“Jesus,” he murmured against her lips as he came up for breath.
“No talking, Daddy. Just touch me. Please, take the ache away.” Her hands released his hair, only to grapple with the buttons on his shirt. She had the first three undone before he stopped thinking with his dick.
Grasping her wrists one by one and pinning them to the sheets, he inhaled slowly. “Are you sure?”
She nodded eagerly, her hands flexing nervously. “I want this, I want you.”
“Take a deep breath, calm down, and think about it, Alicia. That threesome was incendiary—hell, even I’m feeling the effects of it. I need you to enjoy this, more than me. I can’t make you fly if your fear is weighing you down.”
“Atticus, fuck me. I can’t make it any plainer than that.” Her eyes pleaded with him, her pain tangible enough to excuse her language. “I literally feel like my body is going to fizzle and die. Do something, anything.”
Fuck it. He couldn’t let her suffer any more than he could stand by and witness a puppy drowning. Standing tall, he finished the job of undoing the buttons, then stripped his shirt off. Undressing Alicia cost him precious seconds, but he finally had her naked.
Dropping to his knees, he parted her legs wide and dragged her butt to the edge of the bed. Refusing to give her a chance to think, he closed his mouth over her pussy, moaning in gratitude as her juices flooded his tastebuds.
“Att—Dadd—oh God!”
Licking her from top to bottom, he kept her hips down as she tried to wiggle. Not that she could get far, but he liked having her exactly where he wanted her while he ate his fill. His tongue lapped at her, fluttering around the tight hole he would do anything to claim.
Screw the rest of the world, he was happy to stay right here until he died.
*
Daddy’s mouth was sinful.
The devil.
He didn’t stop. Sucking, licking, torturing her already sensitive pussy with tongue and teeth and lips. Sharp nips of pain that twined into delirious pleasure, followed by a swipe of his tongue, the abrasive tickle of his beard on tender flesh.
Alicia wanted to kick herself for turning this down before, for denying herself the sheer joy of being devoured. Her hands scrabbled at the silky sheets, needing something to hold on to while her world narrowed down to falling apart for him.
Anarchy had been taken by two men, right in front of her. The chase, her friend’s attempts at self-defense and then her surrender…it had roused something inside Lisha that she couldn’t contain.
She cried out loudly, squeezing the thick finger pushing inside her. “Daddy, please!”
It wasn’t enough, would never be enough to satisfy the need that was almost an agony pulsing like a heartbeat in her center. She couldn’t stop seeing Archie’s face contorting in pain, then smoothing out into a blissful daze as Liam—God, Liam—pounded into her like one of Abraham’s breeding dogs fucking a bitch.
Daddy’s teeth nipped her clit, savage enough to send spasms rippling down her limbs. Her feet twitched and kicked, spurred to life by his mouth. Another finger stretched her open, ripping a moan from her throat.
“Come on my face, princess. Give me those sweet little whimpers I fucking love to hear.” Mercilessly, Daddy attacked her weakest point, that vulnerable cluster of nerves, until a scream rose in her throat almost as quickly as the orgasm.
Lips closed around her clit, suction surrounding the hypersensitive nub. Inside her, his fingers stroked and bumped along her inner walls, enticing the nerves into a riot of frenzied clenching.
Alicia detonated, her back arching into a bridge over the sheets as the scream erupted in a constricted whine that burned her throat, her lungs, her…everything. Everything was on fire, the flames eating her from the inside out and fanned by Daddy’s continued licking.
Keening quietly, she rode the orgasm until her body collapsed into the mattress, the sheets cool on her back. Limp, bleary-eyed, she tracked Daddy’s movements as he rose from between her legs, using his hand to wipe the glimmer of her juices from his mouth and beard.
“So. Fucking. Perfect.” He unfastened his belt slowly, dragging it from the loops before throwing it to the right. It hit the carpet with a soft jangle. “Are you ready for more, princess, or have you had enough for now?”
