Page 35 of Rough Daddy
"Then scale up. Wholesale, maybe licensing deals." He's getting as excited as I am now, and seeing him light up aboutourfuture makes my heart race. "We could build an empire. You and me."
You and me.
I launch myself at him, kissing him hard, trying to pour all my love and guilt and desperate hope into the contact.
His length presses into my hip and on instinct I fall to my knees.
“Baby.” His eyes narrow as my hands work his belt. “You need to ask. Say, can I suck your cock, Daddy?”
Hesitation steals my breath for a second, but the fire in his eyes urges me on.
“Please, Daddy, can I suck you?”
He nods, nostrils flaring, releasing the monster from behind his pants.
I don’t hesitate as my lips encircle his thick length, my hands fumbling to guide him deeper. His girth strains against the limits of my mouth, but I tilt my chin up, swiping my tongue over the veined ridge. A guttural moan vibrates through me when he seems to thicken in my mouth.
“Jesus, baby,” he roars, fingers tangling in my hair. “Look at you, taking my dick like a good little cocksucker. Christ, you’re good. Suck harder, baby.” His hips jerk forward, nearly choking me before I brace myself, throat burning but greedy for more. The iron-rich salt of his skin explodes on my tongue, and I start to crave it like a junkie. I’m even enjoying the burn where his fist tangles in my hair.
“I’m not gonna fucking last,” he chokes, voice cracking as I hum around him, swirling my mouth into a rhythm that has him cursing in long strings.
His breath hitches when I open my throat, my nose pressed against his body, my airway totally blocked, spit streaming from my bottom lip.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful like that. Look up at me, I want to see those eyes as my cock gets stuffed down your throat.”
My eyes water violently as I gag, reflexive coughs erupting between desperate gulps of air. A shaky sob escapes when he stills inside me, a salty precursor to what’s about to happen spreading over my taste buds.
His massive body tightens, then shakes violently.
“Shit, baby—” he groans, as I swallow down the creamy spend.
His shaft jerks in my grip as I take the last spurts, working my throat around the tip until he’s calling for God and I feel like I just won the lottery.
When I’m shaking, covered in cum and spit, he drags me from my knees onto his lap.
“You okay?” That fear returns to his eyes. “Did I hurt you?”
“I’m fine.” I swipe the back of my hand over my swollen lips. “I loved it. Let me try again. This time—”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I gotta ease into this. You’re gonna be the one to break me if you’re not careful.”
His lips crash against mine before I can argue. One hand circles my neck with a squeeze. “Daddy likes to control your breath, baby. Now get in my bed, I’ve got a few things of my own I want to try.”
I wiggle on his lap, clapping, my voice a hiss as his hand tightens around my throat. “Teach me, Daddy. Teach me how to be a good girl.”
“I will. Trust me, I will.”
Twelve
Tessa
The sound of Beau making coffee pulls me from sleep.
I'm lying in his bed, wearing nothing but his Snap-On t-shirt, staring at the wooden ceiling beams while guilt eats me alive from the inside out.
Yesterday was perfect. Too perfect. For the whole day, I forgot about everything except the way this man worships my body, the way he makes me feel cherished and protected and owned.
My phone sits on the nightstand where I left it last night, and I can see the screen lighting up with notifications. Messages I've been ignoring while I played house with a man who doesn't even know my real name.
