Page 35 of Accepted Precedent
“Please, what?”
“Please can I have your cock, Daddy?”
Mickey unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. Reaching in, he pulls out his perfect cock, and my mouth waters at the sight. “Let me see your tongue.” I open wide and stick it out a little. “Your reward for being my good girl is you get a taste—just one.”
Keeping my eyes on him, I take his thick cock in my hand, then swipe my tongue around the head, lapping up a few beads of precum. “Why only a taste?”
“Because any more and I’ll be tempted to fuck your throat while you play with your pretty pink pussy, making a mess on the floor.”
Defying him, I swirl my tongue a second time, then take all of him in one swift movement. His eyes darken as a growl rumbles in his chest. I pull off him with a pop and tease, “I don’t see a problem with that.”
“Food first, then I’m filling that smart mouth of yours. But if you still want to be a little brat, I’ll also fill your needy cunt over and over until you're pregnant with our child.”
“What?” Narrowing my eyes, I scoff, “You wouldn’t dare.”
As I stand, he grips the front of my throat, gently squeezing on the sides. “Want to try me, love?” I shake my head. “Then behave and let me make you a damn sandwich.” His eyes twinkle as he’s unable to hide his smile, and I can’t help the laugh bubbling out of me. “Go get dressed. I’ll have it ready in five or ten minutes.”
I grab my purse and my way to the bedroom. My phone buzzes again; this time I check it.
Andrew
I’ll be home early in the morning. I need to shower and change before interviews. I would do it at Finn’s but he has a bunch of dogs and I don’t want to deal with possible dog hair on my suit.
I’m guessing you’re busy with Mick?
Love you.
I scurry the rest of the way to the bedroom as I type my reply.
Not busy. Love you too.
There are dancing bubbles but they disappear.
Once I’m in my room, I sift through my dresser in search of the right clothes for the occasion—none of my slinky lingerie would fit me. There’s nothing sexy about any of my pajamas. I close the drawers and try Andrew’s, pulling out a dark green tee and gray sweatpants. They aren’t the least bit sexy, but I’m about to eat a bunch of cheese. Sexy is already off the table. I toss my destroyed blouse, remove my bra, and change into Andrew’s clothes. Rushing back to the kitchen, I stuff my phone in my pocket. It drags my pants down a little and I tie them a little tighter.
Mick glances up as I approach, pouring gin into a lowball glass with ice. “Hey, angel. Is there a reason you lied to your husband?”
“What?” My breath catches and eyes widen. “Wh-what did I lie about?”
He caps the gin and takes out his phone, tapping in his code, then sliding it across the counter to me. It’s open to a text conversation, including a screenshot of my conversation with Andrew. I hesitantly read it.
Andrew Adams
Evie said she’s not busy. I thought for sure you would have already had her tied to the bed by now.
I toyed with her a little but I’m not fucking your wife tonight.
Hundred dollars says by the time I’m home one of you will give in.
Make it five hundred.
Perfect. I’ll use it to send Evie to the spa after you’ve twisted her into a pretzel.
See you in the morning, Daddy.
Be good for my brother.
He’s a grouchy asshole tonight. We’ll probably get him drunk, but I’ll be sure to take his phone so he doesn’t call Ileah.
