Page 14 of Boss Daddy's Girl

"I'll take care of you, Ellie." He slides his tongue over my folds, his hot breath sending a shiver through my body.

Then he pushes my legs up and dives in. His mouth moves over my pussy, his tongue sliding between my folds, teasing my entrance and my clit. He's not gentle but thorough, mapping every bit of me with his lips and tongue. He's demanding. Dominating.

It's everything I've always wanted.

"You're so wet for me, Ellie. Such a good girl for Daddy."

It feels so good, so mind-numbingly incredible that I struggle to even speak. It’s like I lost all language as soon as his mouth was on me. "Yes, Daddy. Please don't stop."

He chuckles against my skin, and the vibrations make me shudder. "I'm just getting started." He slides his fingers through my slickness, circling my clit.

"Oh!"

He rubs me slowly, his gaze on me the entire time. I'm so wet. I'm so fucking wet. And he knows it. "I'm going to make you come so hard, Ellie. I want to know what your face looks like when you come. I want to know the sounds you’re going to make for me and only me.”

"Say it," he orders, sliding a finger into my hole. "Tell me what you want."

"I want to come, Daddy."

"How?"

"With your mouth on me." I'm so embarrassed, but he groans, kissing my thigh.

"Such a good girl for Daddy. So polite." Drake chuckles, dragging his tongue up my entire pussy and making me cry out before telling me, “I’m going to remember this next time you’re yelling at me with that smart mouth of yours.”

He dips back down and licks my slit, spreading me open with his fingers and sliding his tongue through my folds, teasing my entrance, my clit, my sensitive skin. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I cry out. It feels so good, so intense.

"Daddy!"

"That's it, Ellie. Come for me. I want you to come all over my face."

He pushes a finger inside me, and I whimper. He adds another finger and crooks them inside me, stroking my G-spot. He continues to lick me, sucking on my clit, flicking it with his tongue. He's relentless, and the pleasure builds so fast, it's overwhelming. I cry out as my body starts to shake.

My orgasm takes me off guard, my back arching and my hands flying to grip his head as I hold on for dear life. Pleasure ripples through me, leaving me shaking and gasping for air, and I chant his name as I ride it out on his tongue.

When I finally start to come down from the high of it all, Drake kicks off his pants and climbs into bed with me. His cock strains against his black briefs, but instead of climbing over me like I expect, he takes me into his arms and buries his face in my neck, breathing me in.

"Ellie, Ellie," he sighs. "God, you’re incredible. Just let me hold you."

I melt, feeling like I'm going to burst into tears at any second, my emotions swinging like a pendulum from rapturous pleasure to the demanding need to just be comforted, cherished. This is everything I've wanted for so long. Being held by him, being taken care of by him. The knowledge of it hits me hard—lust is one thing, but I've been denying the truth of how I really feel. How wrapped up my emotions are in this man after a year of being by his side constantly.

Drake pulls back enough to see my face, looking into my heavy eyes as the intensity of what I just experienced sucks all the energy out of me. He brushes my hair from my face, gently kissing the corner of my mouth and my forehead. "Sleep, sweet girl. That's enough for tonight."

He turns off the bedside lamp and pulls the covers over us. I know I should get up, go to the couch, and pretend like this was just oral sex and not the earth-shaking experience it really was, but he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close again. Bare skin to bare skin, his heart beating next to mine—it’s almost much too sweet to bear. His lips brush the back of my neck.

"Goodnight, Ellie."

I close my eyes, unable to resist the call of sleep. "Goodnight, Drake."

4

ELLIE

Saturday morning dawns bright and unavoidable through the tall windows of the hotel room. Eyes still closed, I curse my last-night self for not having the wherewithal to close the curtains before going to sleep.

But then I remember why I didn't have any wherewithal. Or sense. Or, as my currently naked body suggests, reservations.

Oh. Drake went down on me last night, and I fell asleep in his arms. And now he's gone.

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