“You wanna eat or you wanna f**k?”
I blinked.
Then I asked back, “I get a choice?”
“You do right now.”
I stared up at him. Then his words drifted through my head, specific ones.
Then I asked, softly and carefully, something I’d wanted to know for a while and never thought I’d get a chance to ask and even if I did, I would.
But I did.
“Did you jack off, thinking of me?”
“Absolutely.”
My womb convulsed again.
I knew this sensation showed on my face because I heard him whisper, “Baby wants her Daddy.”
Oh.
My.
God.
Definite mini-orgasm.
“Fuck yeah, my baby wants her Daddy,” he growled. Then I was up, his hand on my ass, my legs wrapped around his hips, his other hand in my hair, cupping and tilting my head forcing my lips to his as his mouth took mine. Then he walked us to my bedroom.
He took us down together on my bed.
Then baby got her Daddy.
Delightfully.
* * * * *
“Open,” Knight commanded.
I opened my mouth and he slid the broken off chunk of carrot cake inside. Then I made sure I got all the frosting by closing my lips and gently sucking his thumb as he slid it out.
“Fuck me, baby,” he whispered, my eyes lifted to him, I liked what I saw and even still chewing, I grinned.
His eyes instantly got dark, his other hand went to the covers and slid them over my behind.
My chest seized.
He’d done me bossy then he’d gone into the kitchen to get the food. He came back still in the mood to be bossy and I knew this because he told me to stay on my belly and he fed me.
So I was on my belly in my bed, naked, Knight na**d beside me. The covers were up to his waist, but now down over my bottom. My arms were crossed on the pillow in front of me and I knew by the dark, hungry look on Knight’s face that Daddy had essentially never left but he was definitely home.
His hand glided light over my behind as he ordered, “Spread.”
I started breathing again but I did it heavy.
Then I spread.