Page 50 of Grump Daddy's Baby

“Ouch.”

Kai rolls his eyes at me and begins to round my bed to get out the door. But me…yeah, I’m still an asshole.

And, since he didn’t play nice last night, I’m definitely going to volley that ball right back in his court.

I throw the covers off my body. I’m still naked underneath and I immediately gain Kai’s attention at the end of my bed.

I stretch, enjoying the aches my body has because—again—Kai does all sorts of things to me that I’m not going to gripe about. I feel his attention on me as I raise my arms over my head and yawn, closing my eyes as innocent as the day I was born.

“Fuck, Molly,” he grinds out, and I open my lids to find Kai’s now-dark blue eyes roaming down the length of me as he tosses his t-shirt aimlessly in the room and crawls back onto my bed.

My lips quirk into another smile as his palms cup underneath my thighs and he yanks my body down and off my pillows.

He has no qualms about it after that and dives right between my thighs. His tongue lashes out against my already wet clit and I moan in instant pleasure.

His black tattoos ripple across his shoulder blades and biceps, danger residing in the most sensitive part of my body and I couldn’t wish it away if I wanted to.

Lacing my fingers through his thick hair, I shamelessly arch my back to gain more of him.

I want everything Kai has to offer and I’m unashamed to admit that. If we’re together—and God knows how long it’ll be until we are again—I’m going to take advantage of everything I can get this man to do and vice versa.

“I thought you were leaving,” I jeer lightly as my breathing picks up. My orgasm surprisingly already wants to crest over and explode against his lips as he makes out with my cunt.

“You knew what you were doing, sweetheart,” he grumbles, sinking his teeth into my inner thigh and earning a small little squeal from me. “You just want me to lose my entire mind on this body again. And we haven’t even scratched the surface yet.”

Geezus.

Is he serious?

This manwreckedme last night. I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open when he fucked me until I literally almost passed out.

I’d love to say that he’s thinking too highly of himself, but I’m not sure that I could physically handle it this soon so I keep my mouth shut.

Instead, I endorse all the things Kai wants to do with his mouth, as the view alone makes me feel butterflies in my stomach.

It makes me wonder if I could do the same thing to him when I take his cock in my mouth and calm him down from all the constant chaos that seems to be alive in his head.

“Damn, Kai,” I moan. “Ease up. You’re killing me.”

His answer—two thick fingers shoved into me because he either wants to kill me and blame it on a heart attack to see if he could get away with murder or to see how fully he can get me to break.

I hate him.

And I love what he’s doing at the same time.

Apparently, I didn’t know how much I enjoyed it rough, because the only aggressive things my ex-boyfriends ever did was maybe pull my hair a bit but it wasn’tthis.

I wasn’t aware that my whole existence was about to be altered from just meeting a man at a bar who didn’t want to go on a blind date.

The apex of my orgasm splits through me like a hurricane as I chant Kai’s name over and over again, receiving his fingers and mouth continuously until I can’t function anymore.

I’m dead.

Again.

When I’m a pile of skin and bones, I see Kai move off the bed again and I force myself tonotallow this opportunity to pass me by.

With all the strength I can muster, I get into a sitting position and notice that Kai’s brow is perked but he’s got a small smile painted on his features as he stands at the end of the bed again.

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