Page 28 of Troublemaker
“That hurt?” I asked her in a low, thick voice that didn’t sound like mine.
“Yes,” she said on a moan. “It hurt so good.”
“Good,” I said. “Because you’re never walking around like this again, where anyone can catch a glimpse ofmypussy. You hear me, sweetheart? Or next time Iwillkill someone.”
My pussy.
My everything.
Mine.
I delivered another slap for good measure, leaving another trail of blood. Her whole body rocked, wetness seeping out, sex and sunshine filling the air and making my cock so hard my slacks strangled it.
Lucy must have been watching it, because her eyes—those saucy, confident, take no prisoners eyes—grew round, dark, and hazy with desire.
“Yeah, he’s hard for you, troublemaker.” I murmured. “And I promise you’re going to become intimately acquainted with him. But for now, daddy wants to eat.”
I didn’t know where the word came from, but when I’d heard her getting off and calling me that earlier, it stirred up something inside of me. It woke up something that had been sleeping for a long time, maybe forever. I wanted, no,neededto care for her, provide for her, and protect her in every way she needed, too.
“Daddy?” she whispered, and then shook her head like she was bringing reality back. Her voice flattened. “What, you think I have daddy issues or something?”
I snorted. “Iknowyou have daddy issues. We both know I’m nothing like your father. Or any father. That’s not what this is about. Right here, right now, I’m going to give you everything you want, even if you didn’t know you wanted it. I’m going to take care of you, sweetheart, and yeah, that makes me your daddy in bed. And look,” I swiped my thumb up the seam of her cunt, pleased with the wetness that covered it and the way she writhed underneath me from the touch. Not only pleased, completely unmoored by the soft silk of her skin. “Look,” I repeated. “It’s obvious you like it.”
She blinked. She didn’t need to know how I knew she had a daddy kink, she just needed to know we’d explore it together. Lifting my thumb to my lips, I sucked it into my mouth, tasting starlight, and the worst and best of sins.
And that thread, the very last thread holding my control together, snapped.
Wrenching her thighs apart, I lifted her up and wrapped her legs around my neck, dragging blood all over her skin and notgiving a single fuck about it. No, not when angling her like this put me in the perfect position to get my mouth on her.
“Has anyone ever done this before?” I asked into her cunt, ready to go out and kill someone.
She shook her head. “No, no one’s ever?—”
Good enough.
I opened my mouth and licked her slit, tracing circles around but not on her clit, holding her tight while she squirmed.
“Still. Stay still,” I reprimanded. “If you don’t, I’ll tie you up so youcan’tmove.”
“Oh fuck, Coach,” she moaned.
I growled. “Not Coach. Not here. What do you call me when I’m licking your pussy?”
I waited, breathing on her and watching her try to twist away from the air from my lungs blowing over her clit.
“Daddy…”
“Yes, that’s it. That’s right. Good girl,” I praised and continued to lick her.
She liked that. Wetness poured out of her.
“What are you doing, you can’t…” she moaned again.
“Shhh, sweetheart,” I murmured. “Don’t tell me I can’t. Don’t tell me anything right now. Daddy’s eating, and he doesn’t want any interruptions.”
I bent my head back down, sucking on one lip of her pussy, then the other, biting gently for now, before making my way back up to her mound. I pressed kisses and bites and sucked on the soft, vulnerable skin, distantly aware I was going to leave marks and bruises but not caring. Distantly aware that this wasn’t how you treated a virgin. But based on the moans and whimpers coming out of that succulent mouth I wanted but couldn’t have, the little troublemaker didn’t care, either.
I’d eaten a lot of pussy in my life. Men who avoided it weren’t men, but fucking idiots. Sometimes it tasted good, sometimesnot so good. But this? Lucy’s cunt was more delicious than the juiciest of steaks, sweeter than the flourless chocolate cake I loved, richer than the reddest of wines. I could eat her and lick her forever, and never, ever need anything else. Especially as her swollen clit prodded my lower lip.
