Say Daddy A Mafia Billionaire Romance - Shanna Handel Page 0,22

tells me he wants me as much as I do him.

I rub harder, faster, while holding his gaze. “I think I’m going to come.”

“Make yourself come for Daddy.” His lips are on mine. He’s kissing me hard. Now his hand is on top of my own, directing my movements as he kisses me. He’s pressing harder against my sex, moving faster, his large hand cupping my hand as he does.

His fingers slide inside me. Creating that delicious friction. My own fingers circle my clit.

I want to cry out but his mouth is against mine so instead at the peak of my pleasure, I thrust my tongue into his mouth, swirling and exploring as the waves of climax rock my core. He doesn’t stop kissing me.

I come, his hand on mine, his mouth on mine, my body shuddering against him.

When he pulls away, I’m left panting. Hopelessly addicted to his touch. Wanting more.

He’s unbuckling his belt, taking down his pants. Slipping a condom from his pocket and over his hard, waiting cock. He lifts my hips, balancing my spanked ass on the arm of the couch.

Then his gaze locks on mine once more and he holds it, boring into my soul, as he enters me.

He fills me, stretching me until I fear I’ll break. The angle of my hips lets him drive in further. My legs wrap around his waist. The friction builds inside of my slick sheath as he thrusts in and out. My hands tangle in his hair, slide down his neck, my nails dig into his shoulders as he fucks me, hard and fast.

Making my mind hazy, my heart pound, my knees weak.

He’s deep, plunging so hard and fast, another orgasm finds me after only minutes. My chest heaves in heavy breaths, perspiration dotting my hairline as my core winds tighter and tighter, ready to explode.

His husky command: “Come for Daddy, baby girl.”

His words are the end of me.

I clutch at his shoulders as I cry out. He bangs hard and fast into me as I rise to a level of euphoria, coming in a convulsive shudder. Releasing all the tension he’s built up inside of me with his flirting, his teasing. His words.

Giving me the finale that I came here for.

He comes with his own growl of victory, kissing me as his cock pulsates within me.

A warm happiness surrounds me, making me wonder if it was a mistake to proclaim this as something that could not happen a second time.

But surely, I’ll never be able to do this again.

To be so dirty as to call this man my daddy.

I also know that from this point forward, all sex will be a letdown unless it’s with this man.

Why can’t he be a daddy and a Bachman?

Chapter Seven

Luke

I wake to find Victoria dressed, grabbing her purse, prepared to leave.

Why is she leaving so quickly? Was I too rough? Have I scared her off?

My chest aches at the thought of her being gone. I call out, “Wait. Let me make you breakfast.”

Surprised to see me awake, she turns, a guilty look on her face; she was planning on sneaking out. “I-I can’t. I’ve got to be somewhere.”

I spring from the bed, pulling a pair of sweats over my naked body. I go to where she hovers by the door. The deep need for her to stay consumes me. “Sit your ass down. You need to eat.”

Blush rises in her cheeks. “I was just hoping to get out of here before you woke up. I didn’t want it to be... awkward.”

I ask, “And is it? Awkward?”

Looking me over, a slow smile stretches over her face. “No. I guess it’s not.”

“Then stay for breakfast.” I point to the table. “Sit.”

Just the way she is, the way she smells, the sound of her laugh, the way she fits perfectly in my arms. I want her to stay for breakfast and lunch... call in sick and stay for dinner.

“Fine,” she says, giving me a little of that attitude that makes me want to smack that ass.

I ask, “What’s your favorite breakfast food?”

She raises her brows. “Pancakes?” She looks right at home, sitting at my table.

“Pancakes also happen to be my favorite. Luckily, I have everything we need. Coffee?”

Giving me a nod, she takes a seat at the little table in the kitchen area of the apartment. Watches me as I cross the room, fill the coffeepot with water, grind beans and add those.

Opening my fridge, I throw out a quick mental ‘thank you’ to