Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

Stafford carried her inside.

He really was taking this ‘taking care of her’ stuff seriously.

And Blakely loved it.

She was lapping it up like someone who had been starved of affection all her life.

Which, for a lot of her twenty-six years, she had been.

She stared up at him in fascination.

“You studying my wrinkles, babygirl?”

“No, just looking at the most perfect man in the world.”

He snorted. “I’m definitely not that.” He managed to get into his bedroom and shut the door without having to put her down.

Her man had mad skills.

Sitting her on the bed, he took a step back and slowly started to strip. She clapped her hands. “Ooh, a show.”

He grinned. “Only fair after the magic show you gave that I return the favor.”

“You’re going to do some tricks?” she asked.

“I might know one or two. Most of them involve my tongue, though.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure I know any magic tricks with my tongue,” she said in a slightly breathless voice as he continued to strip off.

The man was built.

She ran her gaze over his broad shoulders, down his firm chest and muscular stomach. He had a small amount of chest hair.

Just enough in her opinion.

Of course, she might be biased.

As he undid his belt, her breath caught. She adored his hands. Wide and masculine.

And they knew a few tricks too.

“Like what you see, darlin’?” he murmured.

She licked her lips. “Oh, yes. More, please.”

“Such good manners. Don’t worry about not knowing any tricks with your tongue. I’m going to teach you everything I know.”

Blakely felt a zing of excitement as he drew his jeans off. “You will?”

“Yep.”

“So you’re going to teach me how to give you a good, um, well, how to . . . you know . . . suck your cock?”

Stafford paused with his boxers halfway down his thighs.

The words had burst out of her so fast that it took him a moment to decipher them. She was red as a tomato, but still staring at him bravely.

That wasn’t actually what he’d been talking about. But if she wanted to learn what he liked . . . hell, he wouldn’t say no.

“I can do that, darlin’.”

“Good! I want to learn what you like,” she said, the red fading from her face. “I want you to enjoy things.”

“Things?” he queried, amused.

“Hey, I can only say one naughty word a day. Maybe a week.” She grinned at him as he finished stripping.

Then he strode toward her. “I think it’s cute how you struggle to say what you think are naughty words.”

His cock was standing at attention already, wanting her touch. Her gaze went straight to it, but she sat still. She looked like she was barely breathing.

“Breathe, darlin’,” he urged.

She sucked in a breath and held it.

“Let it out. In. Out. Good girl. Now, touch my cock.”

Her touch was sweet and tentative and it nearly undid him. He let out a groan, and she snatched her hand back.

“Was that okay?”

“Fuck, yes, darlin’. Keep touching me. You can squeeze harder. You’re not going to break him.”

“I just haven’t done this much. Touched a man’s . . . you know.”

“I know. But let’s not talk about you touching other men. Ever again.” He gave her a stern look and she bit her lip, looking chagrined.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“It’s all right. Now, touch me again. It feels so fucking good.”

She took hold of his dick. This time, her touch was firmer as she ran her hand up and down his shaft.

“That’s it, darlin’. Bit faster. Squeeze me at the base. Fuck, yes.”

“It really feels good?” Blakely asked, her attention fully on his dick.

“Yeah, you have no idea.”

“Can I put my mouth on you now?”

“I need you to get naked first.” Stafford reached down to grab her, putting her on her feet. Then he helped her strip off her clothes. “God, you’re so damn beautiful. And mine.” He grasped hold of her chin, tilting her head back. “No other man is allowed to touch what belongs to me, understand?”

“I understand.”

“Maybe I sound like a possessive asshole, but I don’t share. Fuck, I’m fighting the urge to lock you up and keep you all to myself.”

“That might not work since Kiesha invited me to their next quiz night.”

“Quiz night?” he asked.

“Uh-huh. They have them each Thursday at The Wishing Well. Apparently, they’re heaps of fun and Kiesha’s team wins every week because Juliet is really smart. Can we go?”

To a quiz night at The Wishing Well?

“We don’t have to,” she said hastily. “In fact, it doesn’t sound like something I would like.”

Shit.

What was he doing? He was being an idiot. She never asked for anything. If she wanted to go to a quiz night, he’d make it happen.

“Of course we can go.”

A smile lit up her face. “We can?”

“Sure, darlin’. But I’m going with you. And that asshole better not even look your way.”

He could still see the way that jerk had been staring at his girl.

“Aiden is a nice guy,” she said.

He shot her a look.

“Who is dead to me. Totally dead,” she said hastily.

“That’s better. But I’m going to need you to convince me that it’s me you want.”

“How do you want me to do that?” she asked breathlessly.

“Sit back down,” he ordered.

She sat on the bed.

“Now grasp my cock around the base and lean forward, lick across the head. That’s it. Do that again. Good girl. You’re doing so well.”

She glanced up at him.

Fuck, that was even hotter. Having her gaze on him as she played with him.

“Good girl, keep your eyes on me as you take just the head into your mouth. Now suck. That’s it. You’re doing so fucking well. You have no idea of how good that is. Pull back. Grasp me tighter around the base and lick your way down the shaft. Fuck.”

He was breathing heavily.

He hadn’t thought it would be this hard to keep himself under control. But he was gritting his teeth against the feel of her tentative tongue strokes.

“That’s it. Now take me back into your mouth. Take me as deep as you can. That’s it. Suck. God, darlin’. That feels incredible.”

And he was close to breaking.

The need to pick her up, throw her on the bed, and fuck her until he couldn’t remember his own name was overwhelming.

He had to take deep, slow breaths to keep himself from coming in her mouth.

