Kissed and Missed (Daddy Issues #2)

Chapter 18

18

JULIAN

PRESENT

“ O h god, oh god, oh god ? —”

Above my head, Honor’s breathy chants turn to moans as I drag my tongue over her swollen clit, groaning as a fresh wave of arousal coats my tongue. Her fingers tighten in my hair, hips lifting off the mattress as I coax another orgasm from her shaking body.

We got back to the suite maybe twenty minutes ago, after spending nearly six hours in the downstairs ballroom approving everything from appetizers to the band for the gala tomorrow night.

Honor was in her element, bustling around with her tablet, assigning jobs and marking off others. After seeing her like that, managing people, listening to their opinions and concerns, I’m even more confident in my decision to put her in place as the head of The Ballard Fund.

She has a way of making people feel heard and turning them the way she needs them to go without being controlling. My entire staff is charmed by her. People I’ve worked with for years who haven’t so much as smiled in my presence, are laughing and cracking jokes. I’ve never felt more a part of my own team than I did today, and it’s entirely due to Honor.

Before we left for the evening, everything was well in hand, and morale seemed to be at an all-time high. The elevator doors had barely closed behind us before I was backing her into the nearest wall, silencing her gasp of surprise with a deep, hungry kiss.

When it opened again, both of us were panting and wild-eyed. The security posted up and down the third floor averted their eyes as we approached, and it was all I could do to keep my hands off her in the thirty seconds it took to go from the elevator to the privacy of our suite.

As the door closed behind us, it occurred to me that I couldn’t give less of a shit about the gala, or the charity, or my businesses. In that moment, the only thing on my mind, the only important thing in the entire goddamn world, was worshiping this woman until she begged me to stop.

The first flat surface we encountered was the narrow, wood console table just inside the entryway. In a matter of seconds, her skirt, stockings, and panties were gone, and I’d lifted her onto the table, shoving her legs apart without ceremony.

I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve given her since then.

At some point, when it occurred to me that the volume of her moans would likely carry to the security posted outside, we relocated to the bedroom. Now, both of us are naked and the sun has long since set outside the bedroom window. Honor’s pussy is swollen and pink, slick with her cum and my saliva, and I’ve never seen anything so sexy.

If she isn’t careful, I’ll make a hobby of this.

“Julian.” She tries to squirm away as her release subsides. “I need you inside me. Please fuck me.”

My dick, which is heavy and swollen, leaking precum over the sheets beneath us, agrees. “I love the way you come for me,” I growl, crawling forward over her body as I reach between us to grip my cock, using it to smack her oversensitive clit.

She pants my name again, and her skin is hot and damp against mine as I settle over her, guiding my cock to her entrance. Both of us hold our breath as I drive forward, filling her completely in a single thrust.

My mind goes blank, heat rushing to my groin as Honor’s pussy grips my dick, hot and slick. A dream. She’s a fucking dream. “ Christ ,” I snarl, “does my good little slut need it rough again?”

Honor whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulder blades as I begin to move, setting a slow, teasing pace that I know won’t be enough for her. “I do, I need it so rough,” she cries, lifting her hips eagerly.

My dick throbs. “Tell me,” I order gruffly. “Tell me exactly what you want, and I’ll give it to you. Anything, Valentine. You just need to say it.” Her lips fall open, and I can tell I have her right where I want her, desperate enough to verbalize the filthy little daydreams I know she’s been hiding behind her good girl facade. Still, there’s reservation in her eyes, doubt, and I won’t fucking have it.

“Honor,” I growl, lifting my hand to her throat, collaring her. “This is my pussy, and I need to know what makes it wet. Do you understand?”

Arousal floods my cock at my words, and Honor whimpers, her pupils blown wide as she gazes up at me, the picture of lust. “I want lots of things,” she admits, moaning as I reward her by fucking her a little harder.

“What do you want right now?” I lean forward, sucking her nipple into my mouth.

Her fingers find my hair, tightening. The noises she’s making, the quiet pleading for more, the wet sound of my cock moving in and out of her body… every fucking part of this turns me on. I can’t imagine anything better than Honor spread out beneath me, taking me, needing me as desperately as I need her. The idea of giving her exactly what she wants, being the one she trusts to satisfy her fantasies? I’ve never wanted anything more.

“Honor,” I rasp, releasing her breast as my hand presses harder on her throat. “Tell. Me.”

Her lips part. “I… I…”

“Honor,” I snarl, because holding back has become agony, every muscle on my body screaming that I give into the urge to fuck her hard and fast.

She whines, “I don’t want you looking at anyone but me.”

All the air leaves my lungs. “Keep talking,” I demand, my tone harsh with desperation as I shove my hand between us to rub her clit. Honor moans, gazing up at me from beneath her pale eyelashes, and I can tell she’s gaining confidence from my reaction.

“I used to fantasize that you’d taken a picture of me in California.” Her hold on my hair tightens as I pump harder, making her tits bounce. “Oh god, don’t make me say it,” she half laughs, half cries.

“Say it.”

“I thought about you using it to jerk off. Other times, I wondered what would happen if I sent you a video of me, what you would have done with it.”

That’s incredibly sexy, and I’m almost as turned on by the confession as I am by her trusting me with it. “You want to know what I would have done with a video like that?” She nods, and I feel her movements growing more desperate as she claws her way toward another orgasm. “I would have rubbed my cock raw, Valentine. Jesus, I’m too fucking old for that shit, but just seeing you smile gets me hard.”

