thighs closed, but I moved my hand from her tit to hold her legs open. “Don’t ever hide yourself from me. I plan on spending hours and hours staring at this pussy. Show it to me.”
She swallowed hard, her pulse going wild and her legs trembling, but after a few moments, she spread them.
And gave me a view of heaven that was even more perfect than I’d envisioned.
And I’d envisioned it far more often than I should’ve.
“So fucking pretty,” I groaned. Running my thumb through her wetness, I stopped with it pushed against her clit.
Juliet rocked her hips, but my hold on her thigh tightened, my fingertips digging in.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice pained.
“What do you need?”
“To come.”
“Ask me.”
“Will you make me come?”
Hearing her sweet voice asking that made precum drip from my dick, but I didn’t give her what she wanted.
Not until she asked correctly.
When I didn’t move, she looked so frustrated, I thought she might cry or start throwing punches.
Taking pity on her, I gave her a hint. “Who am I to you now, dove?”
What I wanted must’ve clicked into place because Juliet didn’t hesitate. She met my eyes and begged, “Please make me come, Daddy.”
Fucking hell.
I’d spent countless nights with my fist around my cock, imagining her asking me that. Reality was far better than any fantasy.
Deep breathing to gain control, I focused on rewarding her. I circled her clit with my thumb. Moving my other hand from her thigh, I teased my middle finger into her tight hole.
“This is mine now,” I growled, watching my hands work her. “You don’t come unless I say so. You don’t play with yourself without me. If you want to come, I’ll give you what you need. Do you understand, Juliet?” When she nodded, I said, “I need to hear it.”
“Yes.”
I stopped.
“Yes, Daddy,” she amended.
My thumb stroked her clit harder. Faster.
Leaning back on her arms, Juliet dropped her head.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I ordered.
She did as I said, her dazed gaze on me as she rocked her hips. Her walls pulsed around my fingertip.
Her quiet pants grew to sexy moans. She cried out, her neck arching and her body tensing.
But she kept her eyes on me as she came from my touch.
Easing the pressure, I gave her just enough to ride the wave but not enough to overwhelm her. Once she was done, I took my finger away.
Shoulders slumped, her face was relaxed and sated.
And happy.
“Better?” I asked, gathering her close.
“Much.”
“What do you say?”
A small smile curled her fuckable lips as she blinked up at me. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Dipping my head to kiss her, I muttered, “I’m already addicted to hearing you call me that. You’re an obsession.”
Not knowing how strongly I meant that, she gave a soft laugh that turned into a yawn.
“You need sleep.” I released my hold and stepped back.
Juliet stood and shot me a small smile. “Good night.”
She started for the door but yelped when I picked her up, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Her brows lowered. “My room.”
“No.” Gripping her ass, I carried her down the hall and opened my door before flicking on the light. “I want you here with me.”
From now on.
Surprisingly, she didn’t argue as she glanced around. “Bathroom?”
I pointed to a door. “Do you need anything from your room?”
She shook her head.
After she closed herself in the bathroom, I stripped down to my boxer briefs. She came out a minute later and stopped in her tracks when she saw me.
As tempted as I was to tease her for staring, I remained silent as I went to brush my teeth and take a leak. After washing my hands, I opened the door to see Juliet sitting with her gaze aimed my way.
Waiting for me.
Finally in my bed.
Now who’s staring, asshole?
Turning off the light, I got into bed. Juliet lay stiff as a board next to me. So much tension radiated off her, I almost let her go to her room.
Almost.
Rearranging us so she was on her side with my body curved around hers, I curled my arm up to cup her tit. Her sharp inhale made my dick jerk. I draped my other arm over her and slid my hand down her shorts, teasing my middle finger along her slit.
“What’re you doing?” she asked, even as she rocked her hips.
“Helping you relax.” Tweaking her nipple, I kissed her neck, biting down hard enough to make her cry out and grow wetter.
“This is not making me