Bad Daddy (Dirty Little Lies Duet 1)

“Watch it. Before you get in, I have a present for you.”

The last time I got a present, it was the diamond charm still around my neck. When he pulls out my gift, my eyes go wide. “Is that it?”

He laughs. “It is. Do you know what it is?”

“Survey says butt plug?”

“Good girl.”

“So, did you just want me to hold it or…?”

Heath’s head shoots back, and a playful laugh falls out of his mouth. “Bend over, Violet.”

Shit. I shouldn’t be surprised at anything coming from Heath now, but this…I’m not sure I’m ready for it. “Come on, naughty girl. I won’t hurt you. You’ll thank me later.”

I roll my eyes, getting another smack across my ass, but do as he says. “Relax, babe.” I love the new nickname. It helps me loosen up. His arm stretches in front of me and coerces the plug into my mouth. “Suck.” I wrap my lips around the contraption, soaking it with my saliva. He pulls out and readjust himself. “Take a deep breath.” I inhale slowly as he slides the plug into my hole.

“Oh! That feels…”

“Good? Bad?”

“Strange. Not in a bad way, just unfamiliar.”

Heath taps my ass gently, and the plug vibrates. “Don’t worry. You’ll adjust. Let’s get in.” He grabs my hand, and we walk into the pool. It’s still hot outside, so the cool water feels refreshing against my skin. Heath carries me in his arms as we float to the deeper end, finding a ledge and he presses me against it.

“Tell me something about you.”

His question throws me off guard. It’s the first personal question he’s asked about me. I’m not even sure what to say. “I don’t know that I have anything exciting.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Well…I grew up a few hours from here. It’s just me and my mom. I never knew my dad. My house was a revolving door for new “dads,” which may have something to do with my daddy fetish for you.”

His lips graze mine. “I’m quite fond of your daddy fetish.”

“I bet you are. Anyway, I came to school to get away from her and her madness, only to wind up with my own daddy issues.”

His hands cup my ass, causing friction between my cheeks. “I like where you ended up.” He places another kiss on my lips.

“Me too,” I reply honestly. I have no idea what the future holds or how this ends, but I want it to end with him—with us. “Tell me something about you?” I say, masking my emotions.

“Ahhh, you want to hear the story about the big bad wolf?” Another kiss. “I’m not sure what Hazel’s shared with you about her mom. We had a unique marriage. As you know, I have specific tastes. Well, one day, I found her bent over in some sort of pretzel position with her yoga instructor’s dick way up her ass. As you know, I don’t share, so I kicked her out and told her to never come back. Sounds harsh, but she was never there for Hazel to begin with. It was for the best.”

I’m a bit taken aback at how much he shared. Also, I hate his wife. “Where does the fast car obsession come in.”

His smile brushes against my mouth as he sucks on my bottom lip. “To spite her. She walked away with nothing, which was a clause in our prenup if either of us cheated. Every year, I buy a car on her wish list just to rub it in her face.” He bites down, and my belly tightens as I clench my butt cheeks. The feeling is strange, but it’s starting to create this warm sensation below.

“That’s not very nice of you, Mr. Winters,” I bait him, stretching my neck to the side to offer him full access.

“I never claimed to be a good man, naughty girl.” His mouth grazes down my nape to claim the flesh at my collarbone and his teeth mark me as he bites down. The pain morphs into extreme pleasure, and I clench again, hitting my peak. All it takes is his knee pushing against my throbbing sex for me to orgasm.

“Shit,” I mumble, hiding my face in his shoulder. “How did that happen so easily?”

“Because it’s a gift.” He kisses me hard and with intent. My arms trap him against me as our tongues dance around one another.

“Favorite color?” I ask, deepening our kiss.

“Black. Yours?”

“Purple. Favorite movie?”

“Godfather. Yours?”

“Pitch Perfect. What did you want to be when you grew up?”

“Rich.”

I laugh. “Just rich?”

“Rich and deep inside the most beautiful girl.” My legs are quickly kicked open, and he thrusts inside, driving deep into my aching sex. Between the welcome intrusion at my back hole and his large cock claiming my needy cunt, I’ve never felt fuller than I do in this exact moment. My heart threatens to burst, and I swallow back a cry of desire, my consuming emotions becoming too much. My fingers curl in his thick hair, and I tug and pull, needing him to understand how drunk I am on him. To show him how hard I’ve fallen.