Chapter 35 #2
He chuckled darkly. “I love it when you use my eyes,” he growled, kissing the softness of her plump inner thigh.
“You’re laying on dark cherry wood floor with your hair spread out like a halo, your pale skin is glowing in the light of the sun coming in through the window.
And the gorgeous pink wetness of your pussy is all for me. So damn beautiful.”
“I didn’t know you were a poet,” she gasped playfully.
She reached out for him, but he held her down with a hand on her stomach and fell on her, licking her until she was moaning and crying out for him to make her come. He took her to the brink of orgasm and then held back. “Beg me for it, Addison.”
“Please, can I come?” she keened wildly, barely aware of what she was asking.
He chuckled and refused over and over until she was screaming some very unladylike things at him.
He enjoyed when she did that. He liked making her swear at him when he knew she really preferred not to use foul language.
Unfortunately for him, Addison managed to get a hand in and give herself a quick orgasm before he could stop her, since he was cautious not to grab her recently broken wrist.
“Oh, thank god!” she sighed happily, her hips sinking to the floor.
“Brat,” he said nipping her thigh and causing her to jump.
Before she had a chance to really enjoy her short-lived, self-induced orgasm, he flipped her over onto her stomach on the hard floor and spanked her ass several times until she howled and begged him to stop.
Then he hooked an arm under her hips, forced her onto her knees and pushed her shoulders down to the floor.
He spanked her ass several more times until she was alternating between screams of pain and shoving her heated ass back into his palm and begging for more.
“You want more?” he growled, pushing his fingers roughly into her dripping pussy. “Like this, baby?”
“Ohhh, god yes!” she yelled, shoving her hips back and fucking herself onto his fingers.
He yanked his shirt over his head and unzipped his jeans.
Shoving his jeans and underwear over his hips, he took his cock in hand and pulled her back until he slid into her slick heat.
She moaned in ecstasy as he slid roughly into her silken depths.
He didn’t wait until she adjusted this time, but started slamming his hips into her curvaceous ass, branding her in the bedroom of their new house before the ink was even dry on the papers.
“Fuck, Addison,” he growled as his balls tightened and the head of his dick flared in the tight clasp of her pussy. “Você me possui!” You own me.
He reached up and gripped her hair, pulling her head back so he could see her face. “Look at me, Addison, look at me.” When she opened her eyes and looked back at him he said, “Come with me, now.”
She didn’t know how, but her body responded to him every time.
She exploded around his cock, pleasure sizzling through her, sending white streaks of lightning through her vision.
He followed her, squeezing her hard against him and shooting hot jets of semen into her body.
She collapsed and he laid her gently down on the bed of clothes.
He adjusted himself and then lay beside her and gathered her against his side.
She sighed happily and snuggled against him. “Thank you for the house, Daniel. I think we’re going to love it here.”
He rubbed his bearded chin against the tip of her ear. “Your welcome, love.”
Her breath caught. It was the first time he’d ever used that word with her.
She knew in her heart that a man like Daniel couldn’t be tamed, but he could be domesticated just a little.
And she was the only woman in the world to do it.
She would have to add that to her resume, right beneath First Chair.
She smiled and held his hand tightly against her breast.
“Time to go, Addison,” he said, quietly.
She frowned a little and sat up, pushing her tangled hair aside. “Why? I thought we just bought this place. Don’t we get to stay for as long as we want?”
“We’re meeting someone.”
“Who are we meeting now?” she asked cautiously. “Are you buying me a car next? Because unless its one of those Google self-driving ones…”
“Not a car,” he said gruffly. “A person who wants to meet you but didn't know if he’d be welcome. His name is Otto Dunlevy. He’s been tracking you since you were twenty-one.
Jane gave me his information and I had a chance to look into him.
I’m impressed with his work and the respect he’s shown for your privacy over the years. Uncommon in men of his profession.”
Addison sat in silence for a few minutes thinking. Finally, she turned toward Daniel and said archly, “So he gave me what you didn’t?”
Daniel growled at her. “He’d be a dead man if he wanted what I wanted from you.”
Addison sighed. “You don’t play fair, Daniel, you never have.”
“That’s how I win,” he said smugly.
She laughed and smacked him on the bare chest with an open palm. “Okay, let’s go meet Mr. Dunlevy.”
Daniel helped her to her feet. “He’s going to love you.”
She looked up at Daniel, letting him see the vulnerability in her eyes. If her own parents couldn’t love her, how could a stranger?
“How do you know?”
He pressed his thumb against her lips and said, “Only an idiot wouldn’t love you.”
“Are you an idiot, Daniel?” she whispered.
He pulled her close, twining his fingers through her hair. “No.”
THE END