28. Warren
28
WARREN
T he door to the room wasn’t even closed, and Addi was already trying to take my clothes off.
“In a hurry, babygirl?”
She grabbed the hem of my shirt, trying to pull it up and over my head. I held onto her wrists, pushing the door closed behind us with my weight.
“Fuck you, Warren.”
My perfect Addi. How long have I fantasized about this? Since the moment my cock left her the first time.
I hadn’t been able to stop myself from wanting her. Needing her. She had taken over every fiber of my being. I couldn’t imagine a life without her, and now that I had her in my grasp, I couldn’t let her go.
I needed to show her. Pay her back for all the years she spent controlling my thoughts.
“You will. Just not here,” I said, picking her up and carrying her into the bathroom.
Her lips were on my neck, her teeth scraping against my skin. I almost lost it when she started sucking on the sensitive flesh.
I placed her down on the floor, my hand sliding against her ass and hips.
My cock was so hard it hurt as it rubbed against her. I needed to get out of my clothes and inside her immediately.
“Do you like these clothes?” I asked. She opened her mouth to answer, but I was already ripping the buttons at the back of her dress and pushing it off her. “Never mind. Get in the shower, Addi. Now.”
I thought she was going to complain, but for once, she did as she was told. She squirted some shower gel onto her hands and stood under the water washing herself while I took off my clothes and watched.
I couldn’t clamp down on the anger that was still coursing through my veins.
He touched her. No one touches what’s mine.
He wanted to hurt her. I couldn’t imagine what would have happened if I wasn’t there or if I had been just a minute late.
“What does a girl need to do to get you in here too, Daddy?”
Enough. No more thinking. No more hesitating.
I took off my clothes, almost tearing them like I did her dress in my haste to get out of them.
She was under the water, her hands caressing her body as I watched. Her fingers came to her nipples, twisting them. She leaned back against the tile, spreading her legs for me.
I walked in, caging her against the wall, and lifted her, her arms wrapping around my shoulders and her legs around my waist.
“If you need to tap out, the safe word is bubble gum .”
That was the only warning I gave her before I slammed into her as deep as I could go.
She threw her head back, her groan filling the bathroom.
“Fuck, Daddy.”
“You feel so good, babygirl. You were made for me.”
“Yes,” she groaned.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded. “I want you to come, and I want you to come hard. Do you understand me?”
“Yes. Yes, Daddy.”
I thrust into her, chasing my orgasm. Her hot, wet cunt felt like heaven, and I was going to come faster than ever.
She’s mine. Finally mine.
She cried out, spurring me. I could feel her getting closer and closer. Her moans only got louder and louder the harder I thrust into her. Her hand was working overtime to bring herself to her orgasm. It took less than a minute for her to come.
Her cunt fluttered around me, each wave making me want to come along with her, filling her up to the brim. After we were done here, I wanted her so full of my cum it would be leaking down her legs. I wanted to cover every inch of her. Mark her as mine.
But not yet. We had a long night, and this was only the start.
“Count them for me, babygirl.”
“One, Daddy .”
* * *
“You forgot your counts,” I reminded Addi as I pulled her back from the window by her hair.
“Fourteen, Daddy.”
The title did all sorts of fucked-up things to my head. I had already come twice and settled for getting her off in between.
I fucked her in the shower. On the vanity. On the couch. Bent over the desk in the room. She rode me on the chair. Now against the window.
But I saved the best for last.
“Turn around for me like a good girl,” I ordered and fell to my knees.
She stood above me with a hooded expression. The city was bright behind her and shone around her in a way that made her look positively angelic. Until she turned sinful as she lifted her leg and placed it over my shoulder, baring her swollen, needy cunt to me.
Gone was the brat, and in her place was a sexy, sensual being who gave me everything. She trusted me more than she ever had, and I was reveling in it.
It was different from the charity event where she had been shy and unsure about a man eating her cunt for the first time.
Now she accepted me with her legs wide open. She knew I wanted it. She liked me to do it. Her thighs trembled with the anticipation of my tongue in her folds.
She is too perfect.
I had kept from fucking her for a reason. Because I’d wanted to break her down first. I had wanted to hurt her like she’d hurt me.
But I was the one who was being broken down by her. I was at her mercy and wanted nothing more than for her delicate hands to pick up the pieces and slowly put me back together.
I should have known it. From the moment she stepped foot in my life all those years ago, I knew no one would be more perfect for me than her. No one else I’d want in life. No one else I’d want to protect. To hold. To give the world to.
When I saw her again, I knew it would come to this.
Fucking her wasn’t just a way to get off. It was more. She was more.
I leaned forward, breathing in her scent.
She was impossibly wet, and her cunt was a mess with my cum. It was a beautiful picture. Us. Together.
“So well behaved,” I murmured. “You deserve a reward.”
She let out a hum, tiredness finally getting to her.
I placed a kiss on her mound before licking her from entrance to clit.
She let out a breathless sigh and sunk into me. I fastened my lips around her clit and gave her one long, hard suck that had her choking on her moan.
“I can’t take it anymore, Daddy.”
Her whine had my cock bursting to life again.
Like all those years ago, we were still forbidden. Exciting. Passionate.
But this time it felt all the more tender. More vulnerable.
Because this time, it wasn’t only once. We knew each other’s bodies. We were coming back together. We had left everything outside, just focusing on this moment.
I let myself forget about it all.
She had given herself to me. Kissed me . Something that was off-limits for her.
And with that, I could have easily ruined her. Gotten her back for the hell she put me through.
She had let me in. And instead of destroying her like I thought I would… I savored her.
Her taste. The way she felt. The way her pussy fit so perfectly around my cock. The way my title sounded as it fell from her lips mid-orgasm.
I drank it all in like I was a parched man wandering through the Sahara.
I ate her pussy like I had all the time in the world.
Like she wasn’t my once-best-friend-turned-enemy’s daughter.
I cataloged every single moan. The movement of her chest as she breathed. And the soft way she submitted to her orgasm when it finally came.
Because after this… she would be leaving me. No matter what I wanted, a contract was a contract, and I wouldn’t force anyone to stay by my side.
And I knew for a fact Addi still hated my guts. As she should. I had been reckless back then. Hungry for revenge without thinking of the people involved.
I deserved this.
In less than a week and a half, she would be gone, and I would be two million dollars poorer. But I didn't care about the money.
She was worth it all.
And between her legs, as the lights of the city shined in on us, I realized that there was no money I wouldn't spend to keep Addison Mercer by my side.