Page 77 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
If I let myself sink in—if I let myself go—I could easily come down her throat. It never happens fast, but Harper…she’s like a drug, and I’ve only gotten my first taste of what she can do to me.
I allow the building pressure to swell low in my gut, but I pull free of her mouth to cut off the impending orgasm.
No. I want to plant my seed in her drenched little puss. The poor abused thing has some more punishment to take.
Drool trails from her mouth, but I’ve never seen Harper look so peaceful before.
I wipe the mess from her face, petting back her hair and meeting her gaze. There’s so much emotion there, and not the kind she usually has on display. This is deeper. More meaningful.
My heart beats hard. Just once. And its pang is deep.
Pulling in a slow breath, I settle these reactions for later. I have one more thing I need from Harper before I can let her get the rest she needs.
Untying her completely, I lay her back against the mattress and slowly strip my shirt off. Her gaze snaps to me, watching as I reveal my skin in inches.
I’m tempted to leave my pants on, to maintain this barrier and amp up my dominance over her, but it’s unnecessary.
She’s handed over full control; she deserves a reward.
When I’m nude and crawling back between her legs, she lifts a lazy hand to draw it over my shoulders and down my arms. Over my chest, nails scraping through the hair there and lower as I brush my aching cock through her folds.
Everything inside of me draws tight at the contact. The softness she offers me when I’ve been more than rough with her.
I don’t need to ask, but I do. “You ready for me?”
“Mmm. Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s what I like to hear, princess.” Sliding into her is like coming home. I don’t do any special gymnastics, no hard unrelenting beat, I simply enjoy her wet heat and the way her muscles contract around me.
It’s so easy to tuck her under me, to envelop her completely with my body, to relish in the soft touches of her exploring my body.
I cup the back of her head and tip her face to mine, drawing out a tender kiss that leaves me breathless.
Without rushing, my pleasure rises like warm water around me, ready to boil me alive.
Before I know it, my hips are seeking on their own, pushing me toward that blissful edge. It’s her touch, traipsing down my spine that does me in.
I reach between us to rub her clit, to make her come with me. I want to feel her wringing herself dry on my cock before I fill her up.
She responds beautifully, moaning softly in my ear until she jerks and pulses, gripping me like she can break me off inside her.
Sinking into her, I let myself go, relishing in the way her entire body trembles under me.
There was no need to break Harper. She’s already broken. But this, the way she still clings to me like she’s afraid I’m going to disappear…it ruins me.
28
HARPER
It’s been two weeks, and all four of us have been digging and trying to put the pieces together. Even though I feel like I’m beating my head against a concrete wall, at least I don’t have to hide my research from them any longer.
They’ve let me in. We go over what we’ve tried and where we’ve looked over dinner, but once dinner is over…they take turns distracting me.
Some nights, I slip into one bed after another, but most nights one of them tucks me in beside them with the obvious desire not to share.
No matter what, they’re taking care of me.
It’s probably the only reason I haven’t thrown a full blown fit over my lack of progress. I made such headway, and it’s all stalled. I don’t feel any closer to figuring out who killed my dad than two weeks ago.
