Page 45 of Troublemaker
The sound that came out of her was unholy, and also the sexiest fucking sound I’d ever heard in my entire goddamn life.
Still.
“Say ‘yes, daddy,’” I said. “Say yes, or I’ll just edge you for a while.”
She shook her head weakly.
I laughed. It sounded almost diabolical.
“Yes, daddy.”
I could barely hear her, she was so hoarse from screaming my name and the way I’d worked her throat earlier. But the wordsdid something to me. I didn’t want responsibility for anyone, but for her…
For her I’d take on every task, commit to every ask, fulfill every request, just to see her goddamn smile.
I wanted to tell her that.
I wanted to kiss her.
I couldn’t do either. It would take us down a dangerous path of intimacy and expectations that would lead nowhere but trouble, and she was enough trouble as it was.
Instead, I smacked her ass again.
“Poor sweetheart,” I murmured. “Don’t worry. Once I make a mess of your pussy, I’ll take care of you. Hydrate you, clean you up, and then we’ll startallover.”
“Oh god.” She groaned, and I couldn’t tell if that was a goodoh godor a bad one, but I was beyond caring by that point.
Not when I leaned back and looked at her pussy, red, swollen, raw, and begging for my cock.
So I gave it to her. No warm up, no preamble, just shoved right in and settled back into the home that was her pussy, tugging her head back by her hair, and went to fucking town. The slap of my hips against hers was the second best sound I’d ever heard, wet and almost echoing through the otherwise quiet room.
“One more,” I demanded.
“I—”
I cut her off with an especially hard thrust. “Yes, you can. One more for me, little troublemaker.”
To make sure it happened, I bent forward and bit down on her neck.
With a cry—the first best sound—she came, shuddering, cunt clenching and releasing around my cock. That’s all it took, everything in me narrowing down to the feeling of where we connected, and I came, filling her full.
My life practically flashed in front of my eyes—my future, at least—and there she was, with me in all of it.
It scared the shit out of me even if it made me come harder than ever.
I wanted that.
Couldn’t have it.
Didn’t deserve to have it.
And once she figured that out, she’d move on.
But I was going to use her sweet body and luxuriate in her sweet scent and memorize every inch of her before that happened.
So when I was finished coming, I did exactly as I’d promised. Placed her on the desk gently as she trembled, soothing her, stroking her, finding water and lifting her head so she could slowly sip it, cleaned off her pussy with my suit jacket, and then…
…fucked her all over again.
