Page 29 of Law

He was a bastard. He should let her go, move back to his side of the truck, and drive them to Sabre as fast as possible. But he wasn’t going to.

Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips and it was all be could do not to pull out his dick and give her something much bigger to lick.

He tugged her hair, and she released a whimper of need. “Y-yes, V-Viking?”

“Closer, naughty girl. That’s two. You know the word I want spilling from your lips. Who am I?”

He was pushing her hard, but he needed those words. Needed to know he hadn’t lost the chance to be who both of them needed him to be for her. He should stop, but he couldn’t.

No, that was a lie. He’d meant what he’d said to Zane four days ago, just like Sarge had meant when he’d said them to Law. Real men don’t lie. Especially to get what they want.

But he had to hear it. Just once, he had to hear her call him what she’d almost called him earlier. He wouldn’t tell her what to say. If she didn’t come up with it on her own, he’d let her go, and they’d head for Sabre.

She ran a nervous tongue over her bottom lip again, and his cock almost exploded. But he waited.

In a soft voice, she gave it to him. “Yes, Daddy.”

Fucking finally.

He couldn’t hold back his growl of approval. But before they talked, he needed her to remember she held power. “What do you say if you want our talk to stop?”

“Red?”

That deserved a reward. “Good girl.”

She closed her eyes and caught her lips between her teeth. If she didn’t stop playing with her lips, he was going to join in the fun.

That’s not the purpose of this conversation.

He knew that. What he found hard to do was care.

“I’m going to let you go, and we’ll talk.”

Her eyes shot open. The disappointment they held slapped him. She opened her mouth to speak, but he pressed his finger to her lips. “I’m going first, and then I’ll listen to you. Do you understand?”

She nodded, but that wasn’t enough. He needed the words again. She’d only said them once, and he was already addicted.

Because he was a masochist, he slid his thumb across her plump lip. “Words, little fairy cat. Use the words I want to hear. The ones you want to say.”

“Yes, Daddy, I understand.”

He should do the right thing. Even if this was the right thing in the end, it wasn’t the right thing at the moment.

He should, but he wouldn’t. He didn’t want that, and neither did she.

He wanted to taste those pouty lips to see if they were as soft as they looked. He wanted to pinch the rigid nipples of her full, generous breasts —the kind he loved to squeeze— and suck them until she cried out with pleasure. He wanted to yank off the jeans down over the curving swell of her hips and taste just how much she loved what he was doing to her. And then he wanted to shove his cock balls deep in her tight pussy and pump her full of his cum.

He wanted to, but he wouldn’t do that, either. They needed totalk. Was what he wanted even something she’d be willing to explore? He had to slow them down. Okay, he had to slow himself down.

He might be primal, but being a Daddy came first. Always. If he followed his impulses and desires, he could hurt her. He wasn’t sure how old she was, but she was a fuck of a lot younger than him.

She was young and inexperienced. That meant he had to be doubly careful. Despite his proclivities, he wasn’t actually a fucking animal. His impulses didn’t rule him unless he wanted them to.

You need to practice some self-control.

So, they’d talk. She said she’d listen. That’s all he could ask. Then, she could decide if she wanted to move forward.

He released her hair, but he couldn’t stand the thought of not touching her. He needed to feel her, to connect with her on a physical level, so he slid his hand down to rest on her thigh.

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