Page 19 of My Girl to Use

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs back, like it’s a promise.

His hands explore my sides, fingers brushing against the hem of my shirt, igniting sparks across my skin. I gasp againsthis mouth as he inches the fabric up, revealing my bare skin beneath. The cool air sends shivers down my spine, and I can tell he’s just as affected as I am.

He doesn’t ask. He just stops with the shirt halfway up my ribs, his knuckles resting against my skin, and waits.

And I’m back in my kitchen on that day he came over, watching this man hold my brother against his chest like it cost him nothing. One hand spread across Levi’s whole back. That low voice he only used for my brother. The way he took the weight and didn’t once look to me to check if he was doing it right.

I couldn’t name it then. It’s been sitting in me for hours with no name on it.

“Yes, Daddy.”

It’s out before I know it’s coming. My whole body goes hot—I didn’t choose that, I didn’t decide it, it just walked out of me.

Everything in him goes still.

Then something moves through his face that I don’t have a word for either, and his hand slides up to my throat, not gripping, just resting there, thumb under my jaw, tilting my face up to his.

“Say it again.”

“Daddy,” I whisper.

With that, he undresses fast, like something’s been let off a leash. Then he stands before me, bare and hard. He gently removes my oversized shirt and lifts me effortlessly, his skin sliding over mine. I wrap my legs around his waist instantly, feeling weightless in his arms as he lays me down.

Anticipation bubbles within me. He hovers over me, the intensity in his gaze making my heart race even faster. Then, he leans down to kiss me again, his mouth moving against mine, primal and electric. I can feel his body pressing against me, and every brush of our skin sends heat pooling low in my stomach.

As we kiss, he explores my body with his hands, dragging up over my ribs, his fingers brushing against my hard nipples. I arch my back, encouraging him, wanting more of his touch.

“Jax,” I whimper against his lips, the sound of his name a plea.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with lust. “Tell me what you want, baby girl.”

“I want you, Daddy,” I admit, the words tumbling out before I can second-guess myself.

He nods and immediately slams his lips back on mine, as if possessed, tasting me. I can feel his hands slide everywhere and anywhere, making me crazed with desire. Fingers trail up my stomach to my breast.

I gasp as he cups my breast gently, his thumb brushing over my nipple in quick strokes. Pleasure courses through me, and I arch into his touch. The sensations are overwhelming yet intoxicating.

“More, Daddy,” I whisper, my voice breathless.

He responds by kissing down my body, his mouth trailing lower, and I can feel the heat of his breath against my skin. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he pulls back to look at me, his gaze filled with a mix of reverence and desire.

“I want to make you feel good, baby girl,” he says, and I nod, unable to form words.

He lowers his mouth to my thighs before teasingly inching up, and I can’t help but squirm at the sensation. My body reacts instinctively, a delicious tension building within me as he moves closer.

And when his mouth finally reaches my pussy, I whimper. My back arches off the bed as he licks slow and flat all the way up to my clit.

I moan loudly, and he stops abruptly. “You have to be quiet, or I’ll stop,” he says roughly.

Levi. He’s asleep mere feet away. I nod vigorously and clamp my right hand over my mouth. I rise on my left elbow and watch him draw my clit into his mouth. The ache builds high, each moment sharper than the last.

I can feel my breath quickening, my body responding eagerly to every lick and suck. It’s like he knows exactly how to drive me wild.

“Daddy,” I cry into my hand.

I collapse back on the bed as my fingers tangle in his hair, urging him to continue, to push me further. The world outside fades away, and all that exists is him, me, and the staggering pleasure that builds like a storm within me.

With each flick of his tongue, I tremble and whimper. Then, he slides two fingers into my wet heat. I jerk, squeezing my thighs together unconsciously. I’m teetering on the edge, and I can feel the pressure building, ready to burst.