by K. Webster
Once he’s done, he deposits the cloth into a hamper, then finds some track pants. He pulls them up over his naked ass, but leaves his chest bare. I lick my lips.
“Don’t look at me that way,” he growls. “I promised you sweet, and I gave you sweet. If you keep staring at me like you want to suck me dry, we’re going to be here all night and you won’t be able to walk by morning.”
I wince at that visual. My pussy hurts. If what he gave me just now was his version of gentle, I’m nervous about what he considers “fucking.”
“Come,” he orders.
I walk over to him and give him a shy smile.
“When you’re in this house, nothing outside of making me happy matters. Understood?” he asks, his expression almost cold.
“Yes,” I agree quickly.
“So, if I want to parade you through the house wearing nothing but my teeth marks, I will. No matter who sees. Do you understand?”
Shame courses through me. “They’ll see me naked?”
“Perhaps,” he says with a shrug. “But it doesn’t matter. Don’t worry about them. You’re to only worry about me.”
“Okay.”
“Go dress.” He narrows his eyes, challenging me to say no.
I swallow and lift my chin. “When will I see you again?”
“Tomorrow,” he assures me.
“After work?”
“You’ll know when I’m ready for you.”
I’m slightly disappointed, but give him a nod. I walk past him, but he hooks an arm around my naked waist and pulls me to him. His mouth finds my ear as he gropes my breast. “I want you. Every second of every day. I will see you tomorrow without doubt, even if I have to walk over there and steal you from your father. Got it, angel?”
Relaxing against him, I nod. “Got it.”
He lets me go and then disappears into the bathroom. Soon, I hear the shower turn on. With a sigh, I leave his bedroom. I don’t see anyone, so I hurry to where I left my clothes in the middle of the foyer. I pick up my bra and struggle to put it on quickly. I manage to yank up my panties, only slightly wincing, then my shorts. I’ve barely got them fastened when I hear a voice.
“You fucked him.” The words are cold and accusing.
Hayden.
“I don’t answer to you,” I bite out as I bend and snatch up my shirt.
He steps out from behind the staircase. His cheek is painted with four scabs from where I clawed him. I used to crush so hard on Hayden, but now he bothers me. It’s like he’s always creeping around me. If he’d have kissed me, then came for me the next day, we could have been a couple all along. He wasn’t interested, though. It’s like he’s not into me unless someone else is.
“Nice bra,” he mocks. “I bet Dad loves it. Did he put those hickeys all over you?”
I yank the tank top over my head. “Fuck you, Hayden.”
He storms over to me, and I back up until I hit the wall behind me. I don’t know what the hell his problem is, but he freaks me out. I’m about to kick him in the nuts when he gets pulled away. Rage, like I've never seen before, screws up Nixon's normally cool features. He hauls off and punches his brother.
With a roar, Hayden turns around and lays Nixon out with a powerful punch to the side of his head. Nixon crumples to the floor, completely knocked out.
“Nix!” I cry out, rushing over to him. He blinks at me in confusion. I turn my scathing glare to Hayden. “Get the hell away from us!”
He has the sense to look remorseful for hitting his brother. When the front door opens and Brock walks in, Hayden stomps up the stairs. Brock doesn’t meet my eyes as he rushes over to his brother.
“What happened?” he demands, his voice sharp like his father’s.
“Your brother is an asshole,” I tell him.
Brock lifts his gaze to meet mine. I see sadness in his eyes, but I am so done with him, it isn’t even funny.
“Do you have this?” I ask.
He nods.
“Good. I’m out of here.” I lean forward and kiss Nixon on the forehead. “Text me later and let me know when you’re feeling better.”
I get to my feet and run the whole way home without looking back.
Chapter Seven
Eric
The conference call with our Taiwan reps lasted way too long. I thought I was going to nod off and pass the hell out. Last night, I laid in bed replaying everything that happened with Rowan. Her cunt was so tight. Best sex of my entire life. I’m addicted to her and can’t hardly wait to have her again. Just thinking about her has my cock thickening in my slacks.
