Daddy's Angel (Montana Daddies 7)

He shook his head and grasped her by the waist, pulling her up and turning her. “Bend over the pillows. Feet wide apart. Rest your weight on your forearms.”

She bent over, spreading her legs wide as she rested on the cushions. He pressed his cock inside her. She let out a whimper. Felt so good. So fucking good. His pace was faster this time.

“Reach down and touch yourself, angel,” he commanded, his hands once more around her hips, driving her back onto his cock. Fuck, she’d never felt so full, so on fire in her life.

“W-what?” she asked, certain she’d misheard him.

“Touch yourself.”

“I can’t do that,” she said, shocked.

“You can. I want you to come when I do.”

“But…but…”

“You got a problem touching yourself, baby? Don’t you masturbate?”

“Do we have to have this conversation right now? Or ever?”

“Yep. Because I want you to touch your clit and make yourself come.” He gave her ass a slap. Then another one. The sting was sharp and deep. “Touch yourself, Arianna.”

She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She reached down, though, and circled her swollen clit with her finger.

Ohhh. That felt so good.

“Fuck, yes. That’s it, baby. Clench down on me. I’m going to come soon.” Smack! His other hand landed on her left cheek and it was all she needed to set her off. She soared over the edge, her pussy rippling around his wide cock.

“Fuck!” he roared as he sank deep, his weight partially resting on her as he slid forward, catching himself on his arms.

She trembled with aftershocks, her pussy still pulsating, his cock still seated deep. He nipped at her neck, making her giggle. “Damn, baby. You are spectacular.”

She really wasn’t. But it was nice he thought so. He stood then slid free, leaving her empty. Then he turned her, picking her up and holding her against him, one arm under her bottom as he kissed her. He drew back and smiled down at her. That look he gave her was soft. Sweet. Not things you’d normally associate with Bain.

At least, not unless you knew him well.

And even then, she had this feeling that look . . . that look was hers alone.

21

She looked at the message on her phone and set it down with a sigh.

“Who was it this time?” Bain asked from where he sat across the kitchen counter from her, finishing off a mammoth sandwich. Her own s

andwich lay mostly untouched on the plate in front of her.

“My sister. Again. Wondering when I’m going to put some more money in her account.” She worried at her bottom lip. Her phone had been going non-stop this morning ever since she’d decided to call Larry and tell him that he was fired. She’d explained her plan to move to Montana with Bain, to take her career on a different path. To say he hadn’t taken it well had been an exaggeration. He’d screamed so loudly that Bain had actually taken her phone off her and hung up on him. That had been about an hour ago.

Since then, her phone had been going non-stop with messages from her family. All of them growing increasingly more irate. Larry must have contacted them as soon as Bain hung up on him. She’d also called Caleb, before Bain had dragged her away from her office to have some lunch. He’d been guarded in his response, but she knew that was simply because he was worried about her. Because he wanted her to be happy.

She’d arranged for all of them, including the princes, to come over for dinner tomorrow night. That, at least, was something to look forward to. Unlike the upcoming confrontation with her family, because she knew she wouldn’t be able to ignore them forever.

“You don’t need to feel guilty about not bank-rolling them any longer,” he said.

She raised her gaze to this. “I know.”

“Your sister can get a job. You said that you bought her an apartment in L.A. so it’s not like she’s homeless.”

All true.