Page 83 of Forbidden Hearts
“I’d like to think so.”
“Then, do you have plans for our sleepover?” Her voice is sultry, and I wish we weren’t here so I could give her a preview of my plans.
I drop my voice, even knowing my daughter can’t hear. “I plan to show you how I celebrate, and you’re going to enjoy every bit of pleasure I pull from your body. I’m going to make you light up the sky.”
She grins. “I can’t wait.”
Neither fucking can I.
* * *
Phoebe’s hot mouth is wrapped around my cock, taking me deep. “That’s it, sweetheart, take me deeper,” I instruct.
Not that she needs much instruction when her just being near me is enough to set me off. I don’t know what it is about this girl, but I am unable to stop myself.
The second I knew for sure that Olivia was asleep, I scooped Phoebe off the couch and tossed her onto my bed.
We tumbled together, kissing, tearing each other’s clothes off, both of us desperate for the other. She came once already as I proved to her that the last two times I’d eaten her out weren’t flukes. Then she stood, pulled me to my feet, and dropped to her knees.
I nearly came when she looked up through those long lashes and asked me to tell her how I liked it.
Like this. I like it just like this.
“You are so good,” I praise her. “You feel so good, look so perfect on your knees with my cock in your mouth. Do you like it?”
She moans around my dick, and my head falls back. “Fuck, Phoebe.”
I’m losing control. I want to be inside her again, to make her orgasm harder than she did last night.
My hand is tangled in her hair as I pump my hips, and it becomes too much, so I move quickly, missing the feel of her mouth already.
Then I’m pulling her to her feet and chuckling at the pout she gives me. “I was enjoying that.”
“Oh, so was I,” I say before I take her mouth with mine.
She is more than I ever dreamed. She’s warm and willing but also cold and defiant. It’s a mixture blending together into something that is just so her.
Phoebe places her hand on my chest, trying to push me back onto the bed. I allow it, but she looks a bit too smug as she stands at the end of the bed. “It’s my night.” She tilts her head to the side. “I want to celebrate.”
“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” If I’m being honest, I’m definitely winning tonight as well.
“Oh, we are, but . . . I really want to celebrate.”
“And what do you have in mind?” I ask, lacing my fingers behind my head.
She climbs up on the bed and braces herself over me, letting her hair hang in a curtain around us. “You.”
“I’m all yours, sweetheart. Use me to celebrate your victory.”
Her lips press against mine, and I can feel her heat. I grab her hips, dimpling her flesh as I squeeze.
“I want”—she kisses me softly—“to have”—another kiss—“my way.”
I bite her lip. “Fuck me, Phoebe, and have whatever you want.”
She sinks down, and I could die. Her body is so tight, and while last night I was deep inside her, this angle feels even better.
I push her up, angling her hips forward and her chest back. She’s so beautiful, so perfect, so much better than I deserve.
