My Dad's Best Friend (A Touch of Taboo 3)

“In a minute.” He keeps fingering me. “We both know you’re too much a little slut to be satisfied with a single orgasm.” He shoves up my dress and guides me to perch on the edge of my desk. “One more should tide you over until we get back to your place.”

I brace my foot on the chair arm, spreading my legs wide. “I’m not a little slut.”

“Liar.” He grips my hip. “Look how eagerly your pussy takes three fingers. We both know that’s not enough, either. You need my cock.”

I watch his fingers press into me and retreat, soaked with our shared desire. It’s vulgar and sexier than it has right to be. “You’re right.” I whimper. “I need your cock, Daddy.”

“Too bad. You can’t have it again yet.” He leans down and sucks on my clit as he keeps fucking me with his fingers. He’s right. I do need another orgasm. I don’t understand how this man knows my body so well and won’t hesitate to give me what I need, but I’m not questioning it. I’m too busy coming all over him.

We manage to make it back to my apartment sometime later, but we barely get through the door before I’m on my knees and sucking his cock down. Just like I promised.

It’s not until the next morning that we realize we completely forgot to order in. Jonas stretches out next to me, looking perfectly at home in my bed. “Brunch.”

I blink. “Brunch?”

“Yeah. It’s the weekend.” He trails his fingers down my spine. “We’ll go out for brunch. Eat something. Get you a few mimosas if you’re in the mood.”

I smile. “And then come back here and fuck each other senseless.”

“No.” He lightly smacks my ass. “Then we’ll take a walk and talk for a bit.” Despite his words, he hooks my thigh to bring my leg up so he can play with my pussy. “I know a lot about you, but I’d like to know you better.”

“I’d like to get to know you better, too.” I lift my hips, urging him to press his fingers deeper. “Brunch sounds nice. Talking sounds better.”

“Mmhmm.” He moves to kneel behind me and urges my hips high. “Just one more thing to take care of before we go.”

“Oh?” I manage to sound curious instead of just horny. “What’s that?”

“You and your needy pussy.” He notches his cock at my entrance and grabs my hips, working me back onto his length. “You’re my baby girl, Blake. That means I take care of you in every way.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” I press my hands to my headboard so I can thrust back against him. It’s the truth, though. He does take care of me. From fucking me just the way I need to his calm confidence in my ability to handle anything my business throws my way. I don’t know what my future will bring, but I’m so fucking glad that Jonas is part of it.

I moan as he thrusts into me. “We should have known a weekend was never going to be enough.”

“That’s right.” He leans down to snake his hand down my stomach to my clit. “Not a couple days, or a couple weeks, or fuck, even a couple years.” He curses. “I mean to keep you, Blake.”

I turn my face enough for him to claim a kiss. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go a second time.”

“Damn straight you’re not.” Jonas laughs, rough and low. “You’re mine, baby girl. And I’m yours. For good.”