“I want you in my mouth.” She moaned, stretching her neck towards me, attempting to reach it.
“That’s where it belongs.” I secured her in the rig, the straps holding her in place, naked, vulnerable. “Now, be a good girl and open,” I ordered, before pulling her lips to my engorged head with a voracious growl.
The feeling of her hot mouth sucking deeper as I pulled her on to me... fuck. Just fuck. If there was ever a hint that God made her for me, it was this.
“You’re such a precious love,” I crooned, gripping the straps of the suspension chair and using them to pull her towards me, giving me the leverage I needed to plunge to the back of her throat as she hung upside down. My eyes settled on her breasts, a total turn-on. They bobbed and swayed as I picked up the pace. “You’re taking it so well. Keep being good for me, and I’m going to fuck your mouth as if I’m spanking the back of your throat. That’s what you want, isn’t it? For your daddy to force you?” I pulled away, allowing her to speak, in case she needed to use her safe word.
Her breathing labored, I gently plucked at her stiff nipples, waiting.
“I do. It turns me on when you’re aggressive with me. I don’t know why it does, but it’s like when you act that way, you have the remote control to my pussy.”
Her already hard nipples tightened further, and I reminded her, “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is tap my thigh, okay?”
“Like this?” she asked, acting it out. “That’s our signal, but I know I won’t need it. I love it when you control me, and I don’t have a gag reflex.”
I pulled away and met her eyes. Her pupils were fathomless, filled with desire, and I asked, “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Duke. I belong to you.” She parted her mouth, and I slid past her lips.
My cock pulsed within, making my will to dominate her that much stronger.
I ran my thumb teasingly along the soft skin of her inner thigh. “That’s right. Never forget it,” I said, skating on the razor’s edge of what was right, knowing how it would hurt my best friend to find out I was fucking his daughter.
My words to her promised us a future together, and our prospects as they related to forever were tenuous. Tell that to the possessive voice inside my head. The same one that had been staking its claim on Clover ever since we entered the club—mine.
A smile spread across my face as I leaned in, pushing myself down her throat and watching in awe as she took me eagerly, moaning around my thickness while running her wet, velvety tongue back and forth across the tip until my eyes rolled to the back of my head from pleasure. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she focused on enjoying every inch of me, compelling me to thrust even harder.
“Open your eyes and look at Daddy.” I growled, shoving my cock with one hard thrust after the other while sliding a hand to her clit, rubbing and tweaking it in the way that made her wriggle with lust. The pleasure was immense, and it took all of my strength not to burst right then and there. Instead, I kept going until I felt her breath become more ragged and knew she was close, too. “Don’t you dare stop sucking, baby girl. Or I’m not letting you come.”
I continued ravaging her throat, encouraging her with my verbal direction. “Keep that pretty little mouth open for me when I’m fucking it.”
My body was on fire as I jackhammered my hips at her face, strumming her slippery wet clit, working it until she squirmed under my hand, chasing her release. She continued to writhe against me, chasing her pleasure, and I raised my palm, bringing it down to deliver a sharp swat to her pussy. “What did I say about who was in charge?”
Her eyes grew misty with apology, and I continued to coach her as I caressed her cheeks. “You didn’t know any better, baby girl. Only Daddy gets to make you come. Don’t move, and let me take control.” My fingers returned expertly to the intoxicating place between her legs as my hips rocked against her face.
The silky heat behind her lips suckled me once more, and I fucked her mouth as if it were my personal pleasure palace. Each thrust caused her head to bob up and down in a steady rhythm that matched the beat of my heart.
Our eyes locked as my hand moved between us, working my fingers into her and firmly swirling around her bud, coaxing out her orgasm. She moaned as my other hand pulled her head closer, pushing deeper into her mouth with every thrust. I could feel the tension in her body increasing as I pushed down harder on her most sensitive spot until, with a loud moan, she shuddered and released into pleasure. Her tongue flicked against me as I released a deep groan, and felt her swallow my cum down the back of her throat.
I stood above her, breathing, until my heart rate came down off the ceiling. She took her own time to recover from being whopped over the head by the climax club. Once able to breathe, still shaky and trembling with lust, I unbuckled her from the suspension rig, helped her to stand, and wrapped her in my arms before helping her dress.
One thing was certain: After this weekend, I needed space and time to think about us, and my logic flew out the window whenever she was around. The fact that she’d proven herself to be an Olympic medal-worthy cock worshiper wouldn’t make keeping my distance any easier.
14
CLOVER
Iknow I can do this.
Or so I told myself, walking in the frigid morning air from The Inn to The Daily Grind, bracing myself to invite Duke for dinner with my father, just the three of us. I knew convincing him it was safe to reveal our relationship to my dad wouldn’t be easy, but it would be worth it. My sneakers moved over solid cement, my stride making bold progress.
The brisk morning chilled me from ears to toes, yet the wonderful memories of our weekend together warmed me from within.
Work didn’t feel like work. Because Duke was there, my shifts were like Christmas every day. I got to be in the same place as him, brushing my arm against his as we both poured coffee, hearing his deep, soothing voice as he took customer orders, and salivating over simple things like how he carried himself with a commanding air of self-confidence, his powerful well-muscled body moving with easy grace.
It was enough to make me want to create a career out of being a barista. Only everybody kept telling me it should only be a short-term option.
Now that the family decided to seek a new place to live in Briarville, my parents and grandparents had asked me questions. The main thread of the conversation being, “Did we really set you free from the family business just so you could serve people’s coffee, breakfast, and lunch every day?”