Page 181 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“You should do both.”

“Oh, you’re lucky I want to fuck you more than I want to punish you.” Wyatt leaned across my body and bit my right asscheek.

“Ow! Missionary. Please? I want to see you.”

“Finally some honesty.”

He flipped me onto my back, wrapping one arm around my waist. Looking up into his gorgeous hazel eyes, I admired his jawline, his nose that had been broken more than once from accidents in the ring down to his collarbone. There was a small bump on it also from a break back when we were in school. Wyatt had been a daredevil, chasing adrenaline for as far back as I could remember. I’d never touched him like this. He kissed me, his hand tangling into my long brunette tresses. Usually they were wavy or curly, but I’d taken extra time to use the straightening iron. Why was I thinking about my hair while my sexy newly titled Daddy was teasing me?

“Please fuck me, Sir? I’ll behave until Alden gets home.”

He wiggled the base of the plug which caused a small vibration to tickle the nerves inside my asshole. Nothing made me unravel as fast as that.

“Nuh-uh. That means you’ll act up the minute he steps in the door. I’m paying attention.”

“Are you?”

“One rule: do as you’re told. But we’ll discuss that more in the morning after your ass is red-hot and wearing my handprints.”

I hadn’t been punished that often in my life, not the way he meant. Yet the way he talked about it made me equally filled with trepidation and arousal. If I didn’t get a hold of myself, I was going to be perpetually turned on between Wyatt and Alden. It wasn’t the worst thing.

“I’ll behave as much as possible. How’s that?”

“Well, it’s a start.” Wyatt grinned.

I cupped his injured cheek. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, babygirl.”

He found a condom and rolled it on. It wasn’t a stretch that he carried them on him even though he hadn’t been in a relationship in a while. Wyatt took my ankle in his hand, lifting it up and resting it on his shoulder.

“I didn’t think we’d get here,” I mused, but my voice was thick with emotion. I’d been teasing him in a light-hearted fashion, but failed to bring any humor into the situation.

“In Alden’s bed?”

“About to have sex.”

“I have fucked up a lot in my life, darling. I’ve chased dreams on the back of a bronco to avoid a good hard look at the things I’d been neglecting. I’m not perfect. Hell, no one is. But I swear to you. Starting right now? I’m going to be the best damn boyfriend you’ve ever had.”

“You don’t have to charm me into bed, Sir. I’m already here.”

He slapped my pussy mound again, catching my clit. I bucked and let out a sharp cry.

“I’m pouring my heart out, Kennedy. You could show some compassion.”

“I apologize! I’m overthinking and annoyed. It seems ridiculous that one action can have me throwing away all my preconceived notions and stupid judgements and–”

Wyatt leaned across my body and kissed me, his free hand sliding around the back of my neck. His mouth seemed to mold perfectly to mine, and I melted underneath his body.

“I’m going to prove to you and to Alden how badly I want this. Us. Trust me, beautiful.”

Nodding, I said nothing else as he adjusted my leg slightly. Wyatt had such an incredibly muscled body that I didn’t get to fully appreciate it before he entered me. I gasped as his cock slid deeper. He was fully in control. I dug my nails into his shoulderas he thrust, my body stretched to the limit or so it felt. I had my fair share of bed partners but nobody as thick as him.

“I’m close. So close,” I said in between pants. Wyatt seemed to hit every spot inside my core that brought me pleasure and find new ones.

“I feel you milking my cock for all it's worth. Come on, babygirl. Come for Daddy.”

As if I needed any further encouragement, I hit my peak. From the way Wyatt stilled and groaned, he followed with his own release. My ankle had slipped off his shoulder at some point and we laid not moving, collectively catching our breaths.

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