“Patience, baby.” He bit the inside of my thigh and then kissed it to take away the sting. With a hand under my ass, he flipped me over onto my stomach and kissed the top of my ass and worked his way back up my body. His fingers remained below my waist, lightly trailing down my ass crack.
I squirmed.
“Such a beautiful ass.” He tapped my hole; the bundle of nerves spasmed. I gasped.
“I want to know every inch of you, Kylie,” he whispered in my ear and circled my rose bud a few times before pressing the tip of his finger in.
“Daddy, please.” I wanted him. Maybe not in my ass, at least not tonight, but I needed him to fill me up. Make me feel whole. Remind me how he would consume my mind and my body and how I will love it and love him for giving me what I needed.
“What do you want, Kylie girl?” He tugged on my earlobe with his teeth.
“I want you inside me, Daddy.” The desperation in my voice would be embarrassing tomorrow, but now it was necessary. “Please, Dadd–”
Before I finished the sentence, his cock slid inside my pussy. He entered me from behind but twisted my torso to plunge his tongue into my mouth for a scorching kiss. I was sure it would cause us both to spontaneously combust.
His cock hit me at an angle where all my senses went on high alert. “Oh, yes, Daddy, please keep doing that?”
“Oh, baby, you feel so good wrapped around me.” He slid in deep, my body gripping him, not wanting him to get away. “I love being inside of you.”
“I you. Love. Daddy, oh, Daddy. Please.” I was talking in love jumbles, not able to put a full coherent sentence together, but I was using the right words to get him to keep touching me like that, kissing me like that. Fucking me like that.
He stopped and rolled us onto our sides. He lifted my thigh, cradling my body against his before reaching down and gripping my ass with both hands. The pain blossomed and settled into pleasure as he scraped my insides at a different angle and pulled me on and off his cock.
“Fuck, Kylie, come for me, baby.” He ground himself deeply. “Can you cum like this?” He did it again. His pelvis rubbing my clit with the right amount of pressure.
“Yes, Daddy.” I rocked against him, feeling a spark and a sudden stillness. That moment of trepidation when you aren’t sure whether your orgasm will explode or retreat. Thankfully, it was the former. “Oh, yes, Daddy. I’m coming.”
“Fuck, baby.” His cock swelled and spasmed inside me as he came, the condom a thin barrier between us. It sparked more aftershocks in my core. “So good.” Patrick growled into my earand pressed inside me one more time, holding me still while his orgasm jerked his body, prolonging my own.
When we came down and could catch our breath, Patrick rolled onto his back, bringing me with him. I snuggled into his side. He lazily kissed the top of my head, his neck barely able to hold him up. He flopped back down and exhaled.
“I told you, Daddy.”
“Told me what, baby.” He snaked his hand through my hair and pulled my head back to look into my eyes.
“That mushy love would be just as hot.”
“You were right.” He leaned down to kiss me.
“Kylie is always right.” I kissed him back.
We spent the rest of the day taking it easy. He curled around me while we napped. When we woke up, Patrick showed me something his room had that mine didn’t. A bathtub.
We lingered in the tub, snacking on fruit and cheese until the water grew cool and our fingertips wrinkled. We had gotten little sleep the night before and got dressed only to grab dinner and take it back to my place.
The rest of the night, Patrick helped me pack up my stuff and finally, we crawled into bed. I let the real world fall away, content in letting Patrick take care of me and everything else.
For the first time in a long time, not only was I happy, but my little was happy, too.
CHAPTER 37
KYLIE
Patrick had an early morning meeting on Monday. I had yet to hear my fate regarding my job. So much had happened in a weekend. I betrayed my bosses; lost the respect of the people I vowed to protect. I had misread and misjudged everyone around me while still harboring feelings of jealousy and resentment for what they had that I never thought I deserved.
In between all of that, I found my little inside of me, and the love of my life who wanted to be my forever daddy. Those people I envied and betrayed forgave me. It’s a wonder I didn’t feel exhausted this morning. Daddy did a great job of wearing me out. Last night, I slept like a baby.
This morning, it rushed back in. The guilt, the insecurity, the tension that coiled tighter in my stomach with each passing moment. The sun streamed through the blinds, casting stripes of light across the room, illuminating the remnants of last night’s decision. My suitcases lined up near the door.
