Page 28 of Praise Me: Pilot
Haylo is on my lap in the back of a town car, our luggage stowed in the trunk.
I’ve barely been able to speak to her, because she can’t stop kissing me. Perhaps her love of a man in a pilot’s uniform is wrapped up in daddy issues, but I find I don’t give a fuck when her tongue is in my mouth and she’s trying to mount herself on my dick through my uniform pants.
“We’re almost at the hotel,” I grind out, her heat scorching me through my fly. Making me long and hard. “Before we get there, I need to warn you about something.”
“I know. You’re going to be rough with me.” She melts into me, sucking at my neck like it’s made of candy, her hips scooting around, doing her best to turn me into a geyser. “I’m ready for rough, Daddy.”
My hand grips her throat of its own volition, and she goes languid at my show of force, whimpering, held in an upright position by my touch. “We’ll see how rough you can take it,young lady.” My thumbs meet in the hollow of her throat, stroking. “Don’t panic, but your father is in town, too. Out of pure coincidence, he worked a leg from Boston to Barcelona.” I slip my hands down to her tits, kneading them inside her pink tank top. “I’ve informed him that you belong to me now.”
Christ, I sound like an evil overlord, but I don’t think I would speak like this if she didn’t like it. If she didn’t sway toward me with heavy eyelids over those possessive words that I mean with every fiber of my being. “What did he say?”
“He’s not happy. Does that bother you?”
She looks at my chin for several silent seconds. “I think every daughter hopes their father approves of the man she chooses to be with, so it makes me a little sad. But I also think he’d be out of his mind not to approve of you. Eventually, he will.”
“Then I’ll hope for his approval for your sake.”
“Not for yours?”
I nod, searching for the right words to explain the animal instincts she’s roused inside of me. “Haylo, trying to earn his approval gives him power over me. I won’t allow another man to have any authority over me. When it comes to you, I’m the authority.”
“I know,” she whispers, a shudder passing through her sexy little body.
“You like it that way?”
She’s nodding enthusiastically before I even finish asking the question.
I slip my hand up the back of her skirt and knead one of her ass cheeks. “Good girl.”
Haylo goes back to kissing me like she’s trying to climb inside my body and never come out, and I absorb every second of her perfection, planning all the ways I’m going to make love to her tonight. Wondering if it’s too soon to propose.
“I wish I could come with you on every trip,” she murmurs against my mouth. “If only it weren’t for those pesky college courses. Which I am mysteriously absent from right now.”
“You won’t be coming on trips with me, angel. Not unless they’re vacations.”
“What do you mean?”
“There’s a flight school in Nashville, only about ten miles from the university. I’m looking into buying it. Taking it over, so I can be close to you.”
Her vivid green eyes fill with tears. “But…really?”
“Really.”
“Why?”
“You’re worth changing everything, Haylo.”
She sucks in a tremulous breath, her tears overflowing. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I rasp into an impassioned kiss, my chest on the verge of bursting. “I’ll do everything in my power to show you how much.”
Minutes later, we’re in the luxurious hotel lobby checking into our suite. Haylo is tucked into my side, earning me envious looks from every bastard in the establishment. It’s obvious I’m going to ride her like a wild animal as soon as we’re behind closed doors. There’s no other way this plays out when she’s all over me, whining adorably in my ear for me to hurry.
When we’ve finally gotten the key, we wheel our carry-ons to the brass elevator, taking it up to the sixteenth floor. I’m relieved we haven’t crossed paths with her father yet, because I’m not in the right frame of mind for an argument. Not now. I want to be wrapped in Haylo’s smooth thighs, her wrists bound above herhead while I rut her bareback. I’m going to make her tell me she loves me approximately a thousand times tonight. Again and again. I’ll never get sick of hearing that vow from her.
Impatient to get her naked, I fairly drag her off the elevator—
Coming face to face with her father. The nonplussed brunette to his left.
