Page 68 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
This time, her hand curls into my hair, and she writhes under my ministrations. I track every move. Every twitch. Every pulse. As she clamps down and finds a new release.
I eat her through another orgasm, her limbs pliable and loose.
My cock is hard, aching, and leaking precum when she comes on my face. I would gladly drown in her. I already feel like I am.
Tipping her on her side, I crawl up behind her, shaft bobbing against her cheek before I slide between her thighs, rubbing against her sensitive core. After a few strokes, I rear back and press myself against her asshole.
I give the barest pause for her to tell me no, but I doubt she will. I’ve seen all her darkest, dirtiest moments. There’s no need to hide what she likes from me.
Working myself into her ass makes her louder, whimpers and moans mixing as I stretch her open. Once I fill her completely, my hand grips her hip but my other curls around her throat again, keeping her back pressed into my chest.
Her mouth hangs open as I plunder her ass, and I take pleasure in the way all her best parts jiggle. Every piece of her is tantalizing.
Harper reaches back to tangle her fingers in my hair, and I’m undeniably infatuated with this version of her. The one that lets me dominate her. That has her giving into my whims. That keeps her from protesting, arguing with me like the brat she is.
I pull her leg over my hip to thrust more earnestly. Her fingers tighten in my hair, her breath hitching.
She likes anal. Something about her past partners flipped on when they fucked her ass. More ruthless. Rougher. And that’s exactly what she craves. I can see it in her.
I’ve always seen it in her.
“Are you going to come with me in your ass?”
Her response is a soft keening.
I strum my fingers over her clit. She contracts around me, and I let myself moan softly into her hair.
That seems to trigger a stronger response in her, has her moving against me, over my cock and against my hand.
It takes longer to build her up this time, and I’m already imagining how long she will last amongst the three of us.
She struggles against the pleasure as she climbs, as she comes again. Harper’s entire being seems to shake, and I roll us both onto our backs, her still nestled over my cock.
My knees spread hers, locking her in place, and the weight of her helps sink her down into my thrusts.
Her hands curl into her sheets as I take her. It won’t be long now. I can’t stop the harsh swing of my hips, the heavy rutting that has my balls drawing up and hot pleasure coiling low in my gut.
The bliss that half-blitzes out my cognitive function has me pushing her hips down over me as I swirl us together. As I savor every feeling she offers me access to.
I hold her to me as we pulse together. My cock is still hard, but the rest of me finally relaxes. I don’t want to let go of her, but the way the sun is finally peeking through the curtained windows means I will have to. And soon.
I hate it.
25
HARPER
It’s the weekend—the only time I’m allowed a modicum of freedom. Granted, I wake up early out of habit now, so I slip down into the kitchen to distract myself with some good old comfort baking.
I have cookies in the oven, which makes the entire first floor smell of vanilla and cinnamon. Mmm.
I’ve also got a breakfast platter going, bacon keeping warm, eggs simmering away in a tomato sauce for my own version ofshashuka, toast and hash browns heaping on their own plates, and I also cut up a tray of fruit.
I love the domestic feeling. It allows me a type of control I don’t naturally find elsewhere. I can make dishes and feed loved ones with simple skills I learned over years of cooking for Dad because Mom isn’t one to spend much time in the kitchen.
She’s super smart and driven, which also made her more absent than Dad. And I’ve always enjoyed taking care of him in the mornings. Something so small became our routine as our days got busier.
Besides, my dad gave me whatever I wanted. Whatever I asked for. Even when I was a brat. I never wanted him to think I didn’t appreciate it.
