Page 66 of Collision of Winters
“Yes, Sir.” I ducked down and pressed my face to him, and he chuckled. But that was obviously not enough, so I pulled down his underwear. Much better. This was what I wanted.
I caught him with my mouth and licked the length of his cock before I sucked him in, and Daddy let out a long breath and combed his fingers through my hair.
“What time is it?” He reached for his phone in his cupholder. “Mm… We land in an hour.”
Yeah, whatever, I was busy.
I snaked my tongue around his cock, coating him in spit, then sucked him harder and deeper. I wanted him in my throat.
It wasn’t long before he was rock hard, and that was when his grip on my hair tightened. So did his abs, which was just so fucking sexy.
“Fucking hell, baby,” he exhaled. “You’re such a good boy for Daddy.”
I hummed and redoubled my efforts.
Being a good boy was the bare minimum. If I wanted him to fall in love with me as quickly as possible, I needed a better formula. A mix between perfect cocksucker, caregiving sub, and goofball brat. Luckily, I’d come weirdly far just by being myself, but I could totally up my cocksucking game.
“Jesus.” He drew in a breath and tensed up. “You’re a little too good at that.”
Score.
He let his head fall back with another exhaled curse, and I could sense he was getting closer. I spurred him on each time I took him down my throat and swallowed around him. My vision blurred and my lungs burned, but it didn’t matter. He was my sole focus, and I slipped into an addictive rhythm when I sucked him as quickly as his chest rose and fell.
“Daddy’s gonna come, sweetheart,” he warned.
Yes, yes, yes!
I used my tongue a lot and took him deep once more, and that did it. He pushed me down on him and groaned, and he flooded my throat with hot ropes of come.
Success!
The nerves hit me from within the moment we landed.
I’d had just enough time to freshen up, pull on a pair of jeans and a hoodie, and strap in.
Daddy had wanted to take care of me earlier, but I felt now wasn’t the best time. After I got off, I seriously wanted a nap, and I had no time for that. But we planned on telling Chris and Dad about us today—and Yaya tomorrow when she came home from Boston—so I wanted to spend the night at Wade’s. Dad would get me tomorrow, and I actually looked forward to that. I’d missed him like crazy, and having Yaya as our neighbor came with serious perks. Plus, I didn’t want to rush things with Wade. Aside from the part where I wanted him to fall for me, of course.
Staying on that topic helped me battle the anxiety about what was to come today.
“Could I maybe have a sleepover with you three times a week?” I asked.
“I think three is an excellent number,” he agreed. “I don’t want to miss out on the stage where I get to pick you up for dates and little adventures.”
I beamed at him. He made me so freaking happy.
He reached across the aisle and squeezed my hand. “I’m also looking forward to those lunch dates you promised me.”
Abso-frickin-lutely. I was gonna visit him at work and stuff. Besides, he was dressed for work now, and it was hot as hell. Like, nice charcoal pants and a white button-down that fit him perfectly.
The pilot’s voice came over the PA system. “Welcome home to DC. The weather outside is gonna be increasingly shitty later today, but Alaska’s worse. Have a fine day. See you at work, Doc.”
I cracked up. Whoever that was clearly had my sense of humor.
Daddy also chuckled.
“Was that the Hyatt guy?” I asked.
He inclined his head. “You’ll get to meet him properly once your education starts. He’s probably our best pilot. He usually flies helicopters, but he’s licensed to fly every aircraft in our fleet.”
