Page 26 of Sweeter

Bravery, Faulkner. No need to be mean, just say what you feel.“Sometimes. You want to make it all on your own but no one does. I know you’re uncomfortable with asking favors, I know management wanted celebrities here, so I thought I was making things easier for you. I should have done it better. I should have told Anna what I was doing, but I didn’t bring Jessop here for anything or anyone but you, baby.”

Marley stares at me, for a minute I think she’s going to yell, then the corners of her mouth turn down. “Fine. I’m too proud. I’m too scared to talk to celebrities or push them to come to my events or wear my stuff on Instagram. Objectively, you did me a favor. This is great for my brand. But I still hate that you brought your twenty-three-year-old, Malibu barbie-looking ex to my fucking art show.”

My chest contracts. I want to sprint across the room and pull her into my arms, but my higher instincts tell me that’s the fourth dumbest idea of all time. Instead, I press my hand to my chest. My heart. “Baby, what do you want me to tell you? You want me to tell you that you’re fifty times more beautiful and talented than Jessop? Because you are.”

“I’m not.” Tears are sparkling in Marley’s eyes. “Objectively, I’m not and I know I shouldn’t care but—”

“You don’t have to care, you just fuckingare.” I swallow. “Marley, baby, you’re the only woman I’ve ever really loved. I stayed in Montana for you. I’ve built my life around you and I love it that way because the best thing I’ve ever done is support you and your art.”

“You mean it?” The tears are falling now, down Marley’s cheeks and onto her dress. I move forward without thinking, or feeling my feet on the ground. I wipe them away. “I’ve never meant anything more.”

Then we’re kissing, deep and slow. I feel Marley shudder beneath my hands and a similar reverb goes through my body. A relaxation, or a recognition of right and good this all feels. Marley pulls away and looks right into my face. “Daddy?”

Another tremor goes through me. There was a time when she couldn’t say it seriously or sincerely anywhere but in bed, but now I can feel her sincerity. Her need. I pull her even closer. “Yes princess?”

“I need you.”

I close my eyes, cock throbbing. “What should I do, princess? Should I show you how much I love you with my mouth?”

Marley nods softly into my shoulder. I don’t need more of an indication. I pick her up and push her back onto the make up desk. “Legs apart please, princess.”

She squirms a little, hesitates. I gently but firmly push her thighs wider. “Do what I say, baby. You don’t want me to be disappointed, do you?”

Marley shakes her head and opens her legs so I can settle between them. I moan as I realize she’s not wearing any underwear. Thank god for the person who invented dresses like this—so silky and sheer you can’t have underwear beneath them.

I kiss the inside of her right knee and Marley’s hand weave through my hair. “Daddy, what if someone comes in?”

“Then they’ll see what a bad girl you are.” I lick the line of her left thigh. “But they won’t come in. I won’t let them.”

“You’ll take care of me?” Marley looks at me and I see a trace of her former uncertainty in her eyes. I kiss her right thigh, hard as I would kiss her mouth. “Always.”

She makes a happy sound. “Thank you, daddy.”

“You don’t need to thank you. You just need to close your eyes and come on my face. Can you do that for me baby?”

Her knees close around my shoulder. “Mmm hmm.”

I lean forward and lick her slowly and softly, moaning as I go. In seconds my cock goes from hard to aching. I’ve done this a million times, but the taste and smell of her always blows my mind. Marley’s pussy is like sunsets or sundaes, it never stops being amazing. I lick faster and Marley’s grip on my hair tightens like she’s about to come. I’m not surprised. Heightened emotional states do things to my princess. They make her hypersensitive and desperate for comfort. I imagine all the people below, admiring her work and wondering where she is and I smile into her gorgeous folds.

“Daddy,” she moans. “Daddy, please.”

I keep licking and lapping, feeling her shift and sure enough within seconds she’s shuddering and sobbing. I keep going, tasting her climax until she’s so sensitive she gently shoves me away. I smile and wipe my hand on the back of my hand. “Oh, you like that princess? You like it when daddy takes care of you?”

Marley nods, but that’s not good enough. I bite the inside of her thigh. “What was that?”

“Yes, daddy, I like it.”

“Good. And you know how much I fucking love you don’t you, baby? How proud I am of you?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good.” Then it comes out, something I wasn’t expecting. Something I never would have planned to say while I gave my girlfriend head on an empty desk at her art show. “Good, because I’m gonna fucking marry you.”

Marley freezes. She lets go of my hair. “Did you just…?”

I hustle back on my knees, kind of stunned yet not in the least bit nervous. “I don’t know. I don’t think it was a proper one. An official one.”

Marley’s eyes are round as coins. “Do you wish it was?”

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