Page 42 of Devious Obsession
“Oh, god. Daddy!” She bucks up at me. If I had more patience, I’d pin her hips down and watch her wade through her arousal.
But I’m short on patience tonight. I slam into her, finally letting my body give over. My orgasm rips through me fast and furious. Stars twinkle in my side vision.
My cock throbs. Electricity hums through my muscles. When my lungs start working again, I peer down at her.
“Shit, you okay?” I lean up, taking some of my weight off of her.
She laughs and shoves her hands into her hair. “Fuck yes.”
I kiss her cheek, her chin, the tip of her nose before I dive in and take her mouth. My cock is still buried in her, but I have no desire to leave her.
She kisses me back, matching my fever with her own.
“You are crushing me just a little, though.” She feigns being unable to breath and gently pushes against my shoulder.
“Still a brat.” I pinch her hip. “I have a cure for that, you know.”
Mischief flashes in her eyes. “Does it involve your belt?”
It’s my turn to laugh. “You weren’t so happy with it the last time I brought it out.” I remind her. “There was a lot of howling.”
She bites the corner of her mouth, as though she’s toying with the idea of telling me something. There can’t be any secrets here. She can hide things from her brothers, her sisters-in-law, but not me.
Never me.
“Tell me.” Using my thumb, I pull her lip from her teeth.
“I hated it when you were doing it.” She starts, letting out a soft breath. “But when I think back on it, I don’t know, it’s kinda hot.”
“If I remember, your pussy was soaked by the time I was done with you. Your mind might have hated it, but your body loved it.”
She shoves my shoulder. “No, my ass was on fire for hours. I did not enjoy it.”
I roll off her and the bed, yanking up my jeans. “You’ve already said you find it hot, why backtrack now?”
She wiggles herself under the covers, pulling them up around her and covering her gorgeous body from my view.
“The idea is hot, not the actual act.”
I hook my hands on my hips. “Then I guess you should be a very good girl, so you don’t have to test your theory.”
Leaning over her, I brush her hair from her face and kiss her.
“Aren’t you coming to lie down?” She sounds disappointed when I stand back up.
“I need to check some things and make sure everything’s locked down. I’ll be in bed soon. You should sleep though, way past your bedtime.”
She frowns. “I don’t have a bedtime, and don’t even start talking like you’re going to pretend to give me one.”
“You know, if you fold your arms over your chest and wrinkle your brow just a little more, you’ll look like a little girl having a tantrum.” I cover her mouth with my hand to stop the impending explosion. “Careful, you’re going to test out that punishment theory sooner rather than later if you keep it up.”
She licks my palm.
“So, what’s with the Daddy thing?” I step onto the porch, carrying a bundle of wood with me.
Artem turns from the pile of firewood to take the stack from my arms. It’s been a week since he brought us here in the dead of night, and I’m starting to fully understand the term cabin fever.
“Some women get off on being called names like slut and whore?—”
