Page 13 of Boss Daddy's Girl

"You don't like that, do you? Thinking about who we are to each other outside of this bed."

I shake my head.

"Then let me be someone else for you, sweet Ellie." His voice lowers into a growl that I've never heard before. Can this really be my Drake, the arrogant, always-grinning Drake Evans? "Here, when we're together like this, you can call me Daddy."

My lips part, and I can feel myself flush. He's watching me closely, waiting for a response. What should feel taboo just feels … right. It’s a pattern my lust-addled brain is starting to notice—everything with Drake feels easy. Feels right. If he wants to takecare of me, give me everything here in bed together, to be Daddy to me, I can do that. I trust him. "Okay, Daddy," I finally breathe.

Drake's eyes flutter closed. When they open again, they're almost black with desire. "Fuck," he growls. "Say that again, baby girl."

"Daddy." I grin, liking the sound of that on my tongue. "You like that?"

"I love it."

"Good." I run my hands through his hair. "Now, why don't you take these off me so you can get better acquainted with what's underneath?"

Drake groans. "Yes, baby girl."

I like that nickname, too.

He kisses me again and slides my dress down my body, leaving me in nothing but my black lace panties. The cool air of the room hits my bare skin, and I feel flush, on display. Drake stands, his eyes raking over every inch of my body.

"Holy shit," he breathes. "You're perfect." He cups my breasts, and his hands feel rough and perfect against my soft skin. "I've thought about this for so long," he whispers, dropping to his knees so he can lick my nipples.

"How long?" I whisper, the words clipped when his tongue swirls around the tips of my breasts, the sensation going straight to my core.

"Too fucking long." He smirks. "Sit up for me, Ellie, and spread those perfect fucking legs. It's time for Daddy to show you how good it can be."

"Yes, Drake."

"Daddy."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Fuck," he growls. "You don't even know what you do to me."

Slowly, he moves down until his hands are on my knees, his mouth leaving a searing line of kisses past my belly button. Lower until his lips meet my mound, still covered by my panties.

"Mmm, I think I'd like to see you wet for me. Let's see how soaked your perfect little cunt is for me, baby girl."

My heart pounds, and I watch him, eyes wide, as he hooks his thumbs under the waistband of my panties and slides them down my legs. He brings them to his face and inhales, groaning when he breathes in my scent.

"Drake," I whisper, shocked.

"Don't worry, Ellie." He grins, tossing my panties aside. "I'm just getting started." He cups my pussy again, spreading my legs wide. "Look at you. My perfect little baby girl. Do you want me to eat you out?"

Hearing those words from Drake’s mouth rocks me, lust roaring through me so hard that my head spins. "Oh God, are you really asking me that? Please, please.”

He smirks. "Please who?"

"Please, Daddy."

I feel so exposed, so vulnerable, but I couldn’t turn back now even if I wanted to. And oh, I definitely don’t want to. This is what I’ve been dreaming of. When he looks back up at me, hegrins, and that expression is one I recognize. It puts me back on solid ground.

He drops down, his shoulders spreading my legs wide. My heart pounds, and I can barely catch my breath. My pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for him. Drake looks up at me, his green eyes sparkling with mischief and desire.

He dips down and presses his lips to my inner thigh, kissing a trail up to my mound. I gasp, and he chuckles, the vibrations making me tremble. "Fuck, you're cute."

"Drake," I whisper.

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