Page 68 of Big Daddy

I don’t say a word until we’re inside the house with the front door locked.

“We’re inside, can’t you put me down now?” she asks, pieces of her curls sticking to the stubble lining my jaw. I put her down and immediately take her face in my hands, my groin stirring at the way she tenderly places her hands on top of mine.

“I love you, Winnie.”

She smiles. “I know.”

“I’m sorry our relationship has complicated things with Brielle, and I promise to do everything I can to mend my relationship with her, not just for us. For her. For me.”

Winnie’s smile falls away as she blinks up at me with wide, accepting eyes. “It’s no one’s fault. It just happened. All that matters now is that in time, we’ll be okay.”

I nod, moments from the evening passing through my mind. I stroke my thumb along her bottom lip and she moves her hands to my chest. “I hate that you were so sad when I met you,” I admit, realizing that hearing her talk about that tonight made me feel ill.

“You helped me get better.” She shakes her head as if changing her mind. “You helped me understand that accepting help doesn’t make me weak, you helped me see that when something is special, I’ll know.” She rocks to her toes and kisses me. “You also taught me what it feels like to really get dicked down good.”

My hands fall from her face, and I playfully scowl as I point down the hall. “Get in that bedroom now and prepare to pay the price for ending our moment.”

She kicks off her heels and skips down the hall giggling, her curls bouncing everywhere, making my erection soar. “Didn’t know Big Daddy has big moments,” she teases before disappearing around the corner near the den.

Hooking my fingers around my neck, I yank open my tie and follow her, my mouth watering.

chapter twenty-three

winnie

“Corinne?”His voice is smooth. I love the way he sounds before bed, raspy and raw. But who the fuck is Corinne? I narrow my eyes at the back of his head, my lips curled over my teeth. Who is Corinne and why is she calling after ten? That’s late in my book.

Plus, we just got home.

Fuck.

I still can’t believe this mansion is somehow my home now but… damn. I snatch the lube from the drawer and toss it onto the bed, knowing we’ll use it, whatever we’re going to do. Sinking into the mattress, I lift my bare feet to Big Daddy’s crotch, smoothing my arches over the hard ridge of his cock. Of course he’s hard. When is he not hard? And god, that’s hot.

I really never thought I’d be obsessed with any man’s cock, or that I’d get wet the moment I knew he was hard, because I didn’t think a physically passionate relationship like that even existed. But knowing he’s been hard in the car on the drive home, knowing he wants my feet on his dick and his cum in my belly, it turns me absolutely feral.

Educated, strong, with a smart mouth that cuts men down at the knees and here I am, whimpering and pouting because he’s on the phone with Corinne when his cock should be sliding between my feet.

Honestly.

“Big Daddy…” I sulk, sticking out my bottom lip as he tips his hips forward, leaning into the hot glide of my feet over his dick.

He holds a warning finger out as he stares me down, speaking still to Corinne.

“That’s no problem,” he says, a female voice barely audible from the other end.That’s no problem? In the months I’ve worked at Parker & Pen, the words “that’s no problem” have never left Quincey’s mouth. Now I really want to know who he’s talking to.

“I appreciate the call back. I’ll go ahead and send the pertinent information out to you tomorrow then,” he says, nodding to her before saying goodbye and ending the call. I curl my toes into his belt and tug, pressing the waist of his pants into his hard cock, making his nostrils flare.

“You have no patience,” he tells me, not moving my feet but working around them as he makes for his belt. “That was a work call and you were being bratty, distracting me.”

I roll onto my knees and give him my back, looking at him over my shoulder. “Unzip me.” The way he abandons his belt for my dress gives me a thrill. “And you were about to fuck my feet but took a phone call.” The dress pools around me and I roll around on the bed until I can kick it free, coming to face him completely naked on my knees. “She must be important,” I pout, rubbing my hands over my bare breasts, making a point of my nipples by rolling them between my thumb and forefinger. “Or maybe you just like her more than me,” I tease, blinking up at his face, reddened with anger.

Big Daddy’s hand loops my neck, thwarting my pulse, lifting me from the bed as his other hand grips one of my tits. “Nothing is more important than you, my little slut.”

He releases me, a rush of adrenaline puffing up inside me, causing me to gasp as I fall back against the mattress. His belt hits the floor and then his cock is out, every veiny inch on delicious display.

“Be my foot slut. Show me how you teased them. Show me what they wished they could have,” he urges, his voice smokey and rough.

I love this man’s filthy, unhinged mouth. Another thing that surprises me about falling in love—I love being degraded. I love the idea of being his filthy slut, his dirty whore, his disgusting little cum bucket.

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