the pad of my thumb.
She screams out as she orgasms, her body tightening and contracting.
“Come for Daddy, baby girl.”
“I can’t take any more!” she cries.
“Daddy knows how much you can take.”
I keep massaging and plunging till she’s splayed out over my lap, crying, “Oh my God, oh my God!”
“That’s a good girl. Come for your daddy, again.”
“Now I want you to crawl on my lap and ride me, pretty girl.” I help her up, standing her before me. Her dress falls back down in place.
Unbuckling my belt, I free my cock and it stands proud and hard and ready for her. I ruck her dress back up around her waist, and her G-string falls from her ankles, down to the floor.
She climbs over my lap, straddling me. Grabbing her hips, I line up my cock with her entrance and bring her down on me, hard and fast. “Now, ride your daddy good.”
Her hands go to my shoulders, her fingernails digging into my flesh. She’s making sweet little sighing noises that make my cock even harder.
Kissing her lips, I ask, “Are you going to stay with me till I get this situation under control?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I kiss her cheek. “And you’re going to be a good girl and do as I say and stay safe?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And let Daddy have your pretty body whenever he wants you?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy!”
My balls tighten. Electricity dances up and down my cock. I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her close. Our mouths find one another as the climax tightens in my core, our tongues tangling together. We come as one, riding the wave of pleasure through our passionate kisses.
A feeling runs through me so strong, it takes me a moment to name it; I’m willing to protect this woman, even if it means laying down my own life.
Chapter Ten
Luke
The next day, we take the driver to her place to pick up the bare necessities so she can be comfortable while she’s staying with me. I’m shocked by the tiny size of her apartment, how few belongings she has. After seeing her place, I’m even more happy she’ll be staying at mine.
It’s a little awkward, moving her into my apartment. I’ve never lived with a girlfriend before—always being so focused on my work in the past, no relationship reached that level. Tori is cute, almost tiptoeing around as she tries to find places to store her things.
Sitting on the bed, I watch her. “Make yourself at home. Feel free to put your stuff wherever you want.”
She places a few books on the nightstand on the side of the bed she’s claimed. “This is just so weird. I told you I wanted to be with you and just a few hours later you’re telling me I have to move in.”
“I’ll take care of it as quick as I can. Then you can go back to your place.” Funny, the thought of taking her back to that tiny apartment tugs at my chest.
When we sleep that night, my body curls around hers like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I wake in the morning knowing she’ll be here again tonight. And the thought causes a welling in my heart.
Rockland and I’ve decided it’s best for me to keep Tori away from Gotcha’s till this mess is cleaned up. I make her breakfast. We take a walk in the park, my gun hidden at my side. We get coffee, sit outside at a sidewalk café, and talk and laugh for almost two hours.
We go back to my place, order in Thai food for dinner. Watch a movie and end up making out like teenagers on my leather couch.
She falls asleep in my arms.
The second day, she’s getting a little antsy. I distract her as best as I can. Take her to the chocolate shop, to the museum. To her favorite café for lunch. But she keeps asking when she can go home.
We’re walking back to my place, passing by the club. She stops, tugging her hand from mine. Her hands go to her hips, and she strikes that sassy pose that makes my hand twitch. “Just tell me. Give me a date that I’ll be back in my apartment.”
Exasperated, I run a hand through my hair. “I told you, I’ll let you know as soon as I do.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “I’m not moving an inch until you give me a date.”
Now I’m pissed. I’m worried about her safety and she’s not giving it