Devour Me, Baby - A Yeah, Baby Novella

He stuck out one hand and I shook it as his other clasped my shoulder. “I don’t know how to thank you, Ethan. You know how long I’ve waited.” He glanced at where Lilah had disappeared and sighed. “It’s obvious that you’ve protected her like your own daughter”—my gut clenched in rejection of his summation. I didn’t see Lilah as anything but my soul mate, my soon-to-be wife and mother of my children. But, respecting her wishes, I kept quiet—“and while I’m a little jealous of the relationship you have, I’m grateful. I just hope I can build one with her too.”

Voices outside the door alerted us to her return and Samuel went back to his spot on the sofa. Lilah walked in accompanied by a plump brunette in her early forties, with a wide smile and a rock the size of Texas on her left ring finger. Lola was a bright ray of sunshine in Samuel’s life, and I was certain she would be a bridge between father and daughter.

“Well now,” she said excitedly, her brown eyes sparkling. “We’ve certainly gotten lucky, Sam. She’s a keeper.”

Lilah blushed, but as I expected, Lola’s bright attitude and charismatic draw had put Lilah more at ease. “And, I’ve even convinced her to forget this rubbish plan of staying somewhere else. She’ll have the whole guest suite downstairs!”

My body went rigid at her announcement. What the fuck? Lilah wouldn’t be staying anywhere but in my fucking bed, and I’d been completely clear about it from the beginning. I’d agreed to keep our relationship a secret for a while with the condition that she tell them she was “staying with a friend.”

Lilah peeked at me through her lashes and when she clocked my no doubt thunderous expression, her eyes darted away guiltily. She rushed over and took a seat on the opposite side of the couch from her dad, keeping her back to me.

Lola launched into a conversation, drawing both Lilah and Samuel out of their shells, keeping the topics light and helping them get to know each other. All the while I stayed where I was, silently fuming.

Sometime later, Samuel looked up at me and I quickly wiped all expression from my face. “I hope you’ll stay for dinner, Ethan.”

“Absolutely,” I answered evenly, trying to hide my clenched jaw and the anger radiating from my body.

Lola smiled happily and stood. “Great! I’ll go check on it.” As she neared me, she placed a hand on my arm to gain my attention. “Would you mind grabbing Lilah’s bags from the car and take them to her room, Ethan?”

It was on the tip of my tongue to refuse, but I decided to do as I was asked for now. I needed to talk to Lilah alone before I caused a scene. After retrieving her small amount of luggage, since most everything had been shipped to our home, I dropped it in the bedroom of the guest suite on the first floor.

Stalking out into the hall, I glimpsed a flash of mint green, and platinum-blonde hair, vanishing into Samuel’s office. I purposefully strode after her and walked in to find her bent over, her round little ass in the air, rummaging through an open drawer of the desk. I shut the door behind me, flipping the lock. At the sound of the click, Lilah whirled around, clutching a small book to her chest.

She breathed out in a huff and frowned. “You scared me,” she accused. “Lola sent me in here to grab this photo album.” Her defensive explanation was unnecessary. I didn’t give a flying fuck why she was in there. My long legs quickly ate up the distance between us and I snatched the book from her, tossing it onto the desk. Then I put her wrists behind her back, locking them in one of my hands. I backed her up until she was caged between me and the desk.

“I ought to put you over my knee and spank the shit out of you, baby girl,” I growled. Her eyes widened and she glanced over my shoulder to the office door. “Eyes on me!” I snapped. “You want to explain why the fuck Lola thinks you’ll be spending your nights here?”

She dropped her blues to my chest, and I used my other hand to grip her chin and lift her face. “I said eyes on me!”

“It just seemed simpler than trying to hide where I was actually staying and make it easier to get to know them.” Her lips pursed. “Isn’t that what you convinced me I should do?” she asked stubbornly.

This whole situation had me on edge and I leaned my face down so I was only a breath away, snarling, “Is that what you want, baby girl? To sleep alone? To go to bed every night and dream about my mouth making you come? My cock filling your soaked pussy?” Her face heated at my words, but I wasn’t done yet.

The position I had her in was pushing her tits into my chest and my rock hard cock against her belly. I pressed a little more, emphasizing my point. “Is that what you want, Lilah? Dreams of me, instead of the real thing?”

“Um—well, I—” she stuttered. I cut her off, sealing my mouth over hers. My tongue pushed into her mouth, dancing with hers and she moaned.

