Bad Daddy (Dirty Little Lies Duet 1)
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The second I put my plan into place, he was like putty in my hands. He ate me up—and it was absolute heaven. There was no doubt he felt the same way I did. This was more than just lust—it was hunger, determination, and passion. He craved me as much as I craved him.
But then he kicked me out. My ego took a hit. I ran down to the entertainment room, threw myself on the couch, and let the tears fall. Had I made a mistake? Was he so lost in the moment he didn’t realize what he was doing? The way he dominated my body, owned every piece of me, it couldn’t be. Now he just needed me to ease his worries. Because this isn’t over.
I throw the blanket off and tiptoe down the hall. Quiet as a mouse, I make my way upstairs and peek into Hazel’s room to find her fast asleep under a mound of covers. My feet quietly pitter-patter down the hallway toward the end of the hall, and I turn the knob, finding his door unlocked. Sneaking in, my eyes adjust to the darkness of his large room. The faint light from the bathroom illuminates the space, and I notice the gigantic shower. All the dirty things we could do in it swirl through my naughty mind. I gaze to the left, finding his bed in the center of the room. He’s sleeping, his bare chest teasing me, a silk bed sheet resting just above his navel, giving me a full view of his upper body.
Even in the darkness, I admire his broad chest. My clothes are quickly discarded onto his floor as I walk over and climb in next to him. He doesn’t budge when I lift the sheet, and I’m happy to see he sleeps naked. I crawl under and adjust myself between his legs. I’ve been thinking about doing this ever since I walked out of his office. I work my lips around the tip of his cock and lick down his shaft when I realize he’s beginning to stir. My hand wraps around his girth, and I pump him slowly, going back up and circling my tongue over the head.
“Mmmm…” he moans, giving me the green light and I suck harder, working him deep down my throat and repeating my movements until he jerks under me. “What the fuck—?”
His hand digs into my hair, trying to pull me off him. “Violet? Fuck no. You can’t do this—Jesus…” Yeah, that’s it. I bob up and down, his hold on my hair loosening a bit. “Violet, this is wrong. You’re too—fuck…” His hips thrust up, and I swallow him deeper.
“Don’t worry. This can be our little secret.” My thighs are soaked with arousal just thinking about how forbidden this is. “You can fill me anywhere you want. I won’t tell.” I gag when he thrusts up again, this time with more aggression, his hand now guiding my head. It only takes three more fast pumps before he twitches and comes hard down my throat. I moan through his release, sucking him clean.
His hold around my hair tightens, turning brutal, and my eyes begin to water. He yanks back and rips me off him. His heated gaze takes in my nudity, a fire blazing in his eyes. A deep growl reverberates in his chest. With his free hand, he grips my waist and flips me against the bed. “I told you before—I hold all the control.” His hands are rough, threatening to bruise my hips as he drags his hungry mouth down my body and over my throbbing pussy. His face disappears between my soaked thighs. He sucks at my sex with a fierceness that pulls my back off the mattress. “That’s right. Take my fucking tongue.” He goes back for more, eating me like a savage. My pussy pulsates as my orgasm rips through me, clenching and spasming around his tongue.
He collapses on the bed next to me, both of us trying to catch our breath. “This is so bad,” he pants, his chest rising and falling.
“Yet so good.” I turn to my side. “We both know Hazel’s a heavy sleeper. Why don’t you take me into your gigantic shower and bend me over that fancy tile?”
His eyes blaze with anger, but his cock hardens, giving him away. He grips my hip and spanks my ass. “Rule number one: never mention my daughter. Rule number two: I say what happens.” He spanks me again and pops up, his cock long and thick and more than ready. “Now, get in the shower. Daddy needs to clean you up.”
Heath
I’m going to hell. But at least I’ll die a happy man. I drag her like a caveman into my bathroom and twist the shower nozzle. There’s excitement mixed with fury running through my veins as I thrust her into my shower. How dare she come into my private bedroom and seduce me? She should be scared of me and the consequences of her actions last night—actions I loved every damn bit of.