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Feeling bolder than I ever had, I set my coffee mug on the tray. Shifting my position, I climbed into his lap, facing him. “I want to do everything.”
“How about you tell me exactly what you want, sweetheart, and I’ll do it?”
I traced the perfect curve of his mouth with my finger and repeated the gesture with my tongue. “Please don’t make me think right now.”
Elias set his mug on the opposite nightstand. He cupped the back of my head, pulling me closer before absolutely claiming my soul via my mouth. I liked our kiss in the dining room, but this one belonged on a top ten list somewhere. His rough yet gentle handling aroused me in ways I couldn’t voice yet. It was the perfect balance of sweet, with an underlying promise of rougher, hotter sex. I moaned into his mouth, unable to stay quiet. He broke away first, staring into my eyes.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
“You have me. What are you asking for, sweetheart?”
Frustrated and with proof of my arousal dripping down my legs, I lowered my gaze. “I don’t want to think.”
“I understand, but if you don’t give me some sort of parameters, Emma, I could risk doing something you don’t like or, worse, something that triggers you.”
Sexy, intelligent, and considerate? Where has this man been all my life?
Lifting my head, I licked my lips. “I’m wet for you, Daddy. Will you please fuck me?” Something flickered across his face as he held me. The title pushed all his buttons in the best way possible, and we both knew he couldn’t deny me anything when I addressed him by it. Watching his resolve slip empowered me in a way I’d never previously felt. “Please, Daddy? I’ll be so much better behaved today.”
Elias dipped his head to my breast, scraping his teeth along my pebbled tip. I threw my head back and he repeated the action on the other side. What was the obsession with my tits? Luke had immediately zeroed in on the same spot. Elias kneaded each one in his hand while he licked and sucked. Reduced to a melty, blissful pile of goo, I moaned from his attention.
“Do you want to suck on Daddy’s cock before he fucks you?”
His tone combined with the naughty question and the way he called himself “Daddy”lit up the pleasure centers in my brain. “Yes, please.”
Throwing the sheets off us, Elias arranged me in a prime position to give him head. Coaxing his dick out of his boxers, I tried to remember if I enjoyed this activity when I glanced up. He was so fucking handsome, staring down at me, smiling. I needed no further encouragement and slid my mouth around his cock. As soon as I focused on his pleasure, everything else faded away. I licked along his shaft, working my hands up and down in tandem.
“Keep going, sweetheart. Your mouth feels amazing.”
His gentle assurance fueled me to increase my speed while keeping my mouth steady. Elias made me feel like the queen of blowjobs. Humming, I went faster, until his hand tangled into my hair and he tugged enough for me to get the message. Freeing his dick from between my lips, I took a moment to catch my breath.
“Do you still want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Elias positioned me on my side, slipping two fingers inside of my pussy, stretching me as he fingered me. “Mm. You are soaked.”
“Please don’t make me wait any longer,” I begged sweetly. “Please?”
He gave into my pleas, wasting no more time before stripping down to nothing. Elias entered my dripping wet core, stretching me. Setting one leg around his waist brought us closer, and he used the position to his advantage. I grabbed onto his shoulders as he pumped in and out of my heat. Matching his energy, keeping in tune with the rhythm, allowed any remaining reservations to disappear.
“Do you like that, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Elias rocked faster, increasing the tempo, and I struggled under the pressure. He noticed immediately flipping me around and moving us to the top of the bed. “Hold on to the headboard.”
His tone felt more authoritative. It turned me on even more. “Yea-yes, Sir.”
“Do not let go.” Elias punctuated his statement with a hard slap to either side of my ass.
Wrapping one arm around my waist gave him leverage and a grip to penetrate me from behind. The new angle rocked all my nerves, pleasure rolling through my body. Obeying Elias, I gripped the headboard tighter than anything else I’d ever put my hands on. He pounded me against it, but the tufted fabric backing allowed the movement without causing me any injury. One of my hands lost its hold, and he immediately grabbed it.
“Can you do the same with my other hand, Sir?”
“Yes, babygirl.”
