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“Do it,” he said in a strained voice, “And I won’t be leaving.”
I unbuttoned his pants with two fingers.
“Perrie.”
Undid the zipper.
“Shit.”
And slipped my hand inside, cupping his rock hard cock with my hand.
He flipped.
His kisses were deeper, harder. His hand slid beneath my shirt, cupping my bare breast and really teasing my nipples as his tongue teased mine. Pinching, circling, rubbing, he pulled my nipple into an almost painful point.
I stroked my fingers along his hard length, gasping between kisses. He fisted my hair and pulled my head back, taking his lips down the curve of my neck. My skin tingled as he pushed my shirt right up under my arms and cupped one of my tits.
His mouth found that, too.
Found the nipple he’d just toyed with.
He sucked and nipped and grazed. More and more desire built inside me, and him, too, if the throbbing of his cock was a guide.
I wanted to rip his mouth from my breast, yank his cock from his pants, and sink him inside me. Wanted to wrap my legs around him, to flip him over, to ride him until he blacked out and I couldn’t do it anymore.
I wanted to kill this ache, to relieve myself of this stupid fucking need that had taken over my body.
He let go of my nipple with a smack of his lips and brought his mouth to my ear. “I’m going to fuck you, Perrie. You asked for it. So, I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name.”
“Bring it,” I breathed.
His eyes bore into mine, promises and threats and need all rolled into one tidy little package that mirrored my own gaze, I was sure.
I didn’t care anymore.
Didn’t care that it was wrong.
I wanted it more than I cared.
He yanked my shorts down my legs, knocking the laundry basket off the corner of the bed, before pulling me against him. Clothes flew everywhere, but I didn’t care. I was wet and ready—I didn’t need or want more. I wanted to cut to the chase and—
“Dad?” A sleepy voice asked from somewhere in the hall. “Are you back yet? Dad?”
“Motherfucker,” Adrian whispered. He scrambled off me and flicked my short at me at the same time he zipped his pants. Skipping the button altogether, he buckled his belt and headed for the door. “Zacco? You all right?”
“You’re back.” Zac came into view right as I pulled my shorts over my ass and had tugged my t-shirt down with my other hand. “Where’s your shirt?”
“I was gonna get a shower before waking you up,” Adrian lied smoothly.
“Oh.” Zac rubbed his eyes. “I heard a bang.”
Adrian glanced back at the laundry basket.
Foiled by his own rush.
If my clit weren’t still throbbing, I’d find a kind of poetic justice in that.
“Sorry. Perrie knocked the laundry basket off in her sleep.”
I pretended to yawn. “Sorry, Zac. I forgot I’d put it there. I fell asleep watching TV.”
He looked around his dad at me. “It’s okay. Are we going now?”
Adrian nodded curtly. “Go grab your stuff, okay?”
“’Kay.” Zac trotted off, still rubbing his eyes.
Adrian turned back to me.
I threw him his shirt and tie. “I guess you should have been more careful.”
He shrugged the shirt on and approached me, stopping just inches in front of me. Buttoning it, he said in a low voice, “Your eyes are twinkling, but I know you’re just as pissed as me right now.” He glanced at my nipples, still poking against the shirt. “Next time, it won’t matter. Next time, I’ll put him to bed again then come back to yours.”
“Promises, promises.”
He stuffed the tie in his pocket. Then, he gripped my chin, forcing me to look him right in his eyes. “Promises? No. Promises is me telling you that next time, you’ll sit your wet pussy on my face while my cock is in your mouth. Promises is me telling you that when you’ve come in my mouth, I’ll flip you onto your knees and fuck you until you can’t breathe. Promises is me telling you that you’ll scream into the sheets while you beg me for mercy you won’t get. Promises is that when we’re done…You’ll still want more.”
I swallowed hard.
“Next time,” he murmured, taking his voice to almost a whisper. “I won’t fuck around. I want you, Perrie, and come hell or high water, I will fucking have you.”
That was all he said, because right then, Zac reappeared, his stuffed dinosaur stuffed beneath his arm and his bag on the other.
“Dad?”
“Thanks for keeping him a little longer.” Adrian kissed me on the cheek and stepped back, his personality flipping one-eighty. “Make sure you come and lock the door after me.”
Dumbfounded, all I could do was nod.
“Thanks for letting me stay,” Zac echoed. “I had fun with Lola.”
I forced a smile and hoped he thought it was real. “You’re very welcome, sweetie. Be good for your dad now, okay?”
