Page 71 of Laila Manning
“You weren’t though.” She shook her head, gripping the front of my tux. “You weren’t right there.”
“I’m sorry.” I kicked myself, hating that she got as far away from me as she did. “Fucking hell, Laila. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Make me forget.” She clung to me tighter. “Make it all disappear. You’re the only one that makes my head just—stop.”
“What do you need?” I pulled her face back so I could see her, “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
“Touch me.” She whispered with her eyes still closed. “Make me feel good the way only you can.”
“Dove,” I groaned, fighting the demon inside of me that ached to take what she was offering.
“Please.” She begged, “I need to escape, and you give me that out.” She opened her eyes, and tears swam in the chocolate depths of her irises. “Please.”
I growled in my chest, unable to stop the predatory noise. “Promise me this is what you actually want.” I fought to stay in control of my body as my need to consume her and help her rose inside.
“I promise.” She agreed eagerly without hesitation, “I need you, I’m tired of you treating me with kid gloves. I need you.”
After cracking my neck, I ran my hands down her waist to her hips, drawing her close against me. “I’m not fucking you in a conference room amidst a panic attack, Dove.”
“Zeke, please—” She cried desperately.
“Enough.” I commanded, and she stopped and bit her lip to stay quiet as I stared down at her. “The first time I slide into your body, you’re going to be mindless from all the orgasms I’ve already given toyou. You’ll be drunk on the need and the pleasure, desperate for me exactly how I’ve been for you every single second of every single day since I first heard you moan my name in your dreams.”
“God.” She panted, rocking her body forward as my erection grew against her stomach.
“I’m not fucking you here, but I’ll make you feel so fucking good you won’t even notice that I’m not buried deep inside of you.”
“Please.” She mewed, licking her lips, and sliding her hands up and down my chest. “Please, Daddy. Take care of me.”
“Stay still.” I commanded, leaning down to kiss her lips and then down to her neck. “Don’t move.”
“Okay.” she whispered, loosening her grip as I backed away from her delicious body.
I pulled an armless chair off the wall and sat it in the middle of the room, watching her as she trembled where I had left her, watching me. I undid the tie around my neck and pulled it free, laying it over the back of the chair before unbuttoning my jacket and taking it off, adding it to the tie. She watched me silently, with her hands gripped tight in front of her like she was fighting her desire to disobey me and move.
I undid the cufflinks on my wrists and rolled my sleeves up, watching her stare at every move I made as I sank down onto the chair. I leaned back and spread my feet wide.
“Sit.” I commanded, running my hand up and down my thigh.
“What?” She stammered as her eyes flicked from my thigh to my face.
“Straddle my knee. Now, Dove.”
Her chest rose and fell quickly above the neckline of her dress. “Zeke, I—” She shook her head, letting fear and uncertainty fill her head instead of the lust she was consumed with moments ago.
“You can.” I corrected, spreading my legs further apart. “Straddle my knee and ride me until you come.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“I already told you; you can.” I patted my knee, and her throat bobbed as she swallowed, “And you will. Because Daddy told you to.”
She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly before taking one step, and then another, toward me until she stood at my feet.
“Good girl.” I praised her, and she smiled cautiously at me. “Pull your skirt open and sit.” I patted my leg again, “I want to feel your hot pussy right here, Dove.”
She reached for the slit of her dress with shaking fingers, pulling the skirt open, revealing a sexy pair of red lace panties underneath it as she elegantly stepped forward, straddling my thigh and slowly lowered herself down onto it. We were eye to eye as she trembled in my lap.
“You begged me to touch you.” I feathered the back of my fingers over her cheek to her neck, over the erratic pulse point and then to her delicate collarbones right above her breasts. Breasts I ached to see and taste again, but I fought my own needs to fulfill hers. “To make you forget.” I skimmed my fingertips over the swells of those tempting breasts, and her head tipped back as she pushed her chest forward into my chest. “Make yourself forget, Dove.” I slid my hands over her waist and then into the opening of her skirt to hold her hips. “Ride my thigh and come all over me. Be my good girl and take what you need from me.”