I couldn’t fucking take it any longer. Between my anger and raging desire, I lost my mind. With one hand at her waist, I lifted her onto the desk, perfectly aligning our centers. Pulling on her arms and arching her back even more, I palmed one of her tits, squeezing it in rhythm with the plunges of my tongue.

I eventually tore my mouth away from hers and waited, panting, for her to open her eyes. They were glazed and filled with fire. “You need to keep quiet, Lilah. You don’t want your daddy to hear me fucking his little girl, do you?”

My words shattered her haze and she glanced at the door once more. Setting her on her feet for a moment, I slapped her ass with a swift crack. “I won’t tell you again, Lilah,” I barked, and her eyes shot back to mine. I nodded, satisfied with her obedience and placed her back onto the top of the desk. “Can you be silent?” I pushed as I tweaked a rigid nipple. Her lips pressed into a straight line and she nodded. “Good girl.”

I let go of her wrists and put her palms down on the wooden surface so they supported her position, back arched, tits thrust out. “These don’t move,” I instructed harshly. “And, I want you watching everything I do to you.” I was out of fucking patience, and I didn’t wait for her agreement before shoving her blouse up and pulling down the cups of her bra. My lips wrapped around one peak and I sucked it deep.

I glanced up through my lashes and drank in the sight of her hooded eyes watching me. I bit down lightly and she bit her bottom lip, turning it white in her effort to stifle her moans. I needed a taste of her. In record time, I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them, along with her underwear, all the way off.

I pushed her legs open as wide as they would go and bent her knees, setting her feet on the edge of the desk. My mouth immediately latched on to her pussy, devouring her sweet nectar. I licked and sucked, periodically driving my stiff tongue inside her, until she was vibrating with tension.

My girl was loud and normally, I fucking loved it. But, I didn’t want anyone hearing her come but me, and I wasn’t convinced she would be able to hold it in. So, I reached up and clamped a hand over her mouth before plunging a finger inside her and drawing her swollen clit between my teeth. A few thrusts and I was proved right as my hand muffled her scream while her body shuddered with the force of her orgasm.

I surged to my feet, unzipping my slacks and freeing my cock on the way. Grabbing her naked ass, I lined up my dick and pulled her forward roughly, impaling her until I was balls deep.

“Fuck!” I shouted before I realized what I’d done. Shit! Lilah giggled and I glared at her, quieting us both by taking her mouth in a deep, wet kiss. Her legs flew around me and my hips set a punishing pace, thrusting in and out, fast and hard. “We have to hurry, baby girl,” I whispered against her lips. “Squeeze that tight little pussy. I need you to come again.”

She clenched her walls, milking my cock and it grew impossibly bigger, aching with the need to let go. I was practically delirious with the delicious pain, but coherent enough to suck on Lilah’s sweet, rosy nipples and pinch her hard little clit.

The feel of her pussy rippling around me as she came had my orgasm barreling through me like a freight train, and I buried my face in Lilah’s neck to muffle my roar. Driving all the way in

one last time, I planted myself deep and my cock splashed my seed all over her womb. The feeling seemed to set her off again and she bit down on my shoulder to keep from screaming. My dick began to spurt even harder, filling her until there was nothing left.

“Fuck, baby girl,” I panted quietly. “I can’t get enough of you. You’re coming home with me, and I don’t want to hear another argument about it.”

A knock on the door had Lilah’s head suddenly flying up, hitting me in the chin. “Son of bitch!” I yelped.

The door handle rattled. “Lilah?”

Chapter 8

Delilah

Hearing my father’s voice as I was coming down from an intense orgasm, with Ethan’s come dripping out of me, was a wakeup call I could have done without. We’d managed to get cleaned up and my clothes back on me lightning fast, but I’d had no idea how to explain what we’d been doing in there. Ethan had handled it for me after opening the door just enough so he could step outside and speak to my father. He’d made some lame excuse about me being emotionally overwhelmed, and when they walked away, I’d escaped to the suite where he’d put my luggage to lie down for a nap.

Between my fear of getting caught again and Ethan’s anger, the decision had been simple. I couldn’t stay at my father’s home for more than a few days. The next morning, I explained it to him—as beautiful as his home was and as much as I wanted to get to know him, I needed space for myself. The plan was for me to enjoy the weekend with him and Lola before moving in with my friend.