Page 55 of Controlling Chloe

I shudder and close my eyes. He runs his thumb over my skin. When he trails his fingers down the column of my neck to the top of my breast, I let out a long exhale. It’s amazing how I feel so safe with such a dangerous man.

“Look at me.”

I stare into his sparkling eyes. Letting out a low growl, he rolls toward me and pushes me onto my back. His muscles flex as he lifts himself to hover over me, resting his forearms on either side of my head. His erection presses against my core, and I whimper. It glides over my lips, spreading my cream even more.

Slowly, he lowers his lips to mine and kisses me roughly. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, exploring every bit of it as he gently flexes his hips. Every so often, the head of his cock grazes my swollen clit, sending sparks of electricity through me. I whimper and moan, desperate for more. I need him like I need my next breath.

“Daddy.”

He lifts his head, staring down at me. His eyes are blazing, and his breaths are coming hard and fast. When he lowers his face again, he starts pressing kisses to my throat. Flexing my fingers on his shoulders, I dig my nails in as I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Daddy,” I whine more persistently.

The kisses stop. His jaw flexes as he studies me. A shiver works its way down my body. For a second, I’m worried I’ve made him mad somehow. Then he cradles my head in his hands, using his thumbs to rub gentle circles at my temples.

“Are you ready for this, Chloe? Ready for me to claim you? Once I fuck you, there’s no turning back. There will be no breakups or questioning what we are. You’ll be mine. In all ways. My woman. My Little girl. My wife. My everything. Can you handle that? Do you want that?”

A moan escapes as I bob my head. It might be too soon. Hell, it might be insane. I don’t care, though. Whatever it is, I want it. I want to be owned by Bash. In every sense of the word.

He stares at me intently, waiting for my words. I lift my hand and place it over his heart.

“Yes, Daddy. I want everything. I want it with you.”

When he doesn’t say anything, I wiggle my hips, trying to get him to move but he doesn’t. “Please? Don’t make me beg.”

Heat flashes in his gaze and a corner of his mouth ticks up. His cock jumps against my leg. “You’d look so fucking pretty begging, though.”

Before I can respond, he starts to slide down my body, dragging his tongue along my skin.

He ignores my throbbing core and starts pressing his lips to the tops of my thighs. Kissing each scar. I lift my head, and he repeats the action seventeen times, his gaze trained on me the whole time.

“You’re beautiful. You deserved better. I’m going to give you everything, Chloe,” he says softly.

The lump in my throat prevents me from speaking, so I nod and smile, letting a tear slip from the corner of my eye.

Taking his time, he moves back up my body, passing my core again. When he gets to my belly button, he lifts his head.

“You’re going to be Daddy’s good girl and come all over my face, aren’t you?”

Oh, holy hell. I will do whatever this man wants me to do. Especially if he keeps talking like that.

I bob my head. “Yes.”

A wicked smile spreads over his face as he hooks his hands under my thighs, pushing my legs open and back so I’m fully stretched and exposed to him. He closes his eyes and inhales deeply. When he opens them again, his pupils are blown wide. He looks like a hungry beast, ready to attack. My entire core clenches with anticipation and need.

“So pretty. So smooth and pink. Is all this delicious cream for me, baby girl?”

“Uh huh.”

He takes a long, lazy lick from my ass to my clit, sending a jolt of surprise through me. When he does it again, I drop my head back and moan. Then he latches onto my clit, sucking it roughly, and I nearly levitate off the bed.

“Oh!”

I whimper and cry as he licks and sucks while holding my legs wide open. My body trembles. Arousal sweeps through me. This man has a magical tongue. Pure fucking magic.

He brings a finger to my opening and swirls it around, collecting my wetness, then slowly eases it inside. It’s not enough. I need more. I need him. My cries fill the room as he thrusts in and out while keeping his mouth suctioned to my clit.

“Daddy! Oh! Please!”

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