My Dad's Best Friend (A Touch of Taboo #3) - Katee Robert Page 0,20

happy now?”

His hands tighten on my hips. “I’ll be happy when you stop teasing me and take this cock, baby girl. Or were you just talking a big game before?” His voice goes drier yet. “Boyfriends. Girlfriends. You like sex so much, you have it whenever you get a chance to, even with your parents down the hall. And yet, here you are, fighting to take me like it’s your first time.”

Shame heats my skin. His words are perfectly curated, perfectly inflected to sting. I grip his shoulders and work myself down another few inches. I almost have all of him now. It shouldn’t be so hot that I can’t simply take him. It shouldn’t be…but it is.

I roll my hips. Finally, a small eternity later, I have us sealed together. I’m panting and his hands have the slightest tremor that betrays how affected he is by this whole thing. How hard he’s fighting to make me do this instead of taking over. All in the name of delivering the fantasy.

“You feel good,” I breathe. When he doesn’t respond, I lean forward and press my breasts to his chest. “You know what that means, right? We just have to keep fucking until I can take your cock easily.”

He shifts his grip to my ass and uses it to grind me down onto him. Sparks of pleasure dance behind my lids, but Jonas gives me no mercy. “There you go again, tempting me with something I shouldn’t want.” He keeps me moving on him, no longer pretending that he’s anything other than in control of this moment. “Pussy so good, it’s enough to drive a man like me out of his fucking mind.”

I drag in a breath. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He thrusts up as he drags me down, sinking so deep, I swear I can feel him in the back of my throat.

“Oh fuck.”

Just like that, it all stops. He holds me immobile, a forbidding look on his face. “What did I tell you, Blake?”

11

I blink at Jonas, my pleasure-drugged brain struggling to figure out what the hell he’s talking about. “What?” He lifts me off his cock and practically tosses me facedown on his lap. I bounce a little on the mattress, my sound of surprise morphing into a yelp when Jonas brings his hand down on my ass. It’s not a particularly harsh hit, but it stings like a motherfucker. “Wait!”

He pauses, one hand spread on my lower back, holding me in place. “Yes?”

Understanding dawns in the midst of my confusion. He’s waiting for me to tell him if I want this to stop or if I’m willing to keep playing. I inhale slowly. Earlier, I told him I don’t mind spanking, and I meant it. He just surprised me. I force myself to hesitate a beat to ensure that’s really how I feel, but there’s nothing but lust coursing through my veins. I turn my head so I can see him. “Please don’t punish me. I’m sorry.”

“You keep saying that word. I think we have differing definitions of the word ‘sorry.’”

I make a face. “You had a perfect opportunity for a Princess Bride quote and you butchered it.”

“Ah.” His lips shift as if he’s fighting down a smile. I don’t get a chance to relish that I almost just made him laugh despite himself because he brings his hand down across my ass again. And again. And again. They’re strikes meant to sting, to provoke a response, not to bruise.

That doesn’t stop me from struggling and whimpering with each contact. “Daddy, please!”

“You’re still being too loud.” This time, when he spanks me, he doesn’t immediately lift his hand. Jonas squeezes my smarting ass. The firm contact has me squirming in an entirely different way. It’s as if the spanking sensitized my skin to the point where I can feel every methodical squeeze in my clit. “Do I need to cover your mouth again?”

“Yes.”

He sighs. “You answered that too quickly.”

“Did I?” I can’t help lifting my hips a little, a clear invitation that he ignores. “Sorry.”

This time, he can’t hold in a chuckle. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Easy answer: fuck me senseless.” I’m not even playing a role right now. I’m just enjoying myself.

Jonas lifts me, moving me as easily as he would a doll, and arranges me on his lap, facing away from him. “Keep an eye on the door.” He doesn’t wait for a response. He just positions his cock at my entrance and then grips