Chapter 6 Lucas #2
“Just like that.” I nudged my nose against hers. “You’re going to come on my lap. But next time you go off, it’s going to be with me balls deep inside of you,” I promised darkly. A light sheen of sweat started to shine on her temple, and I licked the side of her face.
“Oh god,” she moaned, clearly enjoying my filthiness.
“Not god, pretty girl, Daddy,” I reminded her.
“I need more,” she whined. “This isn’t enough.”
“You want my cock?” I offered even though I knew better. I couldn’t take her here. Not fully. Not for the first time.
“Yes. Closer. More. Too much between us,” she panted and lifted her delicious body. Without thinking, I undid my belt and unzipped my pants.
The monster between my legs sprung forward, and before I could tell her to get back on my lap, she dropped down and continued. My eyes threatened to cross at just how fucking good she felt.
How wet she was.
Gliding against me, her little bikini, the only thing between us, that little pussy was so fucking close, almost mine. And I could fucking taste it. I wanted to let her wiggle me inside of her.
“Jade,” I gritted. My hands gripped her ass tighter as she ground against me.
“Daddy, I’m, I’m—” she started to pant, and before I knew what she was doing, she reached between us, pulling her bottoms to the side and letting us be skin to skin.
“Fuck!” I cursed. My balls tightened. Filled and boiling with the need to release. She didn’t make me slip inside of her but between her pussy lips. Sliding back and forth, gliding that tight little snatch against me. She was going to drive me mad.
“So fucking wet. Messy. Ready to make a bigger mess, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy, please!”
“Such a greedy little girl,” I growled with a wolfish smile. I pulled her tighter against me as I bucked up. Wetness gushed and coated the underside of my cock. So much I knew there wouldn’t be any resistance if I slipped inside her. The animal inside me growled. He wanted that so fucking badly.
“Baby girl. Jade—“ I started to pant.
I was too close.
She felt too good.
Wet and warm, the promise of her tightness engulfing every cell in my body. All of it was too much. A split second before I was about to embarrass myself, she came.
“Daddy!” she yelled, her head tossed back, that ponytail of hers flying in the air as she bared her thorat to me. I licked it, tasting her skin and sweat.
“Mine!” I roared and came.
Ribbon after ribbon painted her pussy lips. Beads of release trickled down my tip and covered her most intimate folds. Painting her with me.
“Look at you. My beautiful, filthy, messy girl,” I groaned as our forehead pressed against one another, both of us too tried to catch our breath.
“I, umm…” she started to say, breaking the silence that had fallen between us.
“You were perfect, Jade,” I praised and meant it.
Kissing her forehead, I lifted her up and reached inside my coat pocket for a handkerchief.
Wiping my release from her skin was the last thing I wanted to do, but I didn’t think she would appreciate me rubbing it into her skin or dipping it inside of her little hole like I was dying to. Soon. I promised myself again. Soon.
“You did so good for me, baby girl.” I kissed her cheek, pocketing the now dirty material, and shifted to tuck myself back into place before I righted her little babydoll.
“You’re too damn beautiful, Jade.” She took a deep breath, and just as she was going to say something, someone knocked on the door.
“Yeah?” we both called out at the same time just as I paused the music.
“Ughh,” the bouncers familiar deep voice called. “Boss needs you.”
“Me?” Jade asked.
“No. Mr. Porter, your brother needs you.” Shit. So much for anonymity. Fuck, who cares? It wasn’t like she wasn’t going to find out soon enough.
“Mr—“ she started to repeat, but I cut her off.
“I’ll be right there, Dante,” I called, hoping to god he wouldn’t try to walk into the private room.
I liked Dante. He was a solid guy. One who respected women and had been great at his job since my brother took over at the Velvet Leopard.
One I could trust without blinking, and that was saying something.
I’d hate to have to kill him if he even smelled my girl’s release, and the way it permeated the room made another drop of moisture bead at the tip of my spent cock.
I stared at her for a beat before standing and stroking the side of her face. My sweet girl leaned into my touch like she couldn’t get enough. Fuck me, it only got my cock to wake up. But I didn’t have enough time for this. If Jonas needed me, it meant someone needed to be taught a lesson.
“Go home,” I said, and her brows bunched. “I paid double what you make for the night. Let Dante walk you to your car and make sure you lock the door to your place.” Not that it would keep me out. But she didn’t know that.
“What?” she asked.
“Be a good girl and follow daddy’s instructions. I’ll see you soon, sweetness,” I promised. And with that, I forced myself to do the last thing I wanted to do.
I walked away from the girl who owned me heart, body, and soul.