Page 92 of Don't Call Me Daddy
It’s purpose.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Leo
“You’re really good at this.” I look up from the planning spreadsheet Ivy created, mapping out every detail, down to the allocated bathroom breaks for the festival performers and three alternate plans of action if a show goes on for longer than expected.
To say this will be the biggest Phantom Festival we’ve ever had is an understatement. I had no idea what I was doing by giving Ivy free rein of the planning, but seeing the details from her imagination laid out into tactful plans feels like pure alchemy, like she’s brought our little festival to life with the twitch of her nose.
“Don’t act so surprised. I might not look like I have my shit together, but I can be responsible when I need to be, especially when it’s something that’s important to me.”
She rolls her eyes and tosses a throw pillow in my direction. I duck just in time, and it knocks down an unlit candle and several framed photos.
I shoot her a warning glare, and her shoulders creep up her neck.
“Oops.” She bites her bottom lip, looking so fucking cute and not at all apologetic—which I can tell by that crooked grin she’s hiding and the way her eyes sparkle with mischief, like she’s begging me to do something, to react and give her what she wants. What we both so desperately want.
It’s been almost a week since she had my cock in her mouth right here on this couch, and I’ll admit, it’s been the highlight reel playing in the back of my mind ever since. As much as I’d love to cancel all our plans, lock the doors, close all the windows, and do nothing but fuck her until I get this feral urge out of my system, I’ve actually had to work.
This festival is important to my family and to this town, and for the first time in my life, I want to be a part of creating an experience that serves no other purpose other than to be fun. It’s a novel idea to me, but being around Ivy Lane is like sitting in the sun and expecting not to feel warm. She has this effect on me, like she’s thawing out my frozen heart, making me all warm and tingly and filled with … hope? All I know is, I’ve found myself examining my motives for everything I do, asking myself the hard questions about why I want the things I want, and challenging my beliefs about everything.
I can’t say that it’s been comfortable, though I suppose going from one extreme to another so quickly wouldn’t be … but there’s a pleasure in the pain that’s almost as addictive as Ivy herself.
A shard of glass hits the floor with a tink, and I lift an eyebrow as I send her a warning look, loving the way her eyes light up as she holds my gaze. The little brat is practically begging for a punishment.
“Do you really think that breaking my belongings is the right way to ask for attention?”
She shrugs like she can’t be bothered to answer, knowing that her lack of response irritates me.
“Get up.” My voice comes out clipped. “Come over here.” I toss a throw pillow at my feet. “Get on your knees.”
It takes a moment for my demand to register, but then her eyes widen, and she hops off her chair, moving to kneel on the pillow in front of me, her chest heaving just a little. I bet if I felt her pulse right now, I’d find it racing from excitement, and the thought of how eager my girl is to please me has my cock twitching behind my jeans.
We haven’t gone past oral, not because I haven’t wanted to, but because I’ve been holding out for the right moment. I want Ivy to feel sure about this because, truth be told, I’m happy with any scrap of her body she’ll give me.
I slide my hand around the base of her neck, pulling her hair just hard enough to make her smile as I force her head up to look at me. Fuck, she’s so pretty, sitting on her knees for me, looking like she’d love for me to shove my cock down her throat, make her drink my cum.
“Look at you, so desperate for my cock.” I swipe my thumb over her full bottom lip, and her tongue traces behind my finger, wetting her lip in anticipation.
I unbuckle my belt with my free hand, then slide down my zipper, freeing my painful erection. Fuck, it feels so good to be longed for. No one’s ever looked at me the way Ivy looks at me. It’s like she can’t get enough, and nothing I do is too much for her, rather it’s the perfect amount.
I work my cock with my free hand, pulsing and pumping myself as I hold her chin steady in the other. I watch those shapely, pouty lips, so jealous of my hand, and her hands move to my thighs, ready to help me.
“What makes you think I should let you suck me off after you’ve been so disrespectful?”
She opens her mouth to argue, but I shake my head.
“You think I haven’t noticed those little outfits you’ve been wearing to work all week.”
I trail my hand down her neck, where I trace her delicate collarbone. I fucking love her neck, how fragile it is and the way her whole body responds when I touch it.
“You think I like the idea of everyone in the office looking at my girl?” I slide my hand further down her chest. “You think I want anyone knowing how fucking perfect these tits are?”
I flick my thumb over her hardened nipple, and her head falls back as she lets out a whimper. Then I pinch it, making her whole body jump.
“If you wanted my attention, you should have asked me nicely. There’s no reason to throw pillows at my head.” I tug her chin, directing her gaze to the shards of broken glass on the floor. “Just look at the mess you made. Are you even sorry?”
Her smirk, which she quickly tries to hide, is all the answer I need.
