Page 2 of Wooed By Daddy

I swallow hard at the softness of his voice. “She ruined my life, Grant, I can’t forgive her. I was pregnant that day I found them in bed together.”

“Was?” he questions.

“I lost the baby,” I whisper, my heart clenching at the loss that I feel so much every day.

He presses his lips against my head, and I close my eyes to allow the kindness and the affection, something I haven’t felt in a very long time. “I’m so sorry, Kelly.”

I nod, it’s not as hard to think about as it was a few weeks ago. Time is a healer.

As he holds me, something changes, the air between us thickens, my body heats, and my breathing deepens. I look up at the man that has always made my body react and see his eyes dark with lust. I suck in a sharp breath, and the raw need that his gorgeous green eyes hold. “Grant,” I whisper, unsure what the hell is going on but knowing what I’m feeling right now is a huge no-no. This man was married to my mom, he loved her for two damn years, and the only reason he’s not with her is because she’s dead.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Kelly, it fucking hurts to look at you.”

What?

Before I can say anything, his lips slam down against mine, his tongue slides into my mouth, his hand curling around the back of my neck as he takes the breath from me. This kiss is hot, heavy, and carnal.

He pushes me back against the wall, I’m in a lust-filled haze, it’s been over seven months since I last had sex, and Grant is making me feel as though I’m a teenager, I grasp his hair, pulling his mouth closer to mine.

He pulls the hem of my tee up and over my head. He smirks as he sees that I’m completely naked. “Fucking soaked,” he growls as he runs his finger through my folds. I gasp at his touch, unable to believe that this is actually happening.

It shouldn’t be happening, but as much as I know that it’s wrong, I can’t stop it. I want him. God, I want him so damn much.

He lifts me into the air, I hold onto him for dear life. There’s no warning, no gentleness as he pulls me down onto his thick cock. I release a strangled moan as I wrap my legs around his waist. His thickness stretches me, every thrust burning but mixed with pleasure. God, he’s feels so fucking good inside of me.

His mouth goes to my neck, where he sucks, bites, and marks me.

He thrusts into me savagely before pulling back and repeating the movement. I cry out with every movement. Never have I ever had anyone take me so dominantly before. Grant’s owning me with every single thrust.

“Please,” I plead as my pleasure begins to rise.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Goddamn it, Kelly, you’re so damn tight.”

I claw at his back, needing him to give me more, I’m so close.

“That’s it, baby,” he praises. “Come for me, I want to feel you detonate on my cock.”

I suck in a sharp breath at his words, he’s a dirty talker, something I hadn’t imagined before.

“Yes,” I hiss as he plunges deep inside of me.

“Come, Kelly, fucking come.”

I throw my head back as my body tightens, there’s no holding this off. I detonate, absolutely shatter in his arms. “Grant,” I cry out, my body utterly spent, but I hold on for dear life as he continues to thrust into me.

“So fucking perfect,” he grunts. “Just as I knew you’d be.”

I’m so lost in the pleasure that his words don’t fully penetrate. “Come,” I beg, unable to take much more.

He grits his teeth and hammers into me. He stills, shoving his face into my neck and groaning as he spills his cum inside of me.

We stay here panting, neither of us saying a word, but the air around us is heavy and filled with the elephant in the room.

“Fuck,” he grunts as he pulls out of me and fixes his pants. “That shouldn’t have happened,” he growls.

I stand here against the wall and stare at him in complete shock. What the fuck? I watch in absolute amazement as he walks out of my house without looking back.

Did he fuck me because I’m the closest thing to Helen?

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