“Do you need any coffee while I’m up?” Kristyn asks, peeking her head in my door.
“I’m good.” Normally, I’d be checking out her tits in her shirt, but my mind keeps flitting to a pair of the hottest tits I’ve ever had my hands on.
Kristyn leaves, and I get lost catching up on emails. I don’t come out of the zone until I hear a knock on the door. Expecting Kristyn, I let out an exasperated huff.
“Hi,” Rowan says from my doorway, looking drop dead gorgeous. She’s wearing a peach-colored strapless dress that fits her body like a glove.
“Damn,” I utter in appreciation. “What are you doing here, angel? I thought I made it clear I would come for you.”
She pouts, but it doesn’t deter her. “I missed you.”
So needy.
I arch a brow when she closes the door behind her. Her fingers shake as she starts pulling at the zipper on the side. So fucking adorable.
“Did you come here to seduce me?” I ask, a hint of amusement in my tone.
“Is it working?” Her brows crash together as though she’s worried I’ll turn her away.
Fucking never.
“My dick is hard.”
Her cheeks bloom rosy red. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” I say with a smirk. “Oh.”
I pat my thigh. “Take that dress off and come sit in my lap.”
She giggles and lets the material slide off her body. Her tits are bare, and her panties are a nude color. With her nude-colored heels matching her panties, she walks over to me looking good enough to eat.
“Tell me about your day,” I murmur as she gets nearer.
Her tits jiggle as she awkwardly tries to sit in my lap. I yank her to me, and she relaxes in my hold. With my hands on her hips, I position her so she’s straddling me, her barely clothed cunt rubbing against my eager dick. I lean forward and suck on her nipple until she squeals. When I pop off and grin at her, she playfully swats at me.
So fucking cute.
I love when she looks terrified, but I also love when adoration shines in her eyes. This girl is so desperate for attention. I guess her precious daddy doesn’t give her enough. I reach up and tug at her necklace.
“Who do you belong to?” I arch a brow up at her.
She bites on her lip. “Daddy.”
“Jax Wheeler?”
“You.”
“Good girl. Tell me how your day was. Mine was fucking boring as shit.”
She smiles as her hands tentatively touch my cheeks and ears. “I had school. It was boring too.”
“Did you wear this to school?” A spike of jealousy, not a characteristic I’m used to, surges through me.
“Oh, no. I put this on for you.”
I reach between us and rub at her clit through her panties. “You’re so eager to please.”
“I am,” she agrees.
She squirms as I massage her. I love how wet her panties get almost immediately. Pushing them to the side, I enter her with my longest finger. Soaked. Always drenched, this girl. She rides my finger. Her motions are awkward and nervous. I let her spread those pretty wings and test out flying a little on her own. It’s so beautiful to watch her find her sexuality.
“I need you,” she whines.
I lean forward and suck on her tit. “I don’t have condoms with me. You’re going to have to come all over my fingers and then get creative as to how
you’ll get me off.”
She moans when I push a second finger into her. Using my thumb, I circle her clit as I fingerfuck her.
“You could just pull out,” she whispers.
And chance having more fucking kids? Screw that.
“Your cunt is too tight and juicy to pull out mid fuck. I wouldn’t be able to, then I’d be at the drugstore buying you a morning after pill. Let’s be responsible adults here,” I chide.
Her lips purse out in a pout. She gives up on begging for what she can’t have at the moment and loses herself to my touch. I bring her to orgasm quickly. A smug grin tugs at my lips the moment she throws her head back in ecstasy. Dark purple bruises mar her slender throat, and I fucking hope Jax got an eyeful. Something about that motherfucker rubs me the wrong way. I’ve hated his guts since the moment I met him. Like a living, breathing beast growing into an entity that cannot be contained. Taking his daughter from him sates my inner animal.
When she comes down from her high, I slide my fingers from inside her and hold them up between us. They glisten with her juices.
