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Loving on Soren is my favorite thing in the world, and when she sighs and her body relaxes as her hands sift through my hair, I use my shoulders to keep her legs nice and spread. Her pussy opens wider for me, allowing for the insertion of a fourth finger. Fuck what I wouldn’t give to have my whole hand inside of her.
“Daddy.” Her lilting sigh catches my attention, indicating that she’s barely hanging onto consciousness. “I like that.” Her sleepy eyes travel to where my hand works to find its way inside her body.
“I knew you would. Such a sweet little fuck doll for Daddy, aren’t you?” She smiles brightly as she forces her body to relax further. “Close your eyes and sleep, baby girl. I’ll take care of you.”
Continuing to pet her clit softly with my tongue, she’s sound asleep a few minutes later, and I begin prepping her to relax enough that my entire hand fits inside her tight pussy. Once it’s in there, I can feel my dick leaking again. She’s so fucking stretched around my thick wrist. I won’t hurt her; I’ve done enough of that for today, but I intend to coax a few gentle orgasms out of her before leaving her body alone.
Scooping up her excess fluids with my other hand, my fingers dance across her asshole before I slip two in. She mewls and moans, like a cat in heat, but she doesn’t awaken. Fingering far up her channel, I suck on her clit again, rubbing and massaging every inch of the inside of her body from both holes until I feel the climax reverberate through her petite frame.
Repeatedly, I take her to the edge, allowing the waves of pleasure to move through her until she’s whimpering and trying to pull away. Carefully, I withdraw my hand as I get to my knees and push the head of my cock in her closing hole. With the hand that was deep inside of her, I begin pumping my cock in a vise-like grip. For as much as I hurt her, I deserve it back and throttle the beast that took out my frustrations on her.
When I feel the orgasm building in my balls, I withdraw from her cunt and knee-walk closer until ropes of cum spray out and across her body—her pussy, quivering belly, round tits, and neck. I don’t stop until there’s nothing left in me.
Collapsing over her, I suck a puckered nipple into my mouth, biting gently before moving on to the next. I don’t care that I’m sucking my cum off her body; the mixed flavor is delicious, and I want more.
When she shudders again, I pull back and buff my seed into her skin. Pushing some into her pussy, I move down to her tight rose and force some into her ass as well. I want this woman claimed everywhere. Tracing her lips with my sticky finger, I reluctantly get up from the bed. Admiring the woman I will claim for the rest of my days, I finally bring the blanket up to cover her, satisfied that she’s marked by me.
Entering the bathroom, I wash my hands and stare at my dick, still hard, still soaked from her juices, and all I want is to go back in there and fuck her again. Instead, I dress, kiss her forehead before leaving her alone, and head back to my office, where I find an envelope on the desk and a few missed calls on my phone.
As I look through the contents of the envelope, my anger is fueled by the desire to murder anyone who comes near my woman. Calling Zak, I demand he come to my office because I know he’s the one who would have left it for me.
“This is legitimate?” I ask before he’s over the threshold.
“Yes.” He appears as angry as I feel while I curse up a blue streak. “I think we need to set a meeting with the man. Clear the air, so to speak.” A salacious grin overtakes his face in anticipation.
“Do it. Have the father come as well. We need to send a message.” He’s on the phone before leaving to get things set up.
Sitting behind my desk, I take a minute to think about who is behind the attack on Soren and if it’s connected to me or what her father wants from her. Or, more accurately, expects from her. The lawyer is a slick son of a bitch, and from what I’ve learned over the last few days, he won’t let her go so easily.
CHAPTER 16
Soren
It’s odd, really, how things have turned out over the last week or two. How I’ve gone from a prison I couldn’t wait to get out of to being brought to one I never want to leave. In all fairness, Adonis is doing everything he can to keep me safe after the attack. I know once the threat is eliminated, things will change, and I’ll be allowed my freedom again.
How I fell in love with the head of a criminal organization is beyond me. I always swore to stay away from my father’s world, but there was no avoiding Adonis after we met in the bank. Even before the robbery began, I realized we were fated to meet.
And now, here I am, about to pee on a stick.
“Open your legs,” the man in question demands with a feral growl.
“Can’t I pee in peace?” I hide my snicker at his scowl.
The things we’ve done and said together shouldn’t leave me embarrassed to pee in front of him. I’m not really. It’s a natural bodily function, but I’m having a ton of fun teasing him about it.
“Baby girl, if you don’t open your legs and pee on this stick for me, I’m going to bring you to the edge of orgasm so many times you’ll be crying before I even think about letting you fall over the edge.” I know that’s a threat. And it honestly sounds like it might be painful, but I’d kind of enjoy it.
Snapping my legs open, I cross my arms and pretend to pout. “Ah, baby, don’t do that. I’d never stop you from coming for me.” I grin in triumph. He glares and rips the packaging off the pregnancy test and waits for me to pee a little, as instructed, before holding the stick in the stream for a few seconds.
What I don’t expect is for him to place the stick on the counter, grab some toilet paper, and wipe me clean before pulling me up and settling me on the counter.
“Why do you look so shocked?” he asks while washing his hands.
“You…did…that…” I wave my hand from the toilet to me and back to him.
Shaking his head, laughter falling from his lips, he leans over to place a kiss on my cheek. “You’re so adorable, baby girl. Do you honestly think there isn’t anything I won’t do to or for you? There is no limit to my devotion.” Stroking his cheek, I can see it. I’ve been getting glimpses of it here and there, but since the attack, I can feel his obsession like a living, breathing entity in every room we occupy together.
Drying his hands, Adonis steps between my legs, runs his fingers through my hair, and tilts my head up for a kiss. Slow and sweet is new for him, and the passion I feel in the act brings tears to my eyes.