Wetness gushes over my dick as she comes, her scream muffled in my neck as she writhes against me, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. “Julian, Julian, Julian,” she chants, shaking with how hard she’s coming for me.

It would be easy to press deep into her slick, swollen cunt and come with her. Jesus, I fucking want to, but tonight is our last before the gala, and it’s never been more important that I show Honor she doesn’t need to be afraid. I can give her everything she needs.

When her body sags beneath mine, boneless and sated, I pull out and get to my feet, rounding the bed to where my clothes lay abandoned on the floor.

“What are you doing?” asks Honor, propping herself up on her elbows to watch me. She’s so goddamn stunning right now, flushed from the number of times I’ve made her come, her hair messy and her breathing still heavy.

Straightening up, I show her what I was searching for. My phone. Without a word, I cross to the bedside table and prop it up against the lamp, giving the camera a perfect view of the expanse of the mattress and Honor laid out on it.

When I look back at her, it’s clear my guess this would turn her on has been proven correct. “I want to record us.”

She lets out a ragged exhale, her pupils blown wide. “Is it safe? People can get hacked right?”

“There are probably nuclear weapons facilities with less security than my phone,” I promise her, crawling over the bed, laying kisses over her soft stomach and up between her breasts.

Honor giggles, her thighs parting to make room for me again, as I press my dick over her pussy, the tip resting against her clit. “That is not what any taxpayer wants to hear, sir.”

I grunt in response, too busy shoving an arm under her hips, manipulating our position to ensure the phone has a clear view of what’s about to happen. “You’re never going to say the word taxpayer in my bed again, Valentine.” I nip at her bottom lip.

“What do you want?” she asks, her nails trailing teasingly down my back.

“Well…” Without warning, I roll us, and Honor gasps when she finds herself sitting astride me, her slick sex still pressed against my shaft. “I want a video of my good little slut riding my dick and begging for my cum. Can you do that for me?”

Seconds later, Honor is on her knees. Both of us groan as she grips my base and impales herself on my cock. “Julian,” she breathes, squirming as she adjusts to my size at this new angle. “You’re so big.”

My hands tighten on her hips as I will myself not to give into the urge to hammer into her from below. In the corner of my vision, I can see the screen of my phone reflecting everything we’re doing, but I keep my eyes on Honor, determined to enjoy every moment of this. “Use it,” I growl. “I’m going to watch this with my hand around my dick. Remind me how good you look fucking yourself on it. Make me wish I had you instead.”

No further encouragement is necessary, and I watch, hypnotized, as she begins to roll her hips. Her pussy is heaven, hot and tight, and so wet it doesn’t leave a single doubt in my mind that I’m giving her what she wants.

“Beg,” I snarl, my fingers digging into her hips as she begins to move faster. My balls are drawn up and full, ready to unload, but she needs to come first.

Honor shudders, grinding her clit on the base of my cock, desperate and horny and all fucking mine. “Come inside me,” she sobs as her body starts to shake. “Please! Please come in me, I want it deep.”

She’s going to get it.

In the corner of my vision, I can see the light of the phone screen. It’s capturing every second of this, and my horny, possessive Valentine is going to get what she wants—me, never needing or wanting another woman as long as I live.

Honor comes with a broken cry, her hands planted on my chest as I allow myself to follow her. Her cunt squeezes my pulsing dick, milking me deep inside her.

As she collapses onto my chest, I blink up at the ceiling, stunned by my own behavior. With anyone else, I would have balked at the thought of unprotected sex. With anyone else, I would have laughed at the idea of making a sex tape.

I wonder vaguely, as I draw my hand up and down her spine, feeling her warm breath slowing on my chest, what other outrageous things I’ll find myself happily doing for Honor Vogel.

When she finally pulls off my cock, falling to my side with a sleepy sigh, I reach to turn off my phone, and Honor finally speaks. “So, if we were to go through with it all… the job, being together and everything. What would that look like?”

I prop myself up on my elbow, staring down at her. It’s difficult to contain the reaction these words have sparked in me. “What do you mean?” I ask cautiously.

Honor nibbles on her bottom lip, obviously hesitant. “I mean, where would The Ballard Fund be based? Would I have to move to California? And you travel a lot, right? I don’t like the idea of you always being gone without me,” she admits, almost sheepishly. As if I could be anything other than overjoyed she wants to be apart as little as I do. “Would I be allowed to travel with you? For work trips and stuff?”

I blink. Did we really not have this discussion? Wracking my brain, I realize we haven’t . It’s been such a chaotic few days that the particulars I worked out on the plane, about how to make this work for both of us, were never discussed. “No. It would be based here. My team has already secured a lease on an office space. It’s located about a block from your father’s business, actually. I expect we will outgrow it quickly though, and I would like to have something built.”

She offers me a hopeful little smile. “I know a good architect.”

I lean down to kiss her briefly, my chest so full. “Unfortunately, going back and forth to California will be a reality for some time. We’ll work it out, though. Both of our jobs are compatible with a certain amount of remote work.”

A quiet, happy laugh breaks from my chest, and I draw my thumb over her high cheekbone, enjoying the subtle way she leans into my touch. “You’re the director, Valentine. You make the rules.”

She blinks in surprise. “Wow. I never thought of it like that.”

“You should start now.” I smile. “Our life can look however we want it to. You just need to say yes.”