Page 27 of Daddy Issues

I dipped my head and gave her other nipple a gentle nip through her shirt. Kenna grabbed my head, tangling her fingers in my hair. Jesus, even the way she did that turned me on.

The room was so small, the heady scent of her arousal tempted me. I pushed the shirt up, sucked a pretty little pebble into my lips and flicked my tongue across the barbell. Pleasure, the reward for the pain. Nip, suck. Back and forth, alternatingnipples while she mewled on the sink and my cock ached something fierce.

“Please…” she whispered, her head falling back against the mirror and her eyes squeezing shut. “No one has made me come in so long.” Then she giggled, catching my gaze as I looked up. “Except me.”

“I told you, I’m not going to fuck you in here.” I straightened and blew the hair she’d pulled loose from my face.

“But we can play.” Her eyelids fluttered open, and she lifted her legs, hooking the heels of her little boots onto the edge. The little skirt she wore rode up, so that I had a full view of the tiny piece of silk that covered her cunt. The fabric was already wet with her arousal.

My cock twitched again. “Fuck.” I was going to fuck her in the bathroom.

“Please…” She ran a finger between her breasts and lower, down her stomach, and between her thighs, across that piece of silk.

It was the way she said it, low and full of arousal, with her wet lips parted, and dragging a bright-red polished fingernail over her pussy. I reached for her, wrapping one hand around her throat and tracing her bottom lip with my thumb. Then I knocked her hand away, dragging my knuckles over her damp panties.

She bucked, grinding against my right hand, as little moans vibrated against the palm of my left.

“Ask again.”

“Please make me come.”

I flicked the little piece of jewelry at her hood.Damn. That one particular piercing was my kryptonite.

I gripped her throat tighter and pushed her panties to the side to give it a little tug.

“You’re like unwrapping a present.” When she nipped my thumb, I chuckled. “Keeps getting better and better.”

I rolled the little half-loop with balls on each end into the folds, against the apex of her sex, flicking it across her clit as I shoved two fingers into her pussy. She was so wet, so tight, I had to hold my breath to keep from moaning.

“Puck.” She groaned against my hold, then gagged a little.

I rubbed my thumb on her mouth in the same little circle and moved the one on her clit. A flush spread across those gorgeous tits, as I fucked her with my fingers.

Desire and need twisted together and ran through me in that dirty little bathroom as someone banged on the door.

“Fuck off!” I half shouted, half growled, sliding another finger inside her as she bucked against my hand.

I watched her as she came, those big eyes rolling back, her mouth open, hips trembling, her cunt clutching at my fingers. She bucked, head falling banging against the mirror as I watched the lips of her perfect little pussy hug my fingers.

“Good girl,” I whispered against her ear before nipping the lobe and reaching for my belt. “Now your turn.” I may not fuck her, but she was going to earn that orgasm.

The banging on the door echoed through the tiny room again, this time so hard it shook. “Fight in the parking lot!”

The urgency in Merc’s voice blew through my arousal. I was Sergeant at Arms and this was my job.

I let go of Kenna, wiped my hand on my pants, and jerked her shirt down. She was gasping and still trembling, leaving her like that was by far the hardest thing I’d ever done.

She slid from the sink and straightened her short little skirt. “Puck, wait.” She grabbed the front of my vest and tugged, so I leaned down.

“Next time…” She placed a kiss on my cheek. “I want you to come. When you do, I want you all over my nipples.” She pursedher lips and gave me a saucy look that made me want to bend her over my lap and smack her ass until she was gasping again.

All of it spoke to a part of me she wasn’t ready for. But not something I could cut off. “Talk like that to me again, sexy little brat, and I’ll come wherever I damn well please.”

I stood, opened the door, and lifted my brow. “But you’ll have to earn it.”

She opened her mouth to say something, then shut it.

There was something about Kenna that hit me square in the solar plexus. I could always see the broken pieces she tried to so damn hard to hide. Maybe because of that night, because of what I’d seen, I was overcome with this fierce desire to put them all back together

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