Page 253 of Daddy, Take Me Away
Am I, the king of casual, no-attachment sex, actually falling for Zoë Wayz, the epitome of messy and complicated?
Chapter Eleven
Zoë
We’re both quiet while Amadeo lands the helicopter, and even as we walk back to the villa.
“Lunch?” he asks, as he fishes his phone out of his pocket to open the villa door.
Looking him in the eye to see if I can read him, I shrug. “I could use a nap.”
He shakes his head, taking my chin in his hand. “You need food. And I’m not letting things get awkward between us now.”
I gather a breath.
“I’m taking you to lunch at Tropico. And then while you rest, I’ll move my stuff in here, and do some paperwork, yeah?”
It’s not really a question, so I nod. We were so eager to get back here to fuck and now, no matter if he wants it or not, things feel awkward between us.
“We’re showering first though. And I believe I promised you a sore bottom and an ass-fucking with this finger.” He holds up his middle finger and my eyes widen.
“Maybe I don’t want a Daddy anymore.”
“Too bad, you’ve got one.” He takes my hand and yanks me into the villa. And just like that the tension is gone.
The shower is seriously to die for. The cascading-rain showerhead and the rock-bed tile make me feel like I’m back at the waterfall, but with warm water rather than cold. And having a naked Amadeo in here with me feeds my hedonistic fantasies.
He soaps me from head to toe, taking time to massage me in all the right places. When I return the favor, I skip his cock, even though it’s hard and taking up a quarter of the space. Instead, I tease him by rubbing everywhere but there. And then finally, I drop to my knees.
His gasp of pleasure eggs me on, making my pussy spasm in need. This time I swallow deep, taking his cockhead all the way down my throat, barely holding back a gag, before sliding him out and back in again.
His fingers lace through my wet curls and he fists my hair tightly, taking over my movements and instead fucking my mouth.
“Daddy’s taking this mouth and then taking that tight wet pussy too.” He tenses, his rock-hard thighs and ass tightening before he yanks me off his cock. “But first, my babygirl’s got a bad-girl spanking coming, yeah?”
Nervousness floods me at the same time my pussy throbs.
“You remember that spoon, little girl?”
I whimper; his wicked look weakens my knees and belly.
“It’s going to sting that wet ass something awful.” He pulls me to my feet, kissing my mouth, his tongue demanding compliance from my own.
“No more lies from my little girl after this, yeah?”
It’s a wicked game we’re playing, and despite my nerves over his threats—or are they promises?—my body is excited for it all. Even the finger up my ass, which I have absolutely no experience with.
Amadeo scoops me up and over his shoulder as soon as we’re out of the confines of the bathroom, and I smack his muscular ass since it’s in my face. The crisp sound echoes and he chuckles darkly.
“You just earned an extra ten with the spoon for that, Zoë baby.”
Another dark chuckle but this time from me. “Worth it.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Scooping the spoon out of a container on the counter, he carries me to the living area where I see breast prints in the glass of the sliding doors.
“You might want to talk to housekeeping. My boob imprints are still on the glass.”
