Page 95 of More, Daddy
He sips his coffee, eyeing me over the mug the entire time. When he puts it back down, his voice is low when he says, “Not a good feeling, is it?”
I lick my lips, the few bites of waffle in my belly turning sour. “I’m sorry, West. You know I’m sorry.” I can’t help myself—and I’ve been sitting on this for quite some time. “You went on a date with Mary Grace whoever. It’s why I logged off that night. I was watching your screen and saw you read her message and schedule a date.” I find the guts–heart racing–to look up at him. “Austin is just a friend. At least I didn’t go on a date with him. Not for over a year.”
He clasps his hands together atop the table, sinking backinto his chair. He looks handsome in the morning, at home, feet bare, hair mussed. I can’t quite get a read on him, but knowing what I do, my gut tells me I just need to wait it out.
Let him work through whatever anger resides. And while he does, prove to him that I am the woman fromVeiled, that I am the woman he loves, not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually.
“It’s just… am I living here? Are we a couple? Will people know? I need to know what’s going on, West. If only so I don’t upset you further and make an assumption that isn’t mine to make.”
The chair creaks as he leans forward, over the table, hands coming to grip his mug. Eyes still on me, he takes a sip, then says, “You made me fall for you, then told me you don’t exist, not in the capacity in which I thought you did.” Ignoring my comments about Mary Grace and the day, he takes another sip of coffee, those menacing eyes burning holes into mine. “Forgive me if I need some time.”
I nod, not wanting to rush him, wanting him to know I'd be willing to wait forever if he needed it. “Punish me, please,” I whisper, my toes curling against the hardwood beneath me, ass clenching too. “Let me earn my way back to you.” I’ve already explained why I lied about being Cadence, and he understands. But I understand that even though he gets the logic, his heart is still hurting. And I don’t want that.
His coffee spills as he shoves the table aside, lifting his ass off the chair long enough to shove his jeans and boxers to his thighs. In his lap, he fists his erection, hard and long.
“Get over here and sit on it,” he commands, but I haven’t even processed that we were just talking a moment ago, and now he’s rock hard, out, waiting for me to ride him. He shouts my name. “Briar.” My eyes snap up to his, abandoning his dick. “Get the fuck over here and sit on my cock.”
I shimmy out of my leggings, leaving them in a heap on the floor as I straddle him, my stomach fluttering as he reaches between us to guide himself into me.
I groan as I sink down on him, my belly flooding with fullness, my cunt wincing in discomfort. I’m still not used to fucking, riding, being stretched and used. But I’ll get used to it. Because I love taking my pleasure from the man I love.
With his hands on my hips, he bounces me on his cock, and I can’t keep the tiny gasps from spilling out of me.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I moan, eyes closed, focusing on the way pain so easily twists into undeniable pleasure. My clit throbs, and I want to reach down and touch it, but I can’t, because West is pressing a phone in my hand, the other still viciously gripping my hip.
“Call him. Right now.” West’s eyes pierce mine as he thrusts up, impaling me harder, deeper. “Call Reeves. Tell him it’s done.”
His hand leaves my hip just long enough to tug my tank down, exposing one breast. He leans forward, sinking his teeth into the stiff peak of my breast, threatening.
“We-we’re only f-f-frien…” I can’t finish my sentence, because his free hand is playing with my clit, the other one sunk so deep into my hip that I know there will be a bruise there tomorrow. I can’t wait.
“Not anymore, you’re fucking not.” He takes his finger from my clit, and hooks the side of my mouth. Spitting at my lips, his saliva is warm on my tongue, dripping down my chin. “Earn your way back to me, babygirl. Make the fucking call.” He spits again, and again. And I swallow twice. “You belong to me now.”
I don’t even know when he got my phone or where it was for the last twenty minutes. But, bouncing, my eyes threateningto roll back with every heavenly plunge, I manage to find Austin in my contacts, and I hit CALL.
West’s hand slides up the back of my scalp, he yanks, sending a burn through my head. My face numbs for a moment from shock.
“Hey Briar,” Austin answers, his tone light and sweet, like he always is.
God this phone call is really going to confuse him.
“He-ey, Austin,” I say, trying to sound normal and not like the man of my dreams is bouncing me on his dick.
West’s lips flatten together and his focus pinches, growing serious. “Tell him,” he grits out, before hooking a thumb in my mouth, giving himself a runway to spit.
“What was that?” Austin asks as I lick my lips and swallow down his saliva, my eyes on him.
“Nothing…” I breathe out, my orgasm quickly sinking down my spine, flooding my hips, taking control of my choices. “I can’t be friends with you anymore,” I blurt out, desperate to end the call so I can come. “I’m sorry. I have to g-g-o,” I murmur, letting the phone slip out of my palm as my head falls back and my eyes roll shut. His strong thighs flex beneath me, reminding me that I’m with him—the man of my dreams.
West shakes his head, snatching my phone off the floor, bringing it back to my ear. Austin hasn’t hung up yet, and West quietly growls, “I want him to hear you come.”
I shake my head. Austin doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t have feelings for me anymore, and—my head is yanked back, and more spit hits my tongue as I pant and writhe in West’s lap. “Daddy wants your friend to hear how you come apart for him. Don’t disobey Daddy.”
“Aus-Austin, you there?” I murmur, sweat making mybody slick as West tugs my shirt, bringing out my other breast.
“Are you okay, Briar? You sound weird.”
West sinks his teeth into my flesh, nibbling and licking until he’s sucking my nipple, his cock so deep all I can do is stifle a moan. My orgasm is right there. I look into his eyes, dark and mysterious, beautiful and handsome, and he nods. “Do it.”