She gulped, watching him suck his fingers clean. The pop of his button coming free, and the hiss of his zipper seemed to be amplified by the endorphins saturating her blood. Her eyes roamed of their own accord down his chest, the definition of his muscles, to lock onto his cock. “I think…I think I need more, Daddy.”
God, could she be any lamer? How many times would she give him a half-assed answer because she wasn’t confident in her answer or his response? She was tired of it, tired of hedging her bets and shielding herself from him. If she wanted something, she was damn well going to tell him without being a wimp.
Steeling herself for the anxiety of putting herself out there, Alicia took a deep breath and looked directly into his eyes. So green, so shadowed with lust and love, they regarded her with a touch of amusement. Nudging aside her inner little, she adopted a formal tone. “Atticus, please give me your cock.”
Eyebrows lifted, he rolled the leather pants over his hips, pushing them down those strong thighs she liked to sit on. By the time he kicked them off his feet, her arousal was no longer sated by one orgasm. “This cock?”
Yeah, that was the one.
“Have you got a second one I don’t know about?” she asked, trying to lighten the impending sense of dread she felt rising. “Because that would be…weird. That would be really weird, right, if you had two of them? I mean, it would be like a threesome with only two people.” She laughed nervously, then slapped her hand over her mouth.
Adoration lighting up his face, Atticus leaned down and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips. “Stop babbling, Lisha. You don’t have to be nervous, I’ll take good care of you.”
There was no doubt he would. She closed her eyes as he caressed the fuzz of her hair, stroking away the tension building in her muscles. She tilted her head to the left as his lips trailed down the ticklish length of her neck, moaning as his beard lit tiny fires under her skin.
“This is unfair,” she whispered, not in complaint.
“This is how your first time should be, princess.” The kisses continued, along the prominent jut of her collarbone, the ridges of her upper chest, and all the way up the other side of her neck.
“But it’s not—”
“For tonight’s intents and purposes, it is. The first time a man exerts self-control around you instead of stealing what isn’t his.” Another kiss on the lips, soft and sweet. “The first time a man gives back more than he takes from you.” A long row of pecks down the center of her throat. “The first time a man shows you how much you’re loved, how much he needs you, how beautiful you are—even though you won’t believe him.”
Her breath seized. He was playing games with her heart again, setting her up to win.
“You have been denied every first you deserve, Alicia. You shouldn’t have been afraid,” he murmured, inching down to skim his lips over her nipple, teasing it into a ripe point. The tightening of her skin around the pale bud felt strange, and it only deepened as his tongue teased her. “You shouldn’t have been in pain, left to bleed. It should never be like that.”
Oh God, what was she meant to do with her hands? It was the stupidest question, a simple problem, but it distracted her from his words. The more he talked, the more he wove her into his spell.
The heat of his body settled on top of her, filling her with a heady rush of panic as memories slapped her around the face. Too heavy, too claustrophobic. Trapped beneath a man with sexual intentions.
Oh, this was bad.
“Easy, beautiful girl. I won’t hurt you, you know that.” Atticus captured her nipple, sucking gently as the tip of his tongue lashed against the stiff peak. “We’re not rushing through this, making mi
stakes.” He switched breasts, treating her neglected nipple to the same achy attention. “Who am I, Lisha?”
She shuddered, biting off a whimper. “Daddy Atticus.”
“That’s right. All of me loves all of you, fears and phobias included.” His fingers grazed her thigh, sneaking up the inside to find her clit and play with it. “Still so wet. Hot and wet and mine. Christ, I want to eat you all over again, but we’ll never leave here if I do.”
Yes, she believed that. Squirming as pleasure crept through the fear, she tried to relax. Even if it hurt when he fucked her, Atticus had already given her more than Abraham ever had. Orgasms were fair trade for what was coming.
“Fuck. Forgot the condom. Hold on a second, Lisha.” Atticus pushed himself away from her, slipping off the bed and striding naked toward a line of cupboards.
As he yanked open one of the doors, Alicia called out, “You don’t have to wear one if you don’t want to. My…Abraham never did.”
