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He grinned. “On one condition,” he stated, his voice husky and deep with lust. “You call me Daddy again, but you do it when I’m inside you, and not in that fucking baby voice.”
Oh, that was a condition I coulddefinitelyget down with.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
WYNN
I heldon to the headboard with a white-knuckled grip as pleasure washed through me, so intense it stole the breath from my lungs. My thighs trembled and every muscle in my body quaked as I glanced at Gage’s head between my thighs, all that dirty blond hair mussed from my fingers as he held my hips. He’d demanded I ride his face until I came, and now that the aftershocks of a world-class orgasm were petering out, my bones felt like mush.
But before I could collapse onto the mattress, Gage moved. He flipped me onto my back and hovered over me, his hips falling between my spread thighs. He drove his cock into me, stretching me wide as he ripped a sharp cry from deep in my chest.
“Goddamn,” he grunted as he pulled nearly all the way out and slammed back in. “So fucking good. Every single time.”
“More,” I pleaded, desperate to come again now that I felt another orgasm building inside me. His long, thick cock slid back and forth across my G-spot as he fucked me hard and fast, his grunts mingling with my whimpers and moans filling the room, along with the sound of skin slapping against skin. “I need more, Viking.”
“Anything you need, Bits,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “You know that.”
He pulled all the way out, flipping me over and hoisting my hips up so I was on my knees as he impaled me on his rock-hard length again, going even deeper than, before thanks to the new angle.
My head flew back. “Yes,” I breathed. “Just like that. Fuck me, Gage. Don’t stop.”
“Never,” he grunted as he powered in and out, his thrusts so hard the headboard banged against the bedroom wall. My pussy started to flutter around him, the release building up in me stronger than before.
“Jesus, I can feel you. You close, Wynn?”
“Yes. Don’t stop,” I pleaded, feeling desperate for what was about to happen.
Gage picked up speed as his hand came down on my ass with a loudcrack. The sting in my ass cheek flared through my entire body. That tiny bite of pain mixed with the pleasure he was giving me and set me off like a ball shooting from a cannon. I screamed into the pillows as he slapped my ass again, causing my inner walls to clamp down around him like a vise.
“Fuck yeah, Bits. That’s it. Milk my cock until my balls drain dry.” That first hot spurt coated my walls, drawing out my release as he poured into me. Over and over, he shot into my body until there was nothing left.
It felt like an eternity, but we finally collapsed onto the bed, sated and wrung dry.
With his length still burrowed inside me, he shifted us so we lay on our sides, his chest pressing against my back as his arms came around me, holding me to him. He buried his face in my hair from behind and inhaled, like he was trying to pull me into his lungs and keep me with him forever. And just like that, I fell a little more in love with him. If it kept going at this rate, there’d be nothing left of me.
“I’ll never get enough of this, baby. Never get enough of you,” he whispered against the back of my neck, his voice heavy with exhaustion.
I squeezed my eyes closed and inhaled deeply, holding it in my lungs until they began to burn and I had no choice but to push it out. I willed sleep to find me, and the last thought I had before falling under was that I hoped what he said was true. Because I wasn’t sure I’d survive it if it wasn’t.
* * *
“Come here you little shit,”I cried out as I chased my new puppy around the bedroom and down the hall.
The damn thing—while cute as a stinking button, especially when he was in the mood to cuddle—was a storm of destruction and chaos. Which was why Gage and I had decided to name the little bastard Tornado. It seemed like everywhere he went, he left devastation in his wake.
We’d only had him a week, and in that short time Gage and I learned if I liked something and wanted to keep it, it couldn’t be left on the floor. Tornado viewed anything left on the floor as fair game and gave his best effort in destroying it. Shoes, blankets, throw pillows, clothing, purse straps... you name it, he’d eaten it. It was a freaking miracle we hadn’t had to rush him to the vet to have things removed from his tiny stomach. The little shithead had destroyed some of my favorite bra and panty sets all because I’d forgotten to gather them up after Gage ripped them off my body before sex. He’d lost quite a few pairs of underwear too, but mine were prettier andwaymore expensive.
This morning he’d darted into the closet before I had a chance to catch him and, faster than a bolt of lightning, had absconded with one of my designer heels.
I chased him all through the house, his little tail whipping around like a fan with excitement as he dragged my heel along with him.
“Get over here, you little rat! That shoe cost more than your life. Don’t make me take your ass to the vet to get your balls snipped off.”
As if he understood exactly what I said, he dropped the shoe and plopped his butt down beside it, looking up at me with his head cocked to the side and his tongue happily lolling out the side of his mouth.
“Uh-huh, that’s what I thought. A man always listens when his balls are threatened.” I snatched the shoe up and pointed it at him. “You’d do well to remember that next time you want to go after Mommy’s Manolos. Come on. We’ll get you a nice sock from Daddy’s drawer to chew on instead, yeah?”
He followed after me, ears bouncing, tail wagging, and his tiny, sharp-as-hell claws click-clacking on the wooden floors like he was tap dancing. Back in the bedroom, my shoes safe for the time being, I headed for the drawer where Gage kept his socks and underwear.
