Page 18 of His Wicked Obsession

Arching into him, I close my eyes and savor his lips on my neck, his calloused hands on my hips and thighs. I ignore the voice whispering in my ear, instead delighting in everything my Daddy is about to give me and praying I can hold onto him forever.

CHAPTER 10

Donato

Fuck. Breed. Own.

The three words run on repeat in my head the more she touches me…allows me to touch her. There is nothing I want more than to tie Bella to me forever, and right now, she’s giving me the opportunity.

One I’m not about to squander.

My hands are rough as they drift down her body, grabbing and squishing her velvety skin. Fuck, I love her curves. There are so many delicious dips and valleys for me to explore, and now that she’s given me permission, I plan to spend the rest of my life discovering what it is she likes.

“Tell me, cara mia, what do you want from your Daddy?” My cock jerks every time one of us says that damn word. Kissing down her frame, I wait for her to respond as I nudge her thighs open. “Bella,” I whisper against her belly, biting the flesh until her eyes open.

“You bit me,” she accuses, staring at the red mark I left behind.

I do it again, and she gasps. “I’m going to keep doing it. There’s just so damn much of you to touch and taste.” A flush tints her cheeks. I know what she will say, so I cut her off. “Don’t even fucking think it. You’re perfect exactly as you are.” Her eyes close again, and she takes a deep breath before nodding her head. “Now, tell me what you want from me.”

Her mouth opens and closes a few times before she finally sighs, “Everything.”

“I’ll give it to you,” I promise as I dip my head between her thighs, placing kisses along the inside, loving the heat flowing off her pussy in waves of need.

Already, I can see how wet she is for me, how much she wants everything I’m doing. I’ve always been a man of action, so pleasing her is entirely my pleasure.

Opening my mouth over her untried cunt, I run my tongue up her folds and flick at her clit. Her legs tense, and a loud moan escapes her parted lips. “Daddy.” Electric shivers race down my spine at her reaction.

Kissing her pussy tenderly, I enjoy teasing her by avoiding the one place she wants my tongue most. “You taste like ripe peaches. Sweet with a hint of tang.” I could become addicted. Hell, I already am.

“More, Daddy, please.” I love the way her voice catches as she begs. Shaking my head as her hips move up, searching for the friction she needs, I kiss her swollen pearl.

Her fingers brush through my hair, holding me closer while trying to pull me away, and I grin. She’s such a greedy girl for Daddy. Using my tongue, I shower her with pleasure, showing her exactly how I feel about being her man, making her curious about the things I crave doing to her.

My mouth and face are soaked with her juices, and still, I somehow need more. Slipping a finger into her tight heat, she cries out again. Her head moves side to side as she pumps her hips into the air towards me, shaking in my hold.

When I feel her fingers clenching my hair, tugging on the strands, I know she’s closer. Ecstasy rushes to the surface, and I’m dying to hear her scream out her need for me. Burying my face between her thighs, I hold her hips roughly, hoping she’ll bruise, and suck on her little nub.

Her body responds, pulsing and shaking as she cries out in orgasm, the noises echoing around the room like our own little sexual symphony.

“Look at Daddy,” I demand. I need her eyes, I need to know she’s with me. She gasps when I begin kissing my way back up her body. Pushing her shirt up and giving a suckle to each erect nipple, grazing the sensitive buds with my teeth before pulling away, taking her lips, and allowing her to taste herself. “You’re fucking delicious, cara mia.”

Molding us to each other, I move down her neck, nibbling along the column, leaving love bites until I reach the sensitive spot behind her ear. And that’s when I hear it.

Dirty fucking whore. He wants to vomit from your taste.

If it weren’t for the way her body tensed and she whimpered, I’d think it was my own imagination.

Leaning up, I catch the tears in her eyes before she closes them and forces herself to relax under me. I couldn’t have heard that right. Right? If the voices are in her head, then why the fuck did I just hear it? What the fuck is going on?

“You’re fucking addictive, cara mia. I could eat your pussy for days, weeks, as long as you’ll let me.” Her eyes flare with surprise, and I know I’m correct in what I heard—which raises my suspicions because that’s not a voice in her head, it’s a voice in her ear.

And that is something I can fix. I will fix.

“Donato?” I lift up to look into her soulful eyes. The tears still swim, the self-loathing ever present, but behind that, I see her. I see my sweet Bella, who is desperate to accept everything I’m telling her.

“Yeah, cara mia?” Kissing along her cheeks—the round little apples that look ripe as a baby’s bottom when she smiles so big she can’t contain it—I move to nip at her jaw and hover over her lips.

“Why did you say that?” She licks her lips, and I groan when I feel her tongue across mine, too.

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