Page 11 of Dating the Daddy

I touch my clit, moaning quietly into the phone.

“Fuck,” he groans in response. “You’re doing it right now, aren’t you? You’re touching Daddy’s pussy?”

“Yes,” I gasp, arching into my touch.

“Good girl, Fairy. Pretend it’s me between your legs. Make yourself come for me.”

I squeeze my eyes closed, focusing on his sinful voice and the rasp in his breathing, as if he’s worked up just listening to me. I play with my clit, slipping one finger inside myself. And then I add another.

“Moan for me, Fairy. Shake for me,” he growls. “I want to hear it all.”

“Aidan,” I moan immediately, obeying him just this once. “You feel so good.”

“Goddamn,” he rasps. “If I were there right now, I’d have my face buried between those thighs, baby girl. You’d be coming all over my face. I wouldn’t let you stop until you were begging for mercy.”

I rock my hips into my hand, pleasure spiraling through me, taking me higher and higher.

“As soon as that sweet voice broke for me, I’d have you on your back beneath me, fucking my way into your soul,” he growls. “You’d feel me for days, Fairy. Every goddamn time you move. Every time you breathe. You’d feel your daddy.”

I sob his name, shattering apart. Waves crash over me, stealing my breath. It’s intense, the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever given myself. Except… I’m not so sure I did it to myself. I think he did. He worked sorcery on me through the phone, using that forbidden title against me, playing my body with it.

I droop as the last aftershock quakes through me, panting for breath.

“Damn, baby girl,” he breathes. “That sounded good.”

A blush heats my cheeks. Even though he can’t see me, I cover my face with one hand, not sure what to say now. I just told this man my deepest, darkest fantasy. A man who wants to expose and destroy me. What the hell was I thinking? If that ever gets out…

“Stop overthinking, baby girl,” he murmurs. “I hear your mind running a million miles a minute.”

“Oh, so you have super hearing now, huh?”

“No. I just know that you’re thinking the worst. You gave me something precious, and you’re worried about what I’m going to do with it. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out.”

“What…” I trail off, swallowing hard. “What are you going to do with it?”

“Worship on my fucking knees like a good Daddy should,” he growls. “You think you’re the only one with filthy desires, Fairy? Why the hell do you think I don’t date? I know what people say about men who want the shit I do. I couldn’t risk that tainting Caroline or Asa.”

“Aidan,” I whisper softly. “It’s not wrong to have kinks.”

“You trying to convince me or yourself?”

“I know it’s not wrong.” I pause. “I just never found anyone worthy of sharing mine with, so I gave up on love and dating.”

He laughs incredulously. “Hold the fuck on. The indomitable matchmaker doesn’t believe in love?”

“I didn’t say that,” I say defensively. “I said I gave up on it for myself.”

“Well, I’m going to need you to change your mind, Fairy. I want a chance. A real chance. Agree to go out with me. One date,” he says. “Hell, wear a mask if it makes you happy. I don’t fucking care, baby girl. I just want to sit across from you. I want to touch you. Let me prove that my only mission now is changing your mind about love and dating.”

He talks a good game, I’ll give him that. But still, I hesitate, torn. Until one little word from his lips breaks me.

“Please.”

I doubt he’s ever begged for anything. But he’s begging me to give him this. He’s metaphorically on his knees. For me.

“Okay,” I agree. “One date. With masks.”

His relieved breath rushing down the line is worth the risk. I’m pretty sure he is, too.

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