Page 56 of Crossed Up

My breath whooshes out as a wide grin overtakes my face. “Daggum, Lyla. I wasn’t sure you would ever agree to be mine.”

She smiles shyly and curls further into me. “Does that mean you still want me? Want this?”

I scoff, pulling her in for a deep, licking kiss. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, honey,” I pause, contemplating my next words.

“It might be too soon, and I don’t expect you to say it back, but I love you, Lyla Taylor Kingsley. I love you because of the way you love my son and the way you treat me like I matter. You showed up in our lives and, in no time at all, became this person we can’t imagine living without anymore. This new life we’re starting is scary, yes, but as long as I have you and Crew by my side, I know it’s going to be incredible.”

She doesn’t say she loves me back, but the look in her eyes as she smiles softly up at me is confirmation enough for now.

Lyla bites her lip as she trails a lone finger down my chest, and I’m instantly reminded we’ve been having this heartfelt talk buck naked.

“You know, I’m still feeling pretty sassy,” she whispers.

My blood heats, and my erection pulses against my abs. “Oh?” I pull her even closer, adjusting her so she straddles my lap. Her wet heat brushes against my rapidly swelling cock, and I bite back a grin when she whimpers. Bringing my lips to her ear, I thrust against her ever so slightly. “Does my sassy girl still need me to fuck her into an attitude adjustment?”

She nods, grinding her dripping core over my dick and trapping it against my abs. “Please!”

“Please, what?” I growl under my breath.

“Please, fuck me, Daddy.”

The last thin threads of my control snap, and I lunge, flipping us so Lyla lands on her back on the bed. “Such a good girl, asking so nicely. But don’t think I’ll forget about your little attitude so easily, angel.”

Her breathing speeds up, causing me to fight a smirk. “Flip over and lift one knee up and to the side.”

She raises an eyebrow but does as I say, and the new position has me cursing up a storm. “Look at that pretty pussy on display for Daddy. Are you wet for me, too, angel?”

A nod is my only response, so I slap the inside of her thigh, making her yelp. “Words, Lyla.”

“Yes! I’ve been wet for you since you told me to be in your bed when you got home.”

“Hmm, I think I better check.”

With that, I get down to my stomach and slide in so my face is even with her core. I can see she’s already dripping, but I’m dying for a taste. Leaning in, I breathe deeply and release a guttural groan. “Sweet girl, it’s been too long since I had my face buried in your perfect pussy.”

My tongue gently parts her folds, and I moan at the taste. She squirms, nearly dislodging my mouth, so I band one arm across her pelvis to hold her in place. Circling my tongue around her clit, I revel in her muffled whimpers and glance up to see she’s buried her face in my pillow in an effort to stay quiet.

“This room is soundproofed, angel. So move your face because I want to hear you screaming my name when you come on my tongue.”

Lyla’s cries increase in volume as I put more pressure on her clit with my tongue, and then I’m dipping two fingers into her slick heat and curling them upward. Her hips fly up, pushing her further into my mouth.

“Fuuuck, that’s it, baby.”

“Aidan!”

“You look so pretty when you’re soaking my face, angel.”

Keeping up the pressure on her clit, I watch with smug satisfaction as she shatters, her core pulsing around my fingers.

“Holy shit,” she breathes. Her chest is heaving, and when she turns her head to the side, I can see that her eyes are sleepy, but I sit up and yank her closer to me.

“Did you think we were done already, Lyla? You asked me to fuck the sass out of you, and that’s exactly what I plan to do,” I growl the words against her spine between open-mouthed kisses placed on her warm skin.

Not wanting to waste another second with my girl, I slide inside her on one long thrust. Lyla whines as I curse. “It shouldn’t be possible for it to feel this fucking good, Ly. I swear you were made just for me.”

I shift her leg up higher toward her chest, and it puts me at a new angle that hits her g-spot every time, forcing a strangled cry from her lips.

“Fuck, I’m going to come again,” she pants, turning her head into the pillow as she visibly shudders.

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