Page 40 of The Music in Me

“Couldn’t protect you from Anthony, though,” he said, and I saw the pain in his eyes. “I knew he was no good for you and did nothing about it. Watched you fall in love with him and still did nothing. And when I found out he was cheating on you, I should have come to you. Instead, I went to him and gave him what he needed to hurt you even more.”

“You went to him because you were trying to protect me.” I saw it now and couldn’t believe how I’d missed it all this time. “Just like you think you’re doing now. How long have you been in love with me?”

I saw his whole body jerk in shock. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said and tried to sit up.

I pushed one finger in the middle of his chest and watched him fall back down. This was what he meant. The power I had. I felt it now, and even though he had the same power over me, it was my turn to wield the torch.

“How long, Leon, have you dreamed about having me here in this cabin all to yourself, to do whatever you wanted to me?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Because I need to know how long I wasted staying with the wrong person when the man of my dreams was standing right beside me.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. This was about helping you find your voice. I was trying to break Anthony’s hold over you.”

I smiled. “Anthony’s got no hold on me, Leon. He broke my heart, yes. But it’s not losing him that I regret. It’s losing the things he represented. Companionship, safety… love. All things I already have with you.” I slowly drifted down his body. “That's why I paused tonight. Not because I was considering his offer, but because I realized letting him go meant accepting I would never get those things.”

“Why not?” he growled. “You have no idea how amazing you are, Kira. How beautiful and powerful you are… Plenty of men would die to give you all those things.”

“And are you one of those men?” I asked.

“I’m your manager,” he said, looking away.

Sliding my hand between his legs, I grabbed his manhood and felt it come to life. “I don’t think you can say that anymore.”

“Kira…” He tried to stand, but I looked at him, and he froze. “You know, when you first called me your baby girl, it felt a little weird. Now, I get it. You think it’s your duty to make me safe and take care of me. You make me happy, Leon. Now, I want to make my daddy happy.”

He opened his mouth to talk, but I was already lowering my head, and I pulled his violently engorged cock between my lips. He groaned and thrust into my mouth, whatever objections he had disappearing in a shower of pleasure. His hands slid into my hair, and I felt him tug hard as he wrapped one fist around the base of his shaft and fed it deeper into my throat.

“Kira,” he huffed in a strangled tone. “You’re killing me.”

I didn’t care. It was less than he’d done to me a dozen times already. I sucked and licked all around his cock, head bobbing up and down. I cupped his balls and heard him swear harshly as the iron hardness of his erection slid in and out of my mouth. My tongue found the spot right under the crown of his cock, and I fondled his balls as my tongue played with it.

“That’s it, Kira,” he said, voice dark and rough. “Suck that cock like a good girl. Make Daddy feel good.”

I took him as deep as I could, resisting the urge to touch myself between my legs where my clit throbbed, and my pussy grew wet with every thrust of his hips. Cupping my breasts, I played with my nipple, tugging and squeezing as I began to moan around him. My tongue was folded against the underside of his cock head, rubbing and stroking against it as he fucked my mouth, fast and hard, almost bruising the back of my throat. It only made me wetter.

His groans became more guttural, his words turning into a mishmash of gobbled speech, and I could feel his hips start to bunch as his balls grew tauter in my palm.

“I’m about to come, baby,” he said, and I grabbed the shaft of his erection.

“Not yet,” I said, pushing myself up. “I want you inside me when you do.” I straddled him, hovering just above his rock-hard cock and spreading my lips open to take him.

“Condom,” he said, reaching toward the bed stand.

“No,” I said, already lowering myself to him. “No condoms. I want to feel you, Leon. All of you…”

“Fuck me,” he moaned, falling back against the bed.

I looked down, desperate to watch him enter me, and moaned when I saw the way the swollen crest of his cock parted my throbbing sheath. An electric shock of pleasure spread across my body as I impaled myself on him. I stopped when he was only a few inches in and pulled back, mesmerized to see the way my juices clung to the top of his shaft. Then I lowered myself again, allowing myself only a few inches more before coming up again.

And he let me. He didn’t try to stop me or rush me even though I could tell how agonizing it was for him, watching the way my pussy embraced his cock. I saw how the slick wetness of my arousal clung to him, easing every entry and sending shock waves of erotic bliss spearing through the both of us.

Finally, I could not take the torture anymore and slammed down on him, crying out as he wholly and wonderfully filled me, stretching me out and stroking every nerve in my sex. He grabbed my hips as I began to ride him, nails digging into his chest as I worked him inside me.

“Yes, Daddy,” I cried, blood pounding through me as pleasure cascaded over me in hot flames that burned white. “Do you like it, Daddy?”

“God, yes,” he snarled, slamming upward. “Fuck me, baby. Let me feel every bit of that tight, wet pussy.”

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