Page 65 of Sweet Possession
I pulled my hand out from where it was resting between mylegs, marveling at how my fingers glistened from my release.
Holy hell.
I’d dreamed Fox had made me come, but I’d mademyselfcome.
Was that normal?
And why did I not feel sated? Why did I feel like I’d been deprivedof…something?
I knew the answer tothatthough. I wanted Fox to be the one to makeme come. I wanted my dream to become a reality.
He’d said all I had to do was ask if I wanted him to fuck me, sothatwas what I was going to do. Feeling brave, I jumped out of bed, grabbing his discarded shirt and slipping it over my head, forgoing panties and a bra.
It was still early morning, the sun was barely up, and I didn’t think hewould have gone to work without waking me to say goodbye. I tiptoed through the house, figuring he may be having his morning coffee but as I passed his office, I found him sitting behind his desk, staring at his computer screen.
My heart began to race as our eyes met, and sparks surged wildlylow in my belly when his gaze traveled down my body, stopping when they reached my nipples pebbling through his shirt.
“Hi, Daddy,”I said, thankfully keeping my voice low because asecond later voices echoed from his computer.
My heart plummeted.
He was in a meeting.
“I’m dipping out for a few minutes,”he said, talking to the screenbefore clicking a button on the mouse.
My cheeks flamed. Had whoever he was meeting with heard me callhim Daddy?
Fox stood, walking around his desk where voices still rang out fromhis computer, coming to meet me as I hovered awkwardly in the doorway, an amused smile playing on his lips.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were in a meeting,”I muttered, avoidinghis heated stare.
He grabbed my hips, abruptly pulling me forward so my erect nipplespressed against his shirt.“Fuck the meeting. Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you look in my shirt?”His hands slid under the hem, andwhen he realized I was naked underneath, a devious grin spread across his mouth.“No panties, baby girl? Youreallyknow how to torment me, don’t you?”
“I had a dream,”I blurted, the pulsing in my clitthathadn’t quite goneaway after my orgasm growing stronger as the pad of his thumb stroked over the skin on my hip.
“Oh yeah?”he replied, raising a brow.“A good dream?”
I bit my lip, internally giving myself a pep talk to tell him.“You were init…you made me come.”
Between us, his cock twitched against my stomach.“And how did Imake you come?”he asked, his hands moving slowly around to cup my ass.
“You were licking my…pussy,”I whispered as the flush on my cheeksbegan to spread down to my chest. I was still getting used to sayingthatword.“And your fingers were inside me.”
If it wasn’t for the way Fox’s grip tightened on my ass, or the way hiseyes darkened as he stared down at me, I would have wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole for speaking aloud what I’d dreamed. But as he pressed his solid erection against me again, a rush of exhilaration coursed through me.
His reaction was caused by me. I was doing this to him, and theknowledge ofthatwas enough for me to swallow down the embarrassment trying to push its way out of me and tell him the rest.
“You told me to come for you, and I did,”I said, resting my hands onhis blue shirt.“And when I woke up, I realized I’d made myself come while dreaming of you.”
His breath hitched in his throat, his eyes now blazing fiercely as hegrabbed my hand and brought my fingers up to his lips. My core clenched deliciously as he sucked my fingers into his mouth, tasting me.
“I’m not sore anymore, Daddy,”I whispered.
Thatwas all it took. An animalistic rumble left his throat as his lips crashed down on mine,claiming my mouth. Before I could comprehend what was happening, he’d hoisted me up into his arms and was carrying me over to his desk.
My legs wrapped around his waist as our tongues dueled, and myhands laced into his hair, tugging sharply and eliciting a groan from him.
When he reached his desk, Fox swiped a stack of papers onto thefloor, scattering them into the air as he sat me down and stood between my spread legs. In one fierce tug, he ripped open the shirt I was wearing, exposing my breasts as buttons pinged across the office.
