Page 18 of Praise Me: Pilot
A flutter of eyelashes. “No, Daddy.”
Dark power filters into my system, taking root. Becoming a new way of life. “Just so we’re clear. You left because you felt guilty for seducing me.”
She tilts her head back to look at me, nodding miserably.
Sweet girl.
“That might have been how it started, but not how it ended,” I say, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead. “It ended with you warm and happy in my arms. That’s where you’re going to stay from now on, isn’t it?”
“Uh-huh,” she murmurs, sounding dazed.
But then she jolts.
“Wait, but…” Green eyes race with the implications of what I said. “From now on? You’re making it sound l-like this is going to be a regular thing!”
“It is.”
“What?”
Good thing I have her cornered or she’d be sprinting for the lake right about now. Wanting to block her chances to get away, I stoop down and lift her up, groaning inwardly over the way her thighs circle my waist, her tits plumping against my chest when I press her into the tile wall. “I’m going to speak to your father about seeing you. And when I say I’m going to speak to him, I mean I’m going to tell him. Not ask for permission.”
“But! Don’t do that.” She’s staring at my mouth like it’ll save her life. “I…I didn’t agree to this. I just wanted us to hook up. Not be boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“Too bad.”
She gasps.
“We’re going to get through this ridiculous pool party. Then I’m going to bring you back to my hotel room and take your virginity.” I poise my mouth on top of hers, inhaling the mint fragrance of her breath. “You want to give it to me, don’t you, young lady?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her head falling back, eyes sliding closed. “Oh gosh, yes. B-but…I’m not going to be your girlfriend, so there’s no point in telling my father.”
“One year from today is going to be our anniversary. I’ll send you a calendar invite.”
Her mouth drops open, and I use that opportunity to stamp my lips down on top of hers like a period at the end of a sentence, holding myself there while she gives a token struggle, wiggling and writhing to get away, before giving up, melting with a mewl between me and the wall. It’s not until my tongue is in her mouth do I realize this is the first time I’ve kissed her—and that’s easily a bigger crime than fucking my friend’s daughter, because god almighty, her taste is immaculate. I’ve never considered myself a greedy man, but I’m a miser with her mouth now, growling into the hot, repeated consumption of her curious tongue, every stroke shooting an arrow of lust straight downward.
I’m not sure how long our mouths have been wrestling without a break, but she finally tears herself away, gasping, shaking, staring at my lips with dilated pupils.
“Oh boy,” she whispers. “My plan has officially backfired.”
I ride her slowly up and down the wall, her ass cheeks squeaking a little on the tile wall, her pussy hot and soft on my bulging zipper. “You set out to seduce me and now…?”
Her breath comes faster. “I’m the one who’s getting seduced. Into arelationship.”
“Even if your intention wasn’t to seduce me, Haylo, I’d still be mouth fucking you in this bathroom right now. You have no ideawhat you do to me. Make me stiff. Make my bones feel too tight. Make me feel like I’ve been missing something important my whole life. Nothing has been the same since I saw you. Nothing willeverbe the same.” I use the side of my face to angle her head left, raking my hungry, suctioning lips up the side of her neck, licking off her ocean breeze perfume so I can soak it into my blood. “Also…really, young lady? You show up in that slutty little bikini then act surprised when I demand to lock that ass down?”
“It’s not slutty! It covers everything important.”
Keeping eye contact, I use my teeth to yank aside one of the triangles of her top. “Look how easily it doesn’t.” I lap at her exposed nipple, listening to a purr kindle in her throat, her thighs tightening excitedly around my waist. “Tell the truth. You wore the bikini that was going to get Daddy to bang you the fastest.”
“M-maybe subconsciously…” she murmurs, dazed.
I bite at the skin below her ear, listening to her gasp. “Did you wake up wanting it without a condom in the sorority bathroom?”
“I was picturing it in the pool, actually,” she breathes, eyes sparkling flirtatiously, inviting another mind-blowing kiss with a flutter of her eyelashes, our lips back in devouring mode, slanting and taking, my bigger, older body flattening her tight, young one to the wall and mimicking the fuck I’m lusting to give her. Might have to give her, right here and now, no time to get back to the hotel. No time for a rubber. Not when my cock is like a flagpole in my jeans and she’s whining in encouragement every time I hump her.
“It’s going to hurt.”
“I don’t care.” She tugs the other triangle sideways, revealing her second tit. Pinching the nipple. Tugging. Leaving it pouty, just like her bottom lip when she says, “Make me a big girl, Daddy.”