“That’s because your father was an asshole and didn’t give a shit about your physical or mental health. He could have exposed you to any number of sexually transmitted diseases—he obviously didn’t keep his dick in his pants too often.” Atticus rummaged around in the cupboard. “He could have gotten you pregnant, and we both know that wouldn’t have ended well.”
Stricken, Alicia used her hands to push herself up the bed until her back was against the pillows. “Did he infect me with something?” Jesus, was she destined to spread death and disease around everyone who knew her? “Am I…contagious?”
“Ah, hell.” Clutching something in his hand, Atticus came back and sat next to her, resting his hand on her thigh. “Princess, you are fit and healthy when it comes to sex. No diseases, no infections. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have put that idea in your head.”
“How do you know?”
He grimaced. “When you were taken to hospital that night, you weren’t in the best condition. The doctor asked permission to do a rape kit, and as Bodie was your next of kin and incapacitated, we may have fudged the rules, just a tiny bit.” He held up his thumb and forefinger, the pads barely touching. “I assumed temporary guardianship. You were coming home with one of us, Alicia—there was never any doubt about that. It was better to get it over with at a time when you couldn’t stress over it, or the results.”
She bit her lip. She knew she should be outraged that he’d taken such liberties, but her mind was too occupied with thoughts of carrying something evil inside her. The anger would hit her later if she didn’t understand that he’d been acting in his Daddy capacity, looking after her even though she hadn’t been his then. “Are you lying to protect me?”
“No. Absolutely not. Alicia, you need to believe that if those test results had come back anything other than normal, we would have told you immediately, and started treatment to fix whatever was wrong.” The earnestness in his voice was calming. “You are healthy. You’re perfectly fine.”
“Okay. Okay, I guess…I guess that’s good news.” She pressed her hand between her breasts, schooling her breathing back to normal.
“It is. My responsibility as your Daddy is to make sure you keep being healthy. Wearing a condom is just one step in those duties. Right now, you’re embarking on this huge journey to discover yourself—going to D.C. and through therapy is the priority now. You need to live before we even talk about whether children are in our future.”
He looked so sad, she thought. It was obvious kids were something he wanted, but she didn’t know if she was an ideal candidate for motherhood. It was a subject they would have to think about, talk about, and sleep on. “Always looking after me, aren’t you?”
His broad shoulders shrugged as he flipped a foil packet through his fingers. “I’m convinced it’s what I’m born to do, Lisha. I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of, things that almost made me into my father. I don’t talk about him,” he told her with a frown. “He makes Abraham look like an angel with a crooked halo. He doesn’t deserve your time or mine, or to have his name whispered into the fucking ether. Just understand that I’m nothing like him.”
“O-Okay.”
“I will go to any measure to keep you happy, safe, healthy, alive. Because I love you, not through obligation.” Rubbing his hand over his face, he sighed. “You’re going to be angry, and I understand that, so let me get dressed and I’ll take you home. I’ll give you space to think it over, and then you can shout at me until we find ourselves on an even keel again.”
Her hand shot out without her thinking about it. “No. You gave a doctor permission to do his job, Atticus. If I’d been sick, I wouldn’t have known. Maybe I wouldn’t have found out until it was too late. It was the right choice, and I’m not throwing away the chance to be with you over it.”
Everything in him stilled. “You’re sure?”
Alicia gestured between her thighs. “Well, you put a lot of effort into getting me wet. It would be a shame to waste it, right?” Her quiet laugh was strained and probably not convincing. “And I’ve left you hanging more than once. Anarchy’s scene got me all riled up and aroused, so I can’t imagine the effect it had on you.”
He lifted the packet to his mouth and used his teeth to rip it open. “I’m not bothered about how I feel, princess. It’s only ever about you and what you need.” It was fascinating to watch him pinch the rubber tip of the circular thing, then roll it down over his cock. “I’m ready if you are, Alicia.”
There was no need to give her a choice—the decision was already made. Leaning forward, she cupped his face and instigated the kiss, moaning as they went from casual touching to blatant groping.
