Chapter Five
Gia
I was dead. Right? Nothing else made sense, as every muscle in my body continued to lock, throb, release, over and over again.
It couldn’t be the silver-haired devil between my legs. There was no way that he was the one who had just catapulted my body into this space of perfect limbo.
“Sweet girl,” the devil himself murmured, rubbing his mouth back and forth against a part of my body that was still making me twitch.
I blinked down at him. Oh, my God… I’d just slept a practical stranger.
And not just any guy, but Colton Marlatt.
Not only did I need this nannying gig very badly, but he was also kind of a badass.
All those sweet things he’d murmured in my ear about not sharing and making sure any other man was too scared of him to act?
Those weren’t the words of a man who was just possessive. This was a possessive man who actually could deliver on those promises.
Fuck.
Then again, as much as my mind was whirling, I was having a hard time being upset about it.
There was a connection between us. One I couldn’t even explain.
I’d had a million people I could’ve called when I came home and saw my house in disarray.
But I’d called him. I’d wanted him to answer, to tell me what to do. To swoop in and make it all better.
And now, holy shit, was I in for it. Because I wanted him to do what he’d done to me over and over and over again. And then maybe once more for the road.
That man’s mouth could make a girl weep, for more than one reason.
Daddy.
I couldn’t believe that it had even come out of my mouth. But holy cow, when it did? It almost lit a fire in him that I had relished. I wanted more of that. It was as if that one word unlocked a freedom for him to care for me, to allow myself to be cared for that I’d never allowed another man.
I was delighted. And currently unable to return to my house because my business partner was after me. Yet, nothing seemed like that big of a deal now. What did that say about me as a person?
Colton’s big body rose, crawling higher up over me, and I decided very quickly that I didn’t care at all. I was this person now, the one who called this impressive man daddy. And I had no problem with that.
His hands were soft against my hips and belly, tracing the freckles that dotted my flesh. “Are you all right? Do you need anything?”
I was tempted to tell him I needed another orgasm, but that felt selfish, especially when I could feel the heavy weight of his cock and its unfulfilled need lying on my thigh. So instead, I smiled. “I’m perfect.”
For some reason, he frowned. “I know you are. But I asked if you needed something.”
I bit my lip. My pussy was already fluttering at the sound of that rough voice. “Oh, I—”
“You have to be honest with me, sweet girl. Always.”
I swallowed, focusing on those brilliant hands. I licked my lips, feeling his gaze burn a trail up my body to meet my eyes. “I…uh… Are we done? Or is there more?”
His chuckle was deep, gentle. “Do you want more, Gia? You’ve had a hard couple of days.”
“Oh no, no, no. You don’t get to do that.
” I braced myself on my elbows, shuffling back a little.
“I know what I want. I’m a grown woman, and I’ve already told you that I think we have a connection.
One that cannot be denied.” I swallowed, taking a breath before diving back in.
“If you need more time and space, then I understand, Colton. But I don’t. ”
I watched the vein in his forehead jump, and then his hands curled against the blankets on the bed. “Do you?” I asked, wetting my lips. “Need more time, I mean.”
“More time to decide about you?” Colton’s smile was feral. “No. More time to pleasure you? Always.”
My entire body relaxed into the bedding.
But only for a moment, because then his hands were under my knees, dragging me forward and across the bedding until my ass was against his bent knees, one leg draped over his elbow as he reached between us.
That cock, which I’d only caught glimpses of, was suddenly right there.
And while I wanted to reach for it, he immediately grunted at me, his eyes pointedly looking above my head.
“Don’t make me tie you down, sweet girl.”
I whimpered but held more still as he gripped the heavy, thick length of himself and slapped it against my clit, once, twice, and then a third time.
Each time was harsher than the last. The sound was wet and obscene, slick heat meeting hard flesh.
I moved my ass against the bed, his grip on my thighs tightening as he positioned one over his shoulder.
Now, completely spread, I could feel the heat of his cock resting against my body.
“Oh God,” I said, my stomach hollowing as I stared down at that heavy length. “Colton…”
“You want this, sweet girl? You know how to get it.”
“Colton…”
He cocked his head, and his eyes were hooded and dark. I swallowed, my body twitching in his grip. I knew exactly what he wanted. And God help me, I wanted it too. But first, there was just one little…
“What about condoms? Shouldn’t you put one on?”
The way his eyes rolled back in his head shouldn’t have made me as desperate as it did. But it changed something in him. His fingertips were suddenly tight, nearly bruising as he loomed over me.
“Let’s get something straight, sweet girl.
I would never put you in danger. Ever. But the idea of having you, feeling you against me, with nothing between this sweet, hot body and my dick?
I need it. I need it just as badly as I know you do.
And you do need it, don’t you? You need this cock, my cum?
Filling in all those empty parts of you that are so wet and impatient. ”
My clit was pulsing, my eyes rapt on the cock that was resting against the top of my slit. He was right. I wanted him. I wanted every inch. Damn the consequences.
“I do.” I nodded, my body clenching hard. “Please, Colton—I mean…”
Colton watched me, his entire body tight, every thick layer of muscle tense in his shoulders and arms as he waited. And I knew exactly what he was waiting for. My head fell back, my body giving into the moment and the need.
“Please, Daddy.”
His caress across my hips was the only warning I got. Because a breath later, he was over me, his mouth against my ear as he praised me. “Good fucking girl,” Colton said.
