Page 178 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“Wyatt–”

“When I’m making you weep in pleasure or punishing you, I expect to be called ‘Sir’ or ‘Daddy’.”

Fuck. I didn’t know what I’d expected from him, but it wasn’t that. His handling of me left me absolutely dripping with need.

“You have to earn that!” I sassed him.

“Look at the bruises on my face, Trixy. I’ve earned it.”

“Between the two of you I’m going to earn a complex.”

Wyatt bit my collarbone instead of answering me with another smart-ass comment. He continued licking and sucking along my throat to my earlobe. His other hand gently tugged onthe strands of my hair, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to keep my attention.

“Oh god, Sir. I’m already a mess.”

Wyatt traveled lower, unbuttoning my blouse, sliding it off my shoulders and removing my bra as he focused on his path down my body. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. Look at you.”

Heat flared along my neck from the compliment. I perched on my elbows. “Well? Are you just going to stare at it?”

Wyatt shook his head and smacked my mound.

“Oh!” I mewed, arching upward. What was it with that spot being targeted? Before Alden, no one else had ever slapped it.

“You gonna be a sassy little thing now? I appreciate what’s on my plate before I devour it.”

Bratting Wyatt was new to me, and I didn’t know what I’d thought would happen. Of course he’d address and handle my sass.

“Yes, Sir,” I managed.

“Mmm.” Wyatt stripped off his t-shirt showcasing what looked like more than a six-pack of abs.Shit. I knew he had muscles, but something had shifted tonight. I drooled as he stepped out of his jeans leaving him in just tight trunks that looked like they were poured onto his skin. I’d never noticed before, but his more-than-ample package strained against the silky-soft fabric. He gathered his mess of red locks and secured them away from his face with a hair tie. Wyatt likely wanted an unencumbered view of my pussy while he went to town. I was practically feral from the thought alone.

“You look like you can keep me still while you drive me wild. Can you?”

“If I can’t, I know where Alden keeps his rope.”

“Funny.”

“Yes, darling. I am.” Wyatt cracked himself up and then nipped my inner thigh.

I squeaked. It hurt but it also gave me a zing of pleasure. Before I could admonish him, his tongue circled my clit. He teased the sensitive bundle in a way I hadn’t experienced. This man knew exactly how to strum my nerves.

“Sir!”

Wyatt looked up the long line of my body, his hazel eyes looking huge from this angle. One lock of hair slipped out of his ponytail, slipping over his eye. Holy fucking hell. I’d been attracted to him before but the way his eyes drank in my curves and flicked up to mine had me heated.

“Yes, babygirl? Do you need something different?”

“No, uh, no one’s ever... The way you’re–” I panted.

“Tell Daddy.”

“I’m not used to it.”

“Am I making you feel good, Kennedy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. All you have to do is relax and let me take care of you.”

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