“Good. That’s it. Take me in and out of your mouth. You’re doing so well. Take me deep and suck. Christ. Hell. Okay, darlin’. Enough.” Stepping back, he reached down and picked her up, throwing her on the bed.

“Hey! I wasn’t finished!” she cried.

“Yes, you are.”

“But I wanted to give you pleasure, to make you come.” Her cheeks were pink as she said that.

Too adorable.

“Darlin’, you gave me so much pleasure, I was almost seeing stars. But I want to be in your pussy when I come. However, first I need to make sure that you’re ready for me.” He kneeled on the bed. “Spread your legs and show me.”

“I’m ready,” she said in a high-pitched voice.

So adorable.

“Show me,” he commanded. “Pull your legs back against your chest and spread them wide. I want to see every inch of your pussy.”

A small squeak escaped her. “Stafford!”

He leaned over her, resting his hands on the bed on either side of her head. “There’s something I need to make clear.”

“What’s that?” she whispered.

“I think you know that I’m bossy.”

“Uh, yeah. I’ve noticed that a time or two.” Her eyes danced with amusement.

“Brat. Well, I like to be in charge. All the time. During sex. Before it. After. Everywhere. All. The. Time. Can you deal with that?”

She swallowed heavily. “What if I don’t want to do something you want me to do?”

“Do you remember your safeword?”

“Red.”

“If I tell you to do something that upsets you, if you’re in pain, scared, whatever, you say it and I will stop.”

“Even out of the bedroom? Like, if you tell me to do the dishes and I don’t want to?”

He reared back slightly. All right, they were on different wavelengths.

“Babygirl, I’m not talking about shit like that. Christ, if I ever order you to do something like the dishes, you slap me and you go tell Grandpa Jack. I’m talking about in the bedroom. And I’m talking about the important things.”

“Like what?”

“Like that you’re not to go to quiz night alone, because I don’t want you around a bunch of men I don’t know. I also don’t want you driving late at night on your own. If you do go into town alone, you have to have your phone on you at all times. It has to be fully charged. And you need to tell me when you’re leaving and when you get back.”

Understanding lit up her face. “Because you care about me. You worry about my safety.”

“Yeah. I worry about your safety constantly. I have since the moment you moved in here. It’s maddening.”

“Because you’re a worrier. Grandpa Jack thinks you were born with a frown on your face, stressing about everything and everyone.”

He snorted. “More than likely. But do you understand what I’m talking about now? There are things you need to do for me to keep yourself safe and happy. And I’ll expect you to obey me.”

“And if I don’t?” she asked, sounding breathless.

“Then you’ll find yourself over my knee.”

“All right. I understand.”

“So . . . what should you be doing right now?” He sat back on his ankles.

Looking slightly nervous, she reached down and grabbed her legs, pulling them back.

“Such a good girl for me.” He ran a finger down between her lips, gathering up the moisture there. Then he popped his finger into his mouth with a moan of pleasure. “So delicious. I just need a small taste.”

Bending down, he ran his tongue along her pussy lips. He hummed, and he heard her breath hitch.

He flicked his tongue against her clit, and she let out small cries of pleasure. Pushing two fingers inside her, he fucked her with slow, gentle thrusts until her cries grew louder and he could feel her tightening around his fingers.

God.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to know what it felt like to be inside her. Moving, he pulled open a bedside drawer and pulled out a condom.

“You can lower your legs, darlin’,” he told her.

“I, um, I’m on birth control,” she said as she placed her legs down on the bed. “I take it because I get really painful periods and I’m clean. I got tested after my last . . . yeah . . .” She trailed off awkwardly.

“Are you sure, darlin’?” he asked. “I’m clean as well.”

“I’m sure.” She gave him a shy look.

Fuck.

He moved back between her legs, leaning over to suck on her nipples until she was crying out, that shyness fading from her face. Kissing his way up her chest, he pressed his lips to hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth as he pushed his cock inside her.

Inch by inch.

He moved slowly, knowing how long it had been since she’d had sex. By the time he was fully seated inside her, they were both breathing heavily.

“God, darlin’. Feels so good.”

“It really does.” She thrust her hips up. “Please. More.”

“You want more?”

“Please,” she cried. “Please move.”

“Fuck, yes.”

Stafford pulled back and drove back inside her, watching her carefully for any sign of pain or discomfort.

But all he saw was desire.

“You were made for me, weren’t you?”

A brief glimpse of uncertainty, then she nodded. “Yes. At least, I hope so.”

“You were. I promise. Just like I was put on this earth to take care of you.”

She wrapped her legs around his hips as he started fucking her with harder, faster thrusts.

“I’m going to take care of you too,” she promised him.

Leaning in, he kissed her, nipping at her bottom lip before sweeping his tongue into her mouth. “You already do, darlin’. You feel amazing. Clench down around me. Christ.”

He moved faster. He was so close, but he didn’t want to come yet.

Instead, he pulled out of her, ignoring her protests. Grabbing her hips, he rolled her over, then drew her up onto her knees so he could fuck her from behind.

Taking hold of her hair, he held it in his hand as he drove back into her.

“Oh God!” she cried.

“You like that, darlin’?” he asked through clenched teeth.

He needed to send her flying so he could come. He wasn’t coming before she did.

“Yes! Yes!”

Reaching around with one hand, Stafford played with her clit. “I want you to come, darlin’. I want you to come really hard around my dick. Be a good girl for me now.”

Sobs escaped her as her entire body shuddered, and he felt her clenching down on him.

“That’s it. Fuck yes.” Grasping hold of her hips, he fucked her until his own release washed through him.

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