Page 33 of Street

“Please,” she begged.

Street picked up the suppository, slid his fingers from her, and immediately pressed the rounded tip of the medicine to her tight ring of muscles. She clenched her bottom at the feel of the cool intruder.

“No, Daddy. Fingers.”

“Daddy will touch you more in a minute,” he promised as he pushed the dose into her heat. He could feel her straining to rid her body of the medicine. “You’re being bad, Little girl. Daddy’s going to have to keep his fingers in your bottom until you relax.”

He turned his arm slightly, dragging his work-roughened thumb over her rosette. “Daddy needs to check that you’re tolerating your medicine, Dinorosa. Spread your thighs for me.”

She shook her head, refusing. Street delivered a firm spank on her bottom, loving the look of the pink mark that rose on her skin. Immediately, she flung her legs apart, displaying her inner thighs that shone with her juices. Rosa was soaked. His Little girl was enjoying his touch. She’s perfect for me.

“That’s my good girl. Leave them apart,” he said firmly, continuing to caress her bottom entrance with his fingers as he held the medicine deep inside her.

Street traced her nether lips, dipping into the wetness. He teased her clit with an ultrasoft brushing touch until her breath sounded rough and her hips moved restlessly. “Daddy,” she moaned.

“Are you going to be good and allow the medicine to stay inside you? I could get a thick plug from Razor to fill your opening to prevent you from being naughty. That device would be much wider than my fingers.” He separated his digits slightly to emphasize his words.

“I’ll be good, Daddy. I promise.”

“Thank you, Dinorosa.” Street treasured each time she called him Daddy.

His Little girl deserved a reward. Street increased his caresses. She responded beautifully. He loved to watch her face contract and her expression turn blissful as she came. Those cute pleasure sounds made his cock strain against his jeans. If only he had time to jerk off before reporting to work.

As her climax waned, his strokes gentled. After sliding his fingers from her, Street cleaned the lubricant from his skin before removing her juices from her inner thighs. Rosa didn’t protest his aftercare but relaxed completely on the beautiful bed. Soon, she napped soundly on her tummy.

Street spread a light throw over her bare skin. The soft material wasn’t her blankie but would hopefully serve as a comfortable substitute for her. Walking away from his Little girl to return to work challenged Street more than anything else had in his life.

As he dragged himself down the hallway, Razor met him. “She will sleep for several hours. I’ll send a message when she wakes.”

“Thank you, Razor.” When his MC brother nodded, Street forced himself to return to work. If Razor made a promise, he would deliver on his word.

A few minutes later, Street climbed onto his forklift. His stomach growled ferociously. He dismissed his hunger pains. Taking care of his Little girl was much more important. He’d survive.

Wraith flagged him down as Street toggled the lever to lift the load he’d abandoned without a second thought when he’d heard Rosa was in the medical center. “Hey, Wraith. What’s up?” Expecting to be censured for leaving abruptly, Street hoped his MC brother would understand.

“Eat this,” the big man said, throwing a protein bar at him. Wraith waited until Street bit off a big portion. “Lucien’s special shipment came in. The packing containers are fortified to stabilize the contents, but the load needs a soft touch. You’re the best at maintaining a steady transport to the storage area. Are you up for it?”

Street immediately straightened in his seat. He’d worked hard to develop his skills to benefit the Devil Daddies’ interests. Having them acknowledged felt amazing instead of the complaint about his absence Street had feared. “I’m good, Wraith. What am I moving?”

Wraith gave him a look that snapped Street’s mouth closed. The contents of whatever he needed to transport were beyond Street’s pay grade. Did Wraith even know what was in those shipping containers?

“Tell me what precautions I need to take to ensure everyone’s safety,” Street said.

“Keep them level and secure. No abrupt motions. Most important of all, don’t drop them,” Wraith told him. “Slow and steady, Street. Okay?”

“Got it. Where do you want them placed?”

“Transport them from the shipping container into Warehouse Five. Lucien is waiting to show you where to place them,” Wraith told him.

Lucien would meet him? Holy crap! What in the world was inside? Wraith’s expressionless face underlined how critical this shipment was. Street didn’t voice any of the questions racing through his mind. He nodded and popped the last of the bar into his mouth.

He chewed and took a gulp of his water before saying, “On it.” Shifting the machinery into gear, he waited for Wraith to step clear before setting the load he currently had on the forks into a safe spot to collect later.

The size of the container might clue him in on the product inside. Intrigued, he drove the heavy equipment outside to the waiting truck. This rig could lift three to six thousand pounds without overbalancing. He could tell a lot about a load based only on the weight.

Lucien stepped out of the shadows to point to the semi. Two men swarmed around the sides, unfastening the tarp that covered the containers underneath. Usually, that protection secured the load or shielded anything being trucked around the country from the weather. Rain wouldn’t impact these metal containers.

He maneuvered the forks into position and raised the large shipping box up six inches to clear the trailer. Reversing slowly, Street controlled his speed to avoid any jerks or bumps. As smoothly as possible, he stopped and inched forward to drive the container to the warehouse. The contents shifted slightly to his surprise. The contents couldn’t be lashed into place. The movement in his steering wheel and controls proved that.