Manage My Heart (New Year New Me 2)

“Ouch.” He jerks away, and I wiggle out from under him and run to the shower. I never imagined a relationship could be so full of passion and laughter. He catches me in the doorframe and grips my hips. “Naughty little minx.”

“Me?” I bat my lashes and laugh as he turns on the water in the shower.

“You know what happens to girls who tease Daddy, don’t you?”

“No, but I sure want to find out,” I whisper.

“Are you sure about that?” He pinches my nipples, and I moan.

“Yes.” My voice shakes as he rolls the pert bud between his fingers.

Bending, he gently bites its twin and tugs. “You know what I love about your bathroom?” He flicks the nipple with the tip of his tongue. “This.” He spins me around to face the vanity mirror, and pulls my back to him. “Watch us.”

Pinning my arms behind my back, he taps the inside of my foot. “Spread your legs. That’s a good girl.” His fists my hair and pulls back, baring my neck.

“See how beautiful you look?” He trails his large hand down my body and cups my mound, and I squirm. “How eager?” His gaze is locked w

ith mine in the mirror. The intensity makes my heart race. He trails a finger up through my lips. “Already so wet for me, too.” He runs his finger up and down, skimming lightly over the pulsing part of me that needs him most.

I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from asking for more. He’ll make me wait longer if I do. He presses down on my clit, and I gasp.

“Like that, don’t you, sweet one?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” he purrs.

“I like it.”

Chuckling, he slides his thumb down, circling my entrance. My walls clench greedily.

“Look how you try to take me in. Is your little pussy lonely?”

“So lonely.”

“We can’t have that, can we?”

“No.” I shake my head.

“Watch.”

Breathing hard, I moan as he presses two of his thick fingers inside of me. I flex around him. He tilts them and pushes deeper, pulling back out. His pace is painfully slow, but he hits the spongy spot inside of me that curls my toes with every stroke. The muscles in my stomach jerk as my walls pulse and my body tingles. The coil inside of me winds tighter and tighter. A slight tremor takes over my body as I contract around him. My eyes are half-lidded, and I lean against him to keep from falling.

“Not yet,” he whispers, kissing the spot below my ear as he removes his fingers.

“No.”

He slaps my ass. “Time to shower.”

“Weston!” I wail.

He chuckles. “I thought you wanted to tease people.”

I poke out my bottom lip.

“Maybe if you’re good, I’ll give you a little relief.”

“I can’t have brunch with your parents while I’m fantasizing about your dick,” I whine.