rise in her cheeks. “You make me even harder when I see how my dirty words make you blush.”
I will come but first, I want to have her, right here in my car. I untangle her from my cock.
“Come here, baby girl.” I help her up, my hands slipping beneath her dress, helping to rid her of her panties. “I want you to ride me, hard.”
I take out a condom, but she pushes it away. “I took care of that earlier this week.” She climbs onto me, straddling my lap. Her hands wrap around my shoulders, ready.
Excited to feel her bare skin against mine, I grab my cock, slick from her mouth, and line it up with her entrance. “Already wet for Daddy? Does having Daddy’s cock in your mouth turn you on?”
The sight of her licking her lips makes my cock grow harder. I watch her face as her pussy travels downward, wet and hot and tight. I moan as I fill her, her sheath traveling down, devouring my cock, clenching down on it. “Be a good girl and ride your daddy hard.”
Her head rolls back, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Her hips start to move, rolling forward then back like a wave of the ocean. Lifting my pelvis, I thrust deeper into her and I’m rewarded by a lusty moan from her pink lips.
We rock together, harder, faster. Now she’s pumping up and down on my cock, rising up on her knees, bringing the head almost out of her entrance, then slamming back down onto me with short, bursting gasps.
The storm gathers in my core, my balls tightening and my cock growing impossibly hard. “Keep going, baby, I’m going to come.”
She flashes me a devilish look. “Not before me.” With that sassy response, she gives a deep moan, and her pussy locks down on my cock, milking it for my seed as she climaxes. In an explosive burst, I come inside of her, filling her until the hot lava spills from her, running over us, christening my new car.
Later that night when we’re lying in bed, my body wrapped around hers like a protective cocoon, I know I have to tell her that I’m a Bachman. And that I’m forcing her to move in with me for her protection.
The next day, I have the driver take her to her apartment to change. I give him clear instructions that he is to take her from her apartment to work and keep an eye on her the entire time. Having her out of the apartment affords me the opportunity to debug it. I spend hours searching. Detaching the tiny piece from the inside of the lampshade where I finally find it, I deactivate it.
Next step, I meet with Rockland. Tell him about how the circumstances with our undercover agent friends have changed. And I tell him about Tori. How she’s become entangled with the undercover agents and is now in danger. How I’ll be moving her in with me. But first, I have to tell her who I am.
He gives me permission to share the truth of who I am with Tori.
Now to face her. To demand that my feisty little girl move into my apartment.
I cook her dinner at my place. She sits across from me looking like a vision in a cream silk dress, the material so thin I can see the outline of her peaked nipples beneath it. Pour her a generous glass of wine. Wait until she’s finished it, then refill it.
She takes another sip of the wine. Takes a bite of the pasta I’ve made her. “This is delicious. Thanks so much for cooking for me.”
I say, “I have something to tell you. Something that I think will make you very happy.”
She gives me a smile. “You’re cooking breakfast, too?”
“Of course, but this thing I have to tell you, it’s bigger than breakfast.”
“Bigger than one of your breakfasts? Last time you served me enough food for two grown men. That’s pretty big.” She puts her fork down, focusing on me. “What is it?”
Unsure of how to break the news, I go for simple, straightforward. “I’m a member of the Brotherhood. I’m actually Luke Bachman.”
She gives me a funny smile as her brow knits in confusion. “No, you’re not. You’re Luke Monroe.”
“I wasn’t allowed to tell you before. I work undercover for Rockland. That’s why I have the job at Gotcha’s, this apartment.”
“Are you kidding? Is this your way of teasing me for giving