Page 24 of Working For Her Attention

“Avery,” he grunted, and I noticed the light sheen of sweat forming over his muscular skin. “Princess.” He sounded like he was being tortured. “Need you to stop, baby.” I pulled back, letting a thread of spit pull between us before wiping it away. The look on his face was almost feral. “Fucking hell.”

“Did I do it wrong or—“ I couldn’t say another word because one moment, I was kneeling beside him, and the next, he picked me up and dropped me on his lap. His mouth crashed against mine. His big meaty hands tangled in my hair.

The kiss was passionate.

Wet and needy.

Teeth scraped, tongues glided and dueled. He bit down on my top lip before soothing it with the slightly rough glide of his tongue as his beard brushed against my skin. I cupped his face, loving the way his beard felt against my palms and face.

“You fucking magical slutty little angel,” he groaned, and I giggled. When had I ever giggled in the middle of sex?

“Slutty angel,” I repeated almost breathlessly as I shifted to straddle him. Almost immediately, I felt exactly how close he was to my entrance.

“Fuck, baby.” He swallowed, and I watched as he tried to find some sort of control. “We don’t have to—“ He swallowed, pressing his forehead against mine. I knew it cost him to pull back for a moment. The two of us were breathing like we’d gone for a long jog.

“I want to,” I said, my voice clear and steadier than my heart.

“Baby,” he groaned.

“Please, Daddy… I need you.”

“I told you yesterday,” he panted. I leaned in to steal a kiss. I loved that tone in his voice. The demanding, confident daddy who knew exactly what he wanted.

“And it’s me,” I bravely filled in the blank for him. For all I knew, this whole thing could be a game he played, but my gut and heart couldn’t be wrong about him.

“It sure as fuck is, Avery, but⁠—“

“No take-backs and no returns,” I repeated. Sam made a sound that vibrated through his chest and onto mine; it made me want to keep sharing. “I want you. I want to see where this goes, handsome,” I said softly against his lips. His hands clasped my hips.

“There is only one fucking way this goes, and that’s with you changing your mailing address to this one and your perfect ass sleeping in this bed for the rest of our lives next to me,” he grunted. It was a lot to process, but his words made me more adamant about where I wanted to be. Where I belonged.

“I want you inside of me,” I whined.

“Fuck.” He pressed his eyes shut for a second before he opened them. “You’re mine,” he said. I nodded, happy to agree. “No ifs ands or buts about it, Avery. You are mine. Mine in the way where one day, we will share our same last name. Only mine. I don’t fucking share.”

“What if I don’t want to share, either?”

“Baby girl, that’s a goddamn given.” His mouth returned to mine.

It was a claiming.

Sweet and firm.

Dominating.

And when I squirmed and started to slowly drop down on his lap, the thick tip of his dick was right there, nudging at my entrance, as greedy to get inside of me as I was for him.

“Tell daddy what you need,” he rasped. I panted, loving his dirty mouth more than he could know.

“You. Only you. Please let me ride you,” I begged, unashamed of my pleading.

“I’m big, baby. Bigger than average.”

“I can take you,” I whined. The empty feeling inside of me was overpowering me, growing, and I knew only he could fix it. “Please, I can take you.” His hands didn’t give me any leeway to take even an inch of him. The thick blunt tip nudging back and forth where I needed him most was too much.

It was diabolical.

I felt like I was burning alive from the inside out and needed him more than I needed to breathe.