Page 46 of The More the Merrier

“Johannes, please. No one said I have to be fit as a fiddle on day one. Gimme a break, will ya?”

“Tell me, Little Mouse,” he says before stopping to pass me a bottle of ice cold water, “When exactly do you need all of this money by?”

I take a huge sip of the water, scratching my head before answering, “Uhm,so…considering the money I got from the necklace, which I’ve already mailed so I can’t get back, the Haven should be good for a couple of months, especially since Andre and Amanda are paying for the party.” The words tumble out of my mouth, the nerves at possibly upsetting him or Andre not allowing me to take a pause for breath. During our sit-down the previous day I’d successfully avoided the conversation about what happened to the stuff I took.

“Little Mouse, I knew this already. You can relax. I was just checking how much time we have,” he says in response, taking a step closer to me.

“What about Andre?”

Johannes’s hand reaches up and pulls my lip from my teeth.

“I told him, little one. And I got the gems back from your associate. He knows Andre. You’re okay. I think, mostly, you’ve impressed the boss. And not a lot of people can say that.”

His tall presence surrounds me and I have to strain my neck to look up at him. I wipe my clammy hands against my thighs before grabbing hold of his forearms and standing on my tiptoes, bringing my face closer to his.

“Yeah? And you? Are you impressed?”

“Little Mouse, I’m enthralled,” he says before lowering his lips down on mine. My grip on his arms tightens, but before I can give in to the kiss, he pulls away. “You are enticing, enraging, and absolutely enchanting.”

He kisses me again, this time harder, his tongue seeking entrance to my mouth. When I open up for him, he delves in, tasting, taking.

Too soon, he pulls back again before rocking my world even more. “Did you know, before you, I’d never even considered an ageplay relationship?”

“And now?”

“Now, it’s the only thing I can think about. I know I’m all wrong for you. Too big, too gruff, and way too inexperienced. But no matter how often I tell myself that, I can’t get you out of my head.Jy’s perfek vir my.”

“Hmmm, that sounds beautiful, what did you say?” I ask as I wrap my arms around his waist. When I rest my head against his chest, I listen to his heartbeat and feel the rumble of his chest as he answers.

“You’re my perfect match.”

Johannes

I could kick my own fucking ass for saying all of that. After curling up with her in her fort last night, I’d just about made up my mind about stepping back and leaving her to Cameron. There is no way I know where to start being the Daddy she needs. But the second she turned nervous and insecure and her rambling started up, every ounce of my resolve crumbled.

The fact is, though, that Cameronwillmake the perfect Daddy. And as much as I’d like to keep this perfect woman to myself, that wouldn’t be fair to her, or him.

“Did you know myOumaused to say that no one only has one perfect match?” I ask, tightening my arms around her when she tries to pull away. I rest my chin on her head, breathing in her strawberry-scented shampoo. “I think that maybe Cameron is your other match.” Her small frame relaxes in my arms at my words and I rub soothing circles on her back as she hugs me tighter.

Her voice is muffled as she responds with her face still stuffed against my chest. “You really shouldn’t get any more perfect. It’s no good for your reputation as a bad guy.”

My laugh rumbles from me and is soon joined by her tinkling giggle.

“Okay, you’ve rested long enough now. Time to get back to work,” I say as I take a step back.

She responds with the most adorable growl that matches the frown on her face. “Never mind. Not perfect at all. Your reputation is safe.”

The next thirty minutes is spent doing a few more sprints before taking her back to the main house. I’d rather have made her breakfast myself, but the hours are passing by and I promised Cameron I’d drop her off at his so he could have his own training with her. He’d already spent way too much time on the property, risking exposure.

After a breakfast of some more of the dragon croissants she seems to love so much along with fruit salad, I get her back to the gatehouse so we can both get cleaned up. And I can get some fuckingstress relief.

Ever since the kisses we shared, my bloody cock has been hard as a rock and begging for attention. With the water of the shower running down my body, I palm my dick, picturing that delicious mouth wrapped around the head. She’d be dressed in nothing but a cute pair of panties, her hair tied in pigtails so I can grab them and hold her still as I fuck her throat.

This is the reason I’m still not sure about being a Daddy Dom. I don’t know how to feel about the fact that I want to fuck someone who will call me Daddy. But just the thought of her on her knees in front of me saying that one taboo word has precum leaking from my slit.

Roughly jerking at my erection, I close my eyes and lose myself to thoughts of her. Until I hear it. Soft moans of pleasure coming through the wall. My Little Mouse is pleasuring herself, maybe even to thoughts of me. Her moaning increases in volume and fervency and I find myself increasing my speed.

Her soft moans turn into louder groans with muffled words being cried out. My balls tighten and I’m close to letting go when I hear it.

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