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My throat went dry. Was he about to…
He couldn’t be, right? Because guys didn’t actually like to do that. That’s what my friends always said anyway. And I’d never had a guy try before.
But Cas was. Like it was no big thing.
He just lined up his face between my legs, wrapped his arms around my thighs and buried himself in my pussy.
And Ho-ly shit. His tongue… oh my god, his tongue. He moved it inside me like he was a world class pianist, and I was his beloved instrument. My hands fisted the bedsheets beneath me as my chest heaved. I told myself I couldn’t come that fast, but who was I kidding. The man was a fucking god with a golden tongue, who wielded it like he’d taken a master class in the art of pussy eating and come out with a PHd in female pleasure.
“Oh my god, Cas, oh my god!”
He stopped just long enough to pull away and look me in my eyes. “It’s Daddy,” he growled in a tone that was so feral, demanding and possessive I about came on the spot.
I managed not to, by some miracle of extreme willpower and then, Cas added his fingers to the mix and all hope was lost. The combination of his fingers inside me, pounding my pussy hard while his soft and agile tongue worked my clit took me places I had never been.
Arching my back, I screamed, wrapping my fingers in his errant locks, desperate to connect us somehow, to touch him, to feel even more of him. A need so insatiable filled me, and Cas just kept going.
Blood rushed hot through my veins like lava, heating me from the inside out. I could tell I was flushed and covered in goosebumps, and Cas… Cas just kept working his magic until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Daddy!” I screamed. I pushed at his head, trying frantically to get away as every nerve ending felt like it was on fire. But he held my thighs tighter and just kept going until I was shaking, screaming out my release, trembling around him. I’d never come so hard in my life. And every time I had even come close had been with Cas.
One week with him and I was ruined for other men. Forever.
God, this better work out or I’d be an old maid spinster for life, pining over the Daddy who got away.
Chapter Eleven
Cas
I rolled out of bed when my phone rang, and pried myself away from Polly’s warm, soft, naked body. I was seriously considering telling off whoever was on the other line, until I glanced at the caller ID. Jared.
Guilt stabbed my gut like a knife, and my stomach knotted. I jumped off the bed, putting as much distance as possible between Polly and myself before I answered.
“Hey,” I whispered. If he thought my tone was weird, he didn’t say. He probably hadn’t noticed. Sometimes Jared’s permanently oblivious state worked in my favor.
“Hey, how’s the trip going?” Jared sounded far more relaxed than usual, and I could picture him in his office sipping a cup of coffee, papers spread out in front of him, laptop with a million tabs open. How he managed to relax amidst such chaos had always been a mystery to me.
“It’s going good,” I answered carefully. “We added in a few extra stops, so we’re a day or two behind schedule.”
“Yeah? Polly not giving you too much trouble, is she?”
Oh, she was. She definitely was. But I liked it. I couldn’t say that to Jared though. Deny. Deny. Deny. As if he could see me through the phone line, I shook my head when I answered. “No, not really, she’d been pretty good.”
“You guys driving each other crazy yet?”
I stumbled into the kitchenette area and fixed myself a cup of coffee before answering. Once the first sip had passed my lips, I said “No, not really. We’re having a good time.”
“That’s great!” Jared’s whole voice changed, and I could picture his infectious smile. Then he sighed and I instantly tensed.
“What’s up? Is everything okay? What has you calling this morning?” Not wanting to wake Polly, I slipped on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, and tiptoed out the door. Our room was right by an exit, and I sat on a bench near the front of the hotel, sipping coffee as I waited to find out why Jared was calling. There was a reason, I could tell. I just couldn't fathom what it could be.
“You’re not gonna believe this,” he said.
I could think of a few things he wouldn’t believe as well. Like me and Polly becoming a thing.
“I probably won’t, so just spit it out,” I said, pushing down my irritation. I hated keeping secrets and this one felt especially huge and inconvenient. Christ, if it were this difficult just talking to Jared on the phone, what would it be like once we were home and all under the same roof?
I had the thought that we’d jumped in with both feet, headfirst, not having any idea what we were really in for. Maybe when we got back to town, I’d start looking for my own place. Besides the fact that Jared was absent minded at times, I really had no reason to stay. I’d moved in to help him manage making it through college while raising his little sister, and well, Polly was raised.
