Page 78 of Don't Call Me Daddy
I don’t know if I’m more embarrassed that I just came in my pants from a few minutes of heavy petting or annoyed that I told her to stop and she didn’t.
This fucking brat.
Ivy’s grin is almost too much to take as I stare back at her, looking so smug.
I’ve long forgotten about the game, that we’re supposed to be quiet and hiding. I don’t care about whether or not I should be doing what I’m doing with a woman thirteen years my junior. None of that matters anymore because all I see when I look at her ismyfucking brat that needs to be punished.
And I’ve been dreaming of the day when I get to be the one to do it.
I adjust myself, feeling the warm jizz drip down my cock as I glare at her. “You’re feeling pretty proud of yourself right now, aren’t you?”
She nods, her lips twitching at the corner as she tries to contain her smile, but her eyes tell me everything I need to know. She fucking loves this, loves seeing me fall apart, loves knowing that she has so much power over me that she could make me come in my pants, even against my fucking will.
I reach for my belt and begin unbuckling it, the high-pitched sound of the metal clinking filling the silence, and her eyes widen ever so slightly, but she doesn’t move.
This is the moment she’s been waiting for, isn’t it? This is what she’s been pushing me to do, so who am I to deny her what she wants? It’s time for me to teach my little brat a lesson …
“Get on your knees.” I don’t wait for her to catch on before I’m pushing her head down, and she reluctantly follows.
I see the confusion pulling between her brows, and fuck if it’s not exactly what I needed, the cherry on top of this whole scenario.
“You act like a fucking brat because you want me to punish you, isn’t that right, baby girl?”
I run my thumb along her jaw before tracing her full bottom lip. The sight of her on her knees, those big eyes staring up at me with anticipation, almost sends me over the edge. Hell, I can already feel myself getting hard again.
“Answer me,” I bark, tightening a fist in her hair.
She nods several times before whispering, “Yes.”
“Fuck, you look so hot like this. God, I want to fuck that smart mouth until your eyes water and you’re gagging on my cock.” I lean down and whisper, “And trust me, I intend to … but first, you’re going to clean up this mess you made … every fucking drop.”
I grip her hair, bringing her face closer as I shove my pants down with my free hand, and when she looks up at me … she has the fucking nerve to smile.
Jesus Christ, this woman is going to destroy me, but I can’t make myself care about that right now, not when she’s playing her part so well. I never thought I’d consider doing this again with someone, but here I am, throwing caution to the wind because the thought of missing out on this once-in-a-lifetime woman terrifies me more than my fear of rejection.
She wraps her hands around the back of my thighs as her bright eyes flick up to meet mine, and she licks her lips. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll clean up the mess.”
My head falls back against the hollow tree with a heavy thud as Ivy sticks out her warm pink tongue, and she does just that.
Fuck me, I’m in over my head. I’ve always had a sweet spot for brats, but I don’t think I’ve ever met one this headstrong, this fucking good at it, and as she licks every drop of cum clean from my body, I realize I’ve met my match.
I swipe the excess saliva from her lips with my thumb as I stare down at her in appreciation. “Such a good little slut. You love having my cum on your tongue, don’t you, baby girl?”
She reaches to stroke my once-again-hard shaft, but I swat her away. As much as it pains me, this is still a punishment even if she did enjoy it more than I’d anticipated.
“Ah-ah, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You might have cleaned up your mess, but I’m not finished with your punishment …”
Her eyes fall, and I swear I see a flash of disappointment on her face.
Fucking hell, I don’t know what I’m going to do with this woman.
“Did you see that? I think they’re back here?” I hear Roman’s voice just before his flashlight shocks us both back to the present moment and we remember what we’re supposed to be doing.
I pull Ivy to her feet and barely manage to buckle my belt before all three of my brothers burst through the tree branch barricade, flashlights and booze in hand.
“We found you! I knew we’d find you if we worked together!” Guy yells, throwing an arm around Roman’s shoulders in triumph.
“You two are really good hiders.” Luka points with the mostly empty bottle of whiskey and stumbles before catching his balance on a tree.
