Page 47 of Their Forever Daddy

The heat infusing the rest of her body rushed to her face. She hated actually saying the words, and he knew it. “Please let me come, Daddy.”

“Closer. Try again, little outlaw.”

How was she supposed to think with Edie’s finger slowly moving in and out of her bottom, and her tongue doing those beautifully wicked things to her clit? “Daddy, please. I need to come so bad. I need, oh god, I need my bottom fucked harder so I can come. Please, Daddy, please, please, please.”

“You heard our girl, Edie. Give her what she needs so she can come all over that beautiful face of yours.”

The finger in her bottom stilled, and for one terrible, seemingly endless moment, Jesse was terrified Edie might rebel. Though she obviously had some submissive tendencies—and wasn’t that interesting news—Edie had never been the type to simply do as she’d been told.

If she chose that moment to test Grant’s authority, Jesse might actually kill her.

To her knee-weakening relief, Edie didn’t rebel. Quite the contrary. She followed Grant’s orders with complete and utter abandon.

The finger in her bottom moved faster, harder, giving Jesse the burn and bite she loved so much from that particular act. And those slow, lazy circles she’d been drawing with her tongue? Gone. Edie was no longer just eating Jesse’s pussy.

She was devouring it.

Pleasure coiled in Jesse’s core, and she could no longer follow her Daddy’s orders to keep her eyes locked on him. Her head thrashed side to side as her hips bucked beneath Edie.

“Daddy, please. I can’t… I can’t… I need to come, Daddy, please.”

She thought she might actually die if he continued to deny her. But thankfully, he seemed to be feeling magnanimous at that particular moment. “Go on, baby. Let Daddy hear you scream.”

Scream she did. Loud enough she was pretty sure they could hear her all the way in town. She screamed as the pleasure exploded inside her, sending molten hot rivers of it through her veins. She screamed until her throat was raw and she finally collapsed onto the couch, her body drained of every ounce of pleasure.

Even with her ears ringing, she could hear the praise her Daddy was showering her with. No. Not just her.

Her and Edie.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice deep and rough with his own need. “That was perfect, girls. I’m so proud of both of you.”

Warmth of a different kind spread through her body as she grinned up at him while Edie pressed slow, lazy kisses up her belly, over the swell of her breasts, then up the side of her neck before finally taking her mouth again. She could taste herself, mingled with a taste that was uniquely Edie, and just like that she was nineteen again, on the shore of a lake, falling in love for the very first time.

She wasn’t even aware she was crying until she tasted her own tears.

Edie

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Breaking the kiss, Edie brushed her thumb across Jesse’s cheeks, wiping away the trickle of tears. “Baby. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Jesse answered with a baffled sort of laugh. “Just… memories, I guess. Of that first time.”

Edie’s own memories crowded her in an instant. But instead of their first time together, it was their last. She hadn’t known it was their last, not at the time.

Jesse must have, though. Because after that she’d been gone, and Edie had been left behind, shattered and broken by the loss of her babygirl.

What the hell were they doing? At some point, Jesse and Grant were going to go back to Hollywood. And she’d be left behind once again, alone and heartbroken.

Jerking out of Jesse’s arms, Edie sat up, her frantic gaze sweeping the floor for her clothes. “This was a mistake.”

“What?” Hurt and confusion flickered across Jesse’s face as she pushed herself up. “Edie? What’s wrong?”

“This! All of this! God, how could I have been so fucking stupid?”

“Enough.” Grant’s voice rang out, and Edie’s head snapped up to meet his infuriatingly calm gaze. “Take a deep breath, Edie, and tell us what’s going on.”

“I don’t need a deep fucking breath. I need my clothes.” Panic filled her chest, making it difficult to take any kind of breath, nonetheless a deep one, and she grabbed for the first pair of jeans she saw. Shoving one leg then the other through the denim, she realized they were slightly baggy, which meant they were probably Jesse’s, but she didn’t care.

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