“No. You’re being too naughty.” His finger is gone.
My hips wriggle in earnest now and I beg. “Please, daddy, touch me. I’ll be good. I’ll stay until my contract is up.”
He dips his finger in me, giving my clit another taste of his caresses. “Tell me you’ll stay another night, babygirl.”
Babygirl. That name does something to me, hitting me right in my core. I have another day off until I’m due back at school…and the extra money would ensure I was taken care of till I get a paid residency.
Plus, I want to stay.
His finger teases me, dipping in and pulling out. “What do you say?”
I let out a low moan. “I’ll stay, daddy.”
“Good girl.” He takes his fingers from me, pulling me from his lap, laying me on the bed on my belly. He crawls over me, pulling my hair back from my shoulder and kisses my neck. His teeth nip at my flesh and arousal pools between my thighs.
He’s parting my legs, wide, kneeling behind me. He lowers himself over me, pressing the head of his cock against my slick entrance. He lays down on top of me, careful to support his weight on his hands, and enters me slowly.
He slides his cock inside me until it fills me. His skin is warm against mine and the feeling is incredible as he moves in and out. I rest my face on my hands, taking in every second, every movement.
He moves so slowly, the pleasure builds like a wave inside of me. Every time his cock enters me all the way, his balls stroking my ass, he kisses my neck. Soon, my fingers are wrapped around the pillow, clutching it as I let out pretty little whimpers. Begging him to let me come. “Please, oh please, don’t stop.”
And he delivers, stroking inside me with his cock until I’m tightening around him, my pussy locking onto him like a vice. I’m mewing like a kitten, calling his name as I come, the wave crashing to the shore in a burst of foam. “Oh, Rawley.”
He gives a low moan as he chases down his own pleasure. “Babygirl. Damn, babygirl. You feel so good. You fit just right.” I feel his cock twitching inside me as it delivers his come, filling me and running out, hot and slick.
Like he’s marking me as his own.
Afterward, we shower together, our naked bodies tangled in a lather of soap suds. He washes my hair for me and the gesture melts me. He soaps my breasts, running his lathered hands between my thighs, then rinses me with the detachable shower head. When he moves to wash the suds from my pussy, he flashes me a devilish smile, turning the shower head pulse to high and holding it between my legs.
It’s too much and I go to push it away, but he pins me to the wall, holding me there with one hand, holding the jet of water between my thighs with the other. “Be a good girl and come for daddy. I want to watch your face as you come.”
His gaze is heavy on me and at first I’m shy and full of shame, but then the orgasm starts to come, hard and powerful, and I lose myself in it. I let my head loll back, my hands holding onto his shoulders like an anchor as I come in a shuddering burst from the warm, pulsing stream of water.
“Good girl.” He kisses my lips, replacing the shower head to its hook over my head. “You’re so pretty when you come for daddy.”
He towel dries my body, kissing every body part after stroking the towel over it. I’m in fucking heaven, being spoiled and pleasured, and I remember I’m supposed to be working. What can I do for him? “I feel like I’m the one who’s getting all the attention here.”
“Let me. I like doing things for you.” He kisses me and takes my hand leading me to the bedroom. “Would you like to go out for breakfast?”
As if on cue, my stomach growls. We laugh at the timing. “I would love that. I’m starving.” I glance around the room at the strewn about clothing from the night before and realize with horror—I’ve nothing to wear.
Unless I go to brunch barefoot, naked, and wrapped in the coat I arrived in.
He comes to the same realization. He looks at me. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this. You get cozy under the blankets so you don’t get cold.”
He likes to take care of people, I can tell, just by the way he is. And a little part of me likes that. Wants that. Craves it.
“Whatever you say, daddy.” I hop in the bed, wrapping the warm comforter around my naked skin. Divine. He heads into the other room, phone in hand. I watch his perfectly sculpted ass as he walks away.