in dark studs. But the hottest detail? There were six little studs where the thong disappeared between her luscious cheeks.
My piercings.
I stepped forward, gently cupping her ass in my hands while I kissed her neck. “You must really love me,” I hummed into her skin. Emma arched her back, accentuating her full breasts while her hand grazed the side of my neck. My fingers traced the studs on her thong. “Leave this on.”
Then I whirled her by the shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed. I loved the way her breasts bounced when she landed, the way she gasped and scrambled to sit up. She pulledon my tie with a wicked grin on her lips, towing me down to her. “You leaving your clothes on?”
“Haven’t decided yet. Which do you hate more?”
She considered that, and while she was thinking, I pushed her to her back and dropped kisses all down her bare skin. What she said as my face disappeared between her legs hit like a puck to the helmet. “I hate when I can’t touch you.”
I kissed her lower belly and sent my hand up to thread with hers. “You can touch me.”
We exchanged a smile so sweet it made my stomach tingle. I couldn’t keep it serious for long. I dipped to press chaste kisses to her pussy. “Is there anything else you hate?”
My lips grazed where her inner thighs met her ass, and Emma writhed. I licked the crease of her inner thighs and nipped the thin skin there. Her fingers threaded into my hair and pulled hard until our eyes met.
“Quit playing with me,” she groaned.
I smirked. “How many buttons can I push?”
My finger slipped between the flimsy material and her skin, moving it to the side. I blew a stream of air onto her drenched pussy.
“Harlan,” she warned, then melted when I flattened my tongue against her, giving her exactly what she wanted.
Weird, she didn’t sound annoyed anymore. I kept at it, burying my face in her, licking, tugging, popping my tongue in and out of her, all while she gripped my hand and rolled her hips against my face.
“Harlan, Harlan, Daddy, please.” Emma’s chest bowed off the bed, the soft swells of her stomach and breasts rising from my vantage point between her legs. Her inner thighs quaked against my cheeks.
Her whole body was on edge, right where I wanted her.
