Page 119 of Who's Your Daddy
She nods, eyes dilated and hungry. “And then I’m going to have my way with you. So do you think you can be quiet or am I using this last tie on your mouth?”
The entire thing is too hot and for some reason I want her to do it. I want her to control every one of my senses. “You can try,” I droll.
She laughs, it’s a bit raspy and hellishly sexy. “It would be my pleasure.” She leans over me, those tits of hers in my face, and I bite at them as she ties both my hands to the top posts. I’m naked and like a starfish, my cock so hard it’s beginning to pulse against my stomach.
Lola licks across my chin to my lips and then moans right before wrapping the last of the satin around my mouth, making it impossible for me to speak. “God, you’re hot like this.”
With my words stolen, I can do nothing but watch as Lola shimmies her sexy body down my own and then when she settles between my thighs, I groan. Fuck yes, she’s going to suck my cock.
She licks across the head and makes the hottest fucking sound when she moans in delight right as she sucks me down her throat. Good girl is what I want to tell her. The fucking best girl ever. She takes me all the way to the back and the gagging sound she makes has my balls tightening. Fuck, if she keeps that up I’m going to come. I want to see her naked and riding me but I can’t say it. I just have to take whatever she gives me.
Lola continues to lick and suck, she fondles my balls and I whimper and pull at my restraints. The need to touch her is all consuming and when she pulls back and undoes her bra, revealing her perfect tits, and then rubs them all over my cock, teasing me with every inch of her perfect body, a wave rolls through me.
She slides her panties down and grinds her wet pussy against my cock. “Look what you do to me, Mr. Murphy.”
Fuck, I’m going to come.
She leans back and with one hand she plays with my balls while she grinds her silky wet clit against my impossibly hard cock. It feelsso fucking good.
I squeeze my eyes shut and she tuts, “Eyes open, Mr. Murphy. You’re not going to want to miss this.”
“Holy fuck,” I mumble around the tie. It’s jumbled but she hears it just the same and it has her smiling.
She sits up just a bit and then takes my cock in her hand, lining me up to take her. The moment she slides me inside of her perfect body I pulse in excitement. This—this woman, this moment, every single bit of it—is perfect. She sets her hands down on my chest and then she pushes all the way down, stealing my fucking breath. Her head lolls to the side. “Fuck yes, you feel so good, Mr. Murphy.”
I whimper beneath her as she begins to ride me, making slow waves roll through me with every swivel of her hips. She’s chasing her own orgasm, her skin is flushed, her nipples hard pebbles, and her gorgeous hair is a glorious curtain around us. Finally, fucking finally, she leans forward and tugs the satin of the tie with her teeth and presses her lips to mine. I don’t get a word in because the moment her tongue tangles with mine, there’s not a single thing left to say.
We’re doing this, Lola and I. We’re in this for the long haul. And as she steals her first orgasm, I know that even without the use of my hands right now, I’m never letting this woman go.
Chapter 42
Lola
Ipop in the tab for Exhibit Q and add the group of text messages. Although I rarely agree with a word from Amy’s mouth, I’ll admit that putting together Exhibits is the worst.
With a couple of taps, I even out the stack, then sigh in relief. I miss our paper juggers but at least it’s finally done.
Any time now, Sloane will be here. She picked the boys up from school, and when Cal finishes up in court, we’re all headed upstairs for a round-robin Ping-Pong tournament before dinner.
I never could have imagined looking forward to something as ordinary as cooking dinner and hanging out with my bosses in the world’s shittiest apartment, but here I am. Sitting around the Ping-Pong table laughing with the guys has become my favorite pastime. Helping with homework is a privilege, reading a book with Murphy the best way to wind down. There’s no shortage of entertainment in the presence of all these men—big or small. Sully’s grumbles and Brian’s huffs when Cal attempts to get them to smile—which he does constantly—are amusing. Even doing dishes with one of the guys has become a cherished activity.
“Are you humming?”
Sloane’s sharp accusation startles me and I drop the pile ofpapers. Half land on the table, while the rest flutter to the floor, covering the hideous gold carpet in a blanket of white.
“Fuck.” I crouch and snatch up one paper after another.
“That’s more like it,” Sloane teases, dropping down next to me.
Head bowed as I scramble to pick up the pages, I chuckle. “I’m supposed to be usingfuckless.”
Papers in hand, she narrows her eyes on me.
“What? I figured you’d appreciate it?” I snatch the last three papers from the floor and stand. “Better example for your son too.”
“Yeah, less cursing would be great.” She hands her stack to me. “But I want to know why you look like that?”
“Like what?” I roll my lips together trying to fight the perma grin Brian has accused me of wearing so much lately.