“Taste yourself,” I order.
She frowns. “Why?”
A flare of anger surges through me. She must sense I don’t like her asking questions because she grabs my wrist and pulls it to her mouth. Her fat lips, perfect for sucking cock, wrap around my two fingers. I groan when her little tongue darts out to taste herself. With my heated stare on hers, I push my fingers into her throat. She gags and tears well in her eyes. I pull my hand away and shake my head.
“Relax your throat if you ever have any hope of putting my dick there.”
Her eyes drop in shame. Using my wet finger, I lift her chin until she’s looking at me again.
“Don’t ever hide from me,” I tell her. “I’m trying to teach you. Don’t you want to please me?”
She nods. Her bottom lip starts to wobble and the sweet girl bursts into tears. I hug her to me and stroke her bare back.
“Angel,” I croon. “I’m not mad at you. I’m simply stern. If I were mad, you’d know it.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, sobbing.
I chuckle and stroke her hair. “For what? Being so goddamned beautiful that I have a hard-on every time I see you?”
She lets out a breathy giggle and pulls away to look at me. “I want to do a good job. I want you to want me.”
I slide my fingers into her gorgeous brown hair and pull her to me. “I already want you,” I say with a grin before kissing the hell out of her.
She kisses me stiffly at first, but then her body grows heated once more. Her hips rock as she grinds against my dick in my slacks. God, she’s such a temptation. I want to fuck her across my desk and make her scream. I’m about to suggest that, condoms be damned, when she breaks away and slides down onto the floor in front of my chair. Her hands are clumsy as she unbuckles my belt and pulls my hard-as-stone cock from my slacks. She furrows her brows in determination as she wraps her plump lips around the tip of my cock.
“Licking the tip is a tease,” I say with a grunt.
She nods and attempts to take me further. Her nostrils flare as she focuses. I tangle my fingers in her hair and enjoy the way this teenager teaches herself how to suck dick. My office door clicks open and Levi opens his mouth to say something. His gaze quickly darts from the dress on the floor to me. When he starts to back out, I shake my head and point to the seat across from my desk.
He smirks and shrugs before sitting down. The file in his grip is forgotten as he stares at the back of the brown-haired girl as she sucks my cock. I drag my gaze from my friend. Rowan’s slobber is running down my shaft. She’s making a big fucking mess, but it’s cute. Sometimes, when you’re used to getting good head all the time, it’s fun to get really bad head to switch things up a bit. Rowan needs a lot of practice, and I’ll let her practice any time she wants.
She tries to take me further, but gags again, more slobber soaking my slacks. Levi is amused as shit and grins wickedly at me. I know I’ll owe his ass an explanation later. The sick bastard will want to know every dirty detail like a goddamn girl.
Rowan’s hand gently touches my balls, and it throws me off my game for a minute. Her throat relaxes just a bit. It gives me the opening I’m looking for. Gripping her hair hard, I thrust up while bringing her head down, sliding all the way into her tight throat. It takes her a second before she freaks out, her throat constricting as she gags.
“That’s it,” I praise. “Relax your fucking throat.”
A humming that sounds like a pained whimper buzzes up her throat, adding to the sensation, and I come with a groan. My seed spurts down her throat. She gags again, noisily, but thank fuck doesn’t barf all over my slacks. Once I’ve emptied my orgasm into her little belly, I release her.
She jerks back and gags again. Her mascara runs down her cheeks, along with her tears. Snot and drool are smeared all over her face.
“You’re quite a mess, angel,” I chide as I grab a tissue from my desk and hand it to her.
She cries quietly as she cleans herself up. I grip her chin and smile at her, loving the way her brown eyes lighten.
“That was fucking perfect.”
She smiles. “It was?” I love how raspy her voice is.
“So hot.”
As she stands, I frown at her. “Remember how I said whenever you’re with me, I’m the only thing that matters?”
Her body stiffens as she nods. “Yes.”