I barely heard him. My body was consumed with the awareness of that thick cock moving into my body, inch by inch, erasing everything else. Feeling nothing but him. Smelling nothing but him. And God above, it was so good.
“There you go, needy girl. Are you happy now?”
I whimpered, trying to nod but only able to squeeze tight around him and moaning instead as his hands suddenly gripped my hips. “Or can you take more? You’re so fucking tight on me, sweetheart. But I think you can do it.”
I wanted to do it. I wanted to do whatever he said. I wanted desperately to please him. But then, just as quickly as he’d yanked me down, he was suddenly soft, his hands cupping my cheek, that heavy cock sitting just inside me, throbbing with every beat of his heart…or was that mine?
“Look at me, sweetheart. There you go. Hey, beautiful. You’re doing such a good job. But there’s more. I want to know if you can take it.”
I opened my mouth, but the thick callouses on his hands moved over my cheeks with such reverence that I was instantly transported into that moment, when he’d held me so tightly, washing away every fear, his voice commanding those around him to make sure to protect me.
This man. What was it about him? It was everything about him.
I nodded, pushing my hips up to him once and then twice when he remained unmoving. His fingers trailed across my face to my lips. As soon as I felt him there, I popped open my mouth, sighing as I suckled gently on his thumb.
His cock throbbed hard in my body, making me wonder how much cum was already leaking from him. That thought alone made my entire body clench.
Oh God… I couldn’t think about his cum right now, or I’d be done before I even felt all of him. Because yes, I did want to feel all of him. I just had to ask for it.
His eyes blazed down at me, sharp and dark as I sucked on his thumb, his hand occasionally curling around my chin to adjust the way the morning light fell across my face.
“Fucking beautiful,” Colton said, “Are you ready to answer me now? I need to know.”
Slowly, I released the pressure on his thumb, letting him press it first against the flat of my tongue before withdrawing it from my mouth.
I swallowed, my hips already moving, knowing what I was going to ask for before the words could leave my mouth. “I wanted it all. I want all of you.”
His head lolled back, and he uttered, “Fuck,” in a voice so guttural but so quiet I could barely hear it. A soft smile curled his mouth when he looked back down at me a moment later. “You’re so good for me, sweetheart. I’m not sure I can let you go after this.”
I smiled widely, but at the thick push of his cock, I could feel my lips slacken, my mouth opening as the big man on top of me forcibly drove himself into my body.
It didn’t feel like inches anymore. It felt like he was consuming every part of me.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I whimpered, “It’s so good, Daddy. ”
“Fuck, beautiful, you’re going to make me cum, right here, so fucking deep. But I don’t want to be done yet. There are so many things I want to do.”
My body was strung tight, every muscle quivering as he slowly withdrew and then fucked himself forward again.
Every nerve in my body was on fire, buzzing with the pleasure of the movement.
My voice broke mid-shout as I leaned forward, wrapping myself around Colton as he leaned over me, his hips now pumping hard, forcing that big, heavy cock deep into me with every beat of my heart.
“There you go. Take it all, sweet girl.”
I moaned, my mouth finding his shoulder and biting down to muffle the sound as his body dropped low, his pelvis raking itself over my aching clit with every thrust.
It was good.
Too good.
I wasn’t going to last.
But I wanted—no, I needed to feel him too. “Colton,” I said, taking a breath and trying to focus on my words, which was hard when every time he thrust himself in deep, it was like my entire nervous system short-circuited. “Colton, I’m so close.”
I could both hear and feel his rumble of pleasure as I pressed myself as close to him as possible.
“That’s it, good girl. You can come, baby. Come all over my dick. Let me feel it.”
My eyes shuttered as my body listened to his command and immediately went off, waves of pleasure soaking my muscles and mind with bliss.
Every wave was accompanied by the steady, throbbing weight of him.
And as I floated back down to the bed, I was distantly aware of him leaning over me, his mouth moving across my collarbone.
“So beautiful, Gia. I want to watch you do that every day for the rest of my fucking life. Every one. But I can’t hold back any longer.
I want—fuck, tell me I can leave it right there.
” His hand was suddenly covering my lower belly, pressing into the flesh there as his hips quivered against mine.
“Right here. Damn the consequences. I need to know you’re full of me. ”
I was already nodding, my body twisting and turning against the mattress and his body, suddenly craving this final, desperate act from him.
I’d always loved when men came. But the fact that I was letting him cum inside of me…
It was something I’d never allowed any man to do before.
And I had a feeling that after this, there would be no other who would.
And I was only a day late on my pills. So, it couldn’t hurt.
Right?
I had already decided, and without thinking too much about it, I stretched out my legs, tangling them with his in the blanket, locking him to me.
I pressed my mouth against his neck, feeling the tense muscles there as he continued to pulse into me, that cock waiting to deliver everything straight into me.
I blinked, my body clenching hard as I imagined what he would feel like, carrying him around inside me, that potent part of him, so close to where it would mean something else.
A future.
A swollen belly.
A declaration of ownership.
Fuck. “Right there,” I whispered. “Please, I want to feel you. Come inside me, Daddy.”
My voice squeaked as his entire body shook, his hands knitting around me, plastering our bodies together, his cock as deep as it could go, before a flush of red washed over his skin, his body bowing tight as his hips slammed deep and held, pulse after pulse of his cock deep inside me, letting me know that he was marking me in the most primal way.
I closed my eyes and held on, more content than I’d been in too long.