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In a fury, I throw off the blankets and storm across the room. There’s not a rational thought in my mind to justify what I’m about to do. I have absolutely no right in the world, but I don’t care.
I don’t know what I’m about to find as I march to her room like a savage. I’m fully aware of how rude and brutish it is for me to barge in the way I am, but she has me wild beyond decorum. As I throw open the door to the guest room, I’m shocked to find her lying silent and still under the covers, on her side.
She gasps as I enter the room, jumping up to stare at me in shock. “What are you doing?”
“What areyoudoing?” I reply with accusation. She responds with a roll of her eyes, dropping back down to her pillow.
“Relax. I’m not doing anything. I was too humiliated for saying that. Sort of killed the mood.” Then, her brows furrow as she glares at me from her bed, her eyes raking over my half-naked appearance. I’m standing in her room in nothing but a tight pair of gray boxer briefs with my rock-hard cock pointing upward. It’s obvious that I’ve been thinking about her masturbating for the last five minutes—which is exactly what I was doing.
“Why are you here? Am I not allowed to have privacy?” she complains.
I don’t answer her. There simply isn’t a response for that question, not one that makes sense at least.
So I walk silently around the bed and climb in behind her, sliding under the sheets until my body is nearly touching hers.
“Letme,” I say in a bold request. She stares at me over her shoulder, a rightfully perplexed expression on her face.
“Let you what?”
I nuzzle closer. “Let me relieve your ache, Daisy.”
Her breath hitches, just as her eyes meet mine, hope and anticipation coloring her features. As her lips part, I know she’s itching to say something, but she stops herself. Instead, her head tilts into a slow nod.
“I need to hear you say it, baby,” I say, using a soft, authoritative tone.
Her eyes are moist and her pupils dilated as she licks her lips and softly mumbles, “I want you to touch me, Ronan. I want you to make me come.”
My cock twitches in my boxer briefs and all of the reasons in my head that have been telling me to keep my distance seem trivial and useless now. Self-preservation and defense mechanisms have nothing on those beautifully wanton words leaving her precious lips.
“Lie back, Daisy.”
I can’t believe this is about to happen, even as I pull her back so close to my body, we’re practically fused together. Then, I ease my right hand under the covers and over her soft hip. She’s in nothing but a small T-shirt and a lace thong. As my fingers skate over her belly and down to the warmth between her legs, she lets out a strangled gasp.
“I’ll stop if you want me to,” I whisper.
Her hand covers mine as she shoves my fingers over the moist center of her panties and says, “Don’t you dare stop.”
My jaw is tight as I ease the fabric aside and run my finger through the delicate lips of her precious cunt. She’s already soaked, pools of arousal at the entrance, her clit so swollen and sensitive to the touch that she flinches and gasps every time I graze it.
“Oh, Daisy.” I growl. “You’re suffering, baby girl. Do you want Daddy to make you feel better?”
What the fuck am I doing? I’m throwing caution to the wind. I’m sailing headfirst into a storm, and I don’t know if I’ll make it out alive. But those words just slip through my lips so effortlessly, like I was made to utter them to her. And it’s not wrong, perverted, or sick—it just feels right.
Judging by the way she groans and shoves her backside against my aching cock, she doesn’t think it’s so wrong either.
“Yes, Daddy,” she cries with a needy hum. “Please help me.”
My middle finger plunges deep inside her, just as her hand grasps at my forearm, her nails digging into my skin as I pump it slowly to find the rhythm she craves.
“Like that, baby?” My voice is strained. I’m struggling to maintain my composure. She feels so good in my hand—soaked and trembling. Fuck, I’ve been craving this longer than I should. But this isn’t about me and what I want. No matter how much I love it.
“Yes,” she gasps, practically riding my hand. Determined, I add a second digit, thrusting and curling until she’s moaning loudly.
My self-control starts to slip as my lips find her neck, trailing hungry kisses across her jaw and cheek, then up to her ear. She’s writhing against me, and I can tell by the way she jerks my hand tighter against her skin that it’s the clit stimulation she wants.
So, I pull my soaked fingers from her depths and drag them to her swollen clit, rubbing fast and hard circles that have her practically gasping and shaking.
She’s breathtaking like this. So vulnerable and real. Blonde waves cascade over her pillow as her pink cheeks dimple from squeezing her eyes closed. Her legs are fidgeting under the blanket, squirming and writhing in desperation.
