Page 24 of Daddy Issues

“Watch me eat your pussy, Hailey. I want to see your whiskey eyes on me while I make you come.”

His head dives back in, his broad shoulders spreading my legs impossibly wide for the position, but all I feel is pleasure. My hands comb through the soft locks of his hair, pushing it out of his face so that I can meet the depths of his eyes while he buries his tongue inside me.

“Ohmygod, Graham. Aah! Yes!” My hips gyrate on their own, my body wanton, actively chasing the impending orgasm. He fucks me with his tongue before brushing it up my length in long, slow licks before sucking my clit into his mouth. The suction and little pulses he’s making send me over that glorious, euphoric edge. I slap my hand over my mouth as I come against his tongue, my entire body shaking from the force of it. Graham grabs my hips, pressing his face into my wet, throbbing center, licking me through each wave, pulling every ounce of pleasure from my body in the way that only he’s been able to do.

When the sensations become too much, I gently push against his head and he goes willingly, his lips puffy, my arousal smeared and glistening on his face.

“Can I have you, honey?”

Instead of answering him with words, I pull up my dress, exposing my bottom half completely, and turn to the side, bending over a whiskey barrel and presenting myself to him. The moan he releases is deep and manly and makes my core clench. The rustle of Graham undoing his pants to free himself is the only noise filling the room while I wait for him. He doesn’t make me wait long, the hard mushroom head of his thick cock easily slides through my drenched core, nudging my center.

“Fuck, Hails, you’re so ready for me. Hold onto the barrel, honey, I want you so bad, I’m not going to be able to take it slow.”

He keeps his promise, bracing his hands on either side of my hips and driving his big dick home, filling me completely in one hard thrust. The air whooshes from my lungs, my body jerking forward, the hard wood of the barrel digging into my hip bones.

“This pussy. Jesus, Hailey, you feel so damn good. Can’t. Get. Enough.” His thrusts are practically unbridled, there’s zero finesse—it’s a man teetering on the edge of control as he takes what he wants, overcome with feral desire. And I’m the subject of it. It’s a heady feeling that I don’t ever want to end.

The orgasm comes from out of nowhere, barreling through me with a power that knocks the wind out of me, tears springing to my eyes as I shake under him, my nails digging into the wood of the barrel.

“Oh, hell yeah, honey, that’s it, come all over my cock. Such a good girl for me.”

My orgasm goes on and on as Graham continues to fuck into me, his hands holding me tight, cock pounding in and out of my body until he goes rigid, his cock jerking inside me, warm cum filling my center. His moans are feral, my name on his lips as he writhes behind me.

Any man I had been with before came silently, a soft, pathetic grunt that let me know he finished, but not Graham. Graham lets go completely, his husky voice moaning out my name and words of praise, letting me know exactly how good he feels.

I stand up as Graham’s hands collect my hair and push it off to one side, baring my neck to him. His lips meet the soft spot of skin at the base of my neck above my shoulders, kissing me gently and moaning quietly against my flesh. He turns me in his arms, eyes darting back and forth between my own, taking stock of me and how I’m feeling. My fingers instinctually move to my sore hips, my skin raw from the wood. Graham doesn’t miss a beat, dropping to his knees in front of me and lifting my dress, concern etched deep into his features.

“Hold it up for me, let me see you.”

I comply, pulling my dress up as his hands gently roam over the tender area on either side of my body. I look down, seeing the angry red marks and indentations the whiskey barrel left.

“I’m so sorry, honey, I got carried away. Are you alright?” His breath is cool against my warm skin, his lips descending and then connecting with my body, gently—lovingly—kissing over the marks that were left.

“I won’t be that rough with you again, Hailey. I’m so thankful you give your body to me, forgive me?”

I brush my fingers over the coarse hair of his short beard, smiling up at his handsome face. “There’s nothing to forgive. I trust you. I enjoyed it. If it was too much, I would tell you.”

His face softens but still shows that he doesn’t fully believe me.

“You promise? You’ll tell me if I’m ever too rough? Or if it’s ever too much for you? I never want to cause you pain.”

“Of course. I promise. You won’t hurt me, Graham.”

“Never, honey.”

He pulls me into a hug that’s so sweet and tender, the last piece of my heart falls into the abyss.

I’m completely in love with Graham Colson.

CHAPTER8

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“How wasthat date of yours, old man?” Liam asks while we drive the golf cart to one of our rickhouses. We’re meeting with our in-house event coordinator, Blaire, to talk with a couple who requested to meet the master distillers before they consider booking their wedding with us. Odd request, but Liam and I complied—slightly terrified of Blaire if we were to say no. She’s a sweet thing but definitely exudes a “don’t fuck with me” vibe, especially with Liam’s older brother Dallas as her boyfriend. Working for the Hayes family has always been great, and I’ve always been treated with respect, but I definitely get along with Liam the best. His two older brothers, Dallas and Sawyer, are a little rougher around the edges. One of them always seems to have a busted lip or a black eye, and while I know they box weekly at the gym, they just seem a little more unhinged than Liam or their younger brother, Carter.

“Best I ever had.”

“Damn. Gonna repeat it?”

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