Page 12 of Marked By the Billionaire
He thrusts in harder, his voice low and rough as he says, “What did you just call me?”
Oh God, he’s mad!
“I’m sorry. I just—”
“Say it again.”
My chest tightens and warmth spreads between my legs as I rub my clit faster. “Daddy, that feels good.”
“Fuck.” He groans, hot and warm against my soaking pussy, his tongue lapping at the crease as I drip with excitement, his thick fingers pressing deeper and deeper as I squeeze. “Daddy’s girl is so fuckin’ tight, he can’t wait to press inside of her.”
Oh damn. My pussy clenches tighter. I wasn’t expecting him towantto be daddy.
I weave my fingers through his hair and tug as I bear down on his hand. Tension builds hotter and faster until theache between my legs becomes unbearable. Then, all the sudden, it releases, sending waves of pleasure through my hips as come gathers at my crease.
Wilder takes action. With a growl, he pulls his thick fingers from inside of me and leans into my pussy, lapping me up with a starved groan in his throat. I jump and squirm against his touch as his tongue circles my sensitive nub. I’m molten, melting into place. I’m a puddle, unable to move.
“Holy fuck, little lamb. What the hell was that?” I can’t tell if he’s angry or turned up. Maybe he didn’t like that I called him Daddy. I mean, in the moment it was hot, but now, maybe it’s weird.
“I’m sorry. The daddy thing just came out—”
“No. Don’t apologize.” He leans up from between my legs and kisses my lips, the copper taste of my come on his mouth. “Tell me all the filthy things you want daddy to do to you.”
I thought I’d been satisfied, but the mere sound of his voice saying those words has my pussy aching again. “I,” the words stick in my throat, but desire pushes them through, “want Daddy to fill me up.”
“How?” His lids are hooded with desire, like all the blood in his body has drained to his cock. “Use your words. Tell me how you want Daddy to fill you up.”
Oh damn!
I squirm beneath his weight wondering what box I’ve unintentionally opened with the Daddy thing. That said, I can’t stop. “I want Daddy to spread me wide. I want his thick cock in my little hole.”
He growls low and rough against my ear, then bites his way down my neck. “I’m going to leave marks all over my little lamb, so everyone knows right where she belongs.”
A chill runs down my spine as he nips my breast, my nipples, my stomach, my arm, and my neck. It’s not a hard bite, but it’s possessive. Possessive and rough.
Dear Lord, I wish this were real. My heart squeezes as his deep voice rumbles again.
“Put your pretty little hand on Daddy’s cock, baby girl. Feel how big it is.” He kneels next to me and unzips his jeans, pulling out his long, thick cock for me to touch. He’s huge! I don’t know what I’d ever compare it to other than a horse, or a Pringles can, or one of those giant zucchinis that make the world record book.
“Lick the palm of your hand.” He lifts my hand toward my face, and I stick out my tongue, wetting my palm before he lands me on his massive, throbbing dick. “Good girl. Now stroke it. Be really nice to Daddy’s cock and I’ll make sure it’s nice to you.”
I can barely get my fist around the width of him, but I stroke anyhow, moving up and down with a motion that makes him moan.
“Good fuckin’ girl. Just like that.” His words come out in a rumble between heavy gasps. “Whose cock do you have?”
Oh, Jesus.
“Daddy’s,” I manage between breaths as I pump.
He groans. “And where do you want Daddy’s cock, little girl?”
“Inside of me,” I moan, pussy aching.
I’m pretty sure if the devil himself knocked on this door and offered me double the money to stop, I’d refuse. I’ve never experienced anything like this in my life. I’m so turned up. Every nerve in my body is on fire.
It’s then that my phone rings.
No! No! No!