Pointing past her, I alert her to the other person in the room. “Levi and I have a meeting. Don’t mind him. I’ll see you soon.”
She makes a choking sound and shoots me a worried stare.
“Only me,” I remind her, then slap away her hands now covering her tits. “Don’t do that when you’re around me.”
She swallows and gives me another quick nod. With her eyes on the floor and hands at her sides, she walks around my desk and picks up her dress. She shimmies into it and zips the side.
“Rowan,” I bark at her.
She jumps and turns my way.
“Don’t I get a kiss goodbye?”
Relief flashes in her features and she all but runs to me. I let out a chuckle when she throws herself into my arms, her mouth attacking mine. I kiss her hard while gripping her thighs harder. She whimpers and squirms, but doesn’t try too hard to get away. When we’re both breathless, she pulls away.
“Go do your homework like a good girl.”
She breaks away reluctantly, then starts for the door.
“Nice to meet you,” Levi says with a wolfish grin.
A quick wave is all he gets before she bolts from the room. Good girl. As soon as the door closes behind her, Levi chuckles.
“You found a good one I see,” he says before tossing a file on my desk.
“I could say the same for you,” I challenge. “Kristyn seemed awfully comfortable sitting at your desk yesterday.”
His features darken. “She’s a good one too.”
Chapter Eight
Rowan
I stare in the mirror as I straighten my hair. Eric said he’d come for me and I want to look perfect for him. I’ve dressed in a turquoise dress that bares my shoulders and creates a heart effect with my breasts. It’s poufy and hangs about halfway down my thighs. I love it because it makes me feel girly. I’m just touching up my blood-red lip stain when the doorbell rings.
He’s here.
My heart pounds in my chest as I slam the cap on the lip stain. I attempt to calm my nerves as I hurry down the stairs. Daddy texted earlier saying he won’t be home until late, so I’ve got plenty of time to spend with Eric. When I open the front door, I suck in a sharp breath. Eric stands there with his hands behind his back, looking exquisite and expensive in his high-dollar, custom made suit.
“You look beautiful,” he praises, his voice deep and gravelly.
I beam at his words, then bounce over to him. Throwing my arms around his neck, I kiss him as though I didn’t just see him
a couple hours ago. He chuckles against my lips.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
I pull away and frown. “You want to come in?”
“I want to see where my girl lives.”
In all the years we’ve lived here, Eric has never been in my house. All four of his boys have, but not him. A thrill shoots through me. “Okay.”
“But first,” he murmurs as he reaches up and fingers my necklace, “I want to give you something.”
I blink at him, my cheeks blushing with heat. “You do?”
“You deserve to be showered with gifts,” he explains, his steel-blue eyes boring into mine.
When he holds out a jewelry box, I can’t help but squeak with excitement. I take it from him and find two shiny diamond stud earrings.
“Oh, Eric, they’re breathtaking,” I say in awe. They came from a jewelry store I don’t recognize, but they look pricey.
He grins at me as he sets to putting each one in my ears. His hands are hot as they brush against the side of my neck. I’m desperate to have him. I clutch his hand and guide him into the house. He’s quiet and patient as I show him each room. When I reach my dad’s room, I intend to keep going, but he stops.
“There,” he says, pointing into the room. “I’m going to fuck you there.”
I stare at my dad’s immaculate bed and shake my head. “W-What? No! Are you crazy?” I hiss.
Eric’s jaw clenches and he glowers at me as though I’ve just struck him. “Excuse me?”
I bite on my bottom lip and stare helplessly at the giant bed. He’ll know. If Eric fucks me there, my dad will know. I just have a feeling.
Eric looks at his watch before shooting me a cold stare. “Oh, look at the time. I need to go.”
I’m shocked at his sudden mood change and panic rises inside me. “No,” I breathe. “Please don’t go.” I reach forward and twist his tie around my hand as I plead with him using only my eyes.
He strokes my hair and shakes his head. “Why are you being so defiant?”