Page 109 of Don't Call Me Daddy
I grab a bottle of water from the side table and twist off the top before handing it to her. She rolls her eyes, then takes a big gulp before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and passing it back.
I quirk a brow. “You good?”
She takes another deep breath and nods, and I don’t know why, but seeing her so exhausted, the way her cheeks are flushed pink, knowing she looks like this from fucking me … it’s feeding my ego in a whole new way.
I grip her ass and flip her over so that I’m on top, but we’re still propped up at an angle against the pillows and the headboard. At first, it takes her by surprise, but when I start driving my cock deep inside her, she quickly wraps her legs around my waist to take me deeper.
Fucking hell, this woman is so damn perfect. It’s painful knowing I can’t keep her. But I can’t think about that right now. I need to savor every touch, every glance, every goddamn stroke while I can, which is exactly what I plan to do.
I reach for the other candle on the side table, pausing my movements for just a moment as I hold it between us. Her eyes widen with excitement, and she bites her lip.
“This one’s a little more intense. You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”
She nods, and I pour the wax over my forearm to test the temperature. It’s hot, but not unbearable and quickly dries. That’s going to be fun to get out of my body hair later … but at least Ivy doesn’t have that problem.
I drip the wax over her shoulder, a little at first, but when her head falls back with a moan, I add a little more, letting it pool on her shoulder and drip down her chest.
“Oh fuck, Leo. It’s so hot; it feels amazing on my skin,” she moans, sticking her chest out as she rolls her hips over my cock.
Christ. I should’ve known it wouldn’t be too much, that she’d get off on the pain, just like I do.
I tilt her chin. “Open your eyes, Ivy. I don’t care how good it feels. You want me to make you come again, then you keep your eyes on me. Do you understand?”
I move my hand to the back of her head, cradling her fragile neck and gripping her hair to keep her from moving as I drip another bead of wax lower. This time, it lands on the top of her breast.
She sucks in a hiss, but she does as she’s told, never letting her eyelids flutter closed.
“That’s my good little slut. You like the pain, but I’m not going to let you use it as an escape right now. I’m not going to let you deny this connection. You’re going to look at me in the eyes while I make you come because what we’re doing right now is so much more than fucking, and you know it as well as I do.”
I pick up my pace, driving my cock inside her more forcefully now as I take her with long, deep strokes. Fuck, it feels too good to be true. Her tits bounce in my face with every thrust as she digs her nails into my shoulders, holding on as we both lose ourselves to each other.
It’s like an out-of-body experience as we stare into each other’s eyes; it’s like there’s a magnet between us pulling us together, like we never even stood a chance of being apartbecause the universe would always bring us back here, back to this perfect moment.
My balls clench as my release builds, and I know I’m dangerously close. I feel the walls of her pussy clenching around me, and I know that she’s right there too. She lets out a whimper, her fingernails digging harder into my shoulders as her orgasm rushes to the surface.
I take the opportunity to pour more wax on her. This time, it lands on her breast just above her nipple, the thick, hot substance slowly sliding down.
“Oh God. Yes, Daddy. Daddy, I’m coming!” she cries out, and I feel her walls tighten all around me in an almost-painful grip.
She sucks in a breath and her eyelids flutter, but she doesn’t allow them to fall closed.
It’s a small victory, but it’s all I need because that little act of submission tells me that she feels this too.
I let myself fall. A rush of pleasure ripping through me, so intense that I see stars as I pump my cock, riding out the warm currents of my release.
Holy fuck, I’m in trouble.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Leo
I lace my fingers with Ivy’s underneath the table as Roman goes on and on about a new tenant in one of his rental properties.
It’s the night before the festival, and we’re at my parents’ house for family dinner, celebrating all our—and when I sayour, I meanIvy’s—hard work. She’s done so much to plan this festival, and thanks to all her creative ideas, I know it’s going to be the best one yet.
It’s hard to believe it’s already here. I can’t believe I only have three more days with her. I’ve already upgraded her flight to first class—though I haven’t told her about it yet—and upgraded her luggage to something bigger, something that can hold all her new clothes I bought her even though she still mostly wears the same three pairs of overalls all the time.
Fuck, I’m going to miss her.