She giggled manically when he tickled her into forgetting everything but him. Her heart was in her throat when he settled over her, his cock pressing into her stomach as he repeated every kiss and stroke from only minutes before.
Inch by inch, he raised her up, bringing her desire to the surface and tempting it to stay. His mouth traveled on a crazy journey, his fingers teasing erogenous zones until she quivered and whined.
When she was half-blind with need, using her hands to map his body, she felt his hips shift. The broad head of his cock slid along the slick seam of her labia, parting them. He notched against her, unmoving as he rested his cheek against hers, his breath gusting by her ear.
“Relax, princess. It’s only me.” He groaned under his breath as he eased forward, persuading her pussy to submit to the pressure. “There we go. No, no, don’t stiffen up. Just relax and let me in.” The crown penetrated, forcing her to suck in a harsh breath of shock. “Such a good girl, Lisha. Fuck, you feel amazing.”
“I need to see your eyes,” she blurted, torn between panic and excitement.
Instantly, his weight was off her. Bracing himself on his hands, he suspended himself over her so she could meet his eyes. She read everything he was feeling on his face—love, awe, lust, pride.
Not her father, she reminded herself, losing herself in the green. Never again would her father or Elliot lay a hand on her, nor would anyone else. Her Daddy would annihilate them for even considering it. “Thank you.”
A quick roll of his hips caught her by surprise, his cock driving deeper than she expected. She clenched down on him, her head falling back and opening her throat for a depraved moan of bliss.
Atticus nuzzled the exposed underside of her jaw. “Good girl. Christ, you’re my new favorite place. Fuck the club, I’m spending the next twenty years inside you.”
“Only twenty?” she whispered back, discovering her voice was compromised.
“Thirty, maybe forty,” he corrected with a low chuckle. “I’ll take as many as I can get. Is there any pain, Lisha? Am I hurting you?”
“N-No.” It was the truth in one respect. The burn she’d been scared of more than anything was there, but it was masked by the thrill of being connected with him. She just felt full and content. “It’s good…I’m okay.”
“Do you need a minute?”
Alicia shook her head. “Just your eyes. That’s all I need.”
“They’re all yours, princess. I’m going to start slow. Just put yourself in my hands and give me control. I’ll take care of everything else.”
True to his word, he did start slowly. Long, slow thrusts and careful withdrawals that set the hairs on her arms standing to attention. Pleasure zipped through her like tiny electrical shocks, her blood pumping in thick surges through her veins. She moaned whenever his cock dragged along the tenderest spot inside her, astonishing her with how wondrous it felt.
Her legs weren’t much use, staying widely spread as Atticus’s hips fitted snugly into the cradle of her thighs. Instinct told her to wrap them around his waist and grip his hips, but they wouldn’t obey, not even for this.
They found their rhythm after only a few minutes. Staring into his eyes, she could read the determination in them as his body kicked up a gear, then another. Breath heaving, she slipped her arms around his back, using her nails as an anchor and leaving marks in his skin.
Flesh smacked against flesh. The wetness of her pussy became evident with the almost obscene noises it made, but she couldn’t care. Worries and stress were flying away with every thrust, an orgasm building deep in her core.
Clench and release. Clench and release.
“You’re killing me,” Atticus murmured, licking her throat as his cock hammered into her. “Never imagined this. Not this fucking good. I need you to come, Lisha. Reach down and touch yourself. Squeeze your clit for a few seconds.”
She obeyed blindly, caught up in the madness. She would do anything he asked, anything to repay this sense of belonging, of rightfulness. The moment her fingers made contact with herself, she set the fuse to the fireworks alight.
Pleasure fired through her like her nervous system was a trail of gunpowder on the ground. It wound through her, taunting her as it arrowed toward her center. “Oh God. Oh God, Atticus.”
Sweat slicked them together, no match against the fire.
Alicia twisted beneath him, seeking the last push into oblivion, finding it as her Daddy rammed inside her so hard the lights switched off for a split second. She came with a garbled scream, clamping down on his cock at the deepest point and locking him in, milking every drop of cum into the condom with the rapid pulse of her muscles.
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