Page 44 of Tattoos and Tiaras
“Consider me a challenge, Daddy.” Cullen whimpered softly.
“Lube, sweet one, where it is? I need to be inside you now.” Cullen flung his arm out towards the bedside table. The bottle sat within easy reach, thank fuck.
I coated my cock liberally with lube. Cullen's opening was still slick and open from earlier, but more lube never hurt anyone.
Looking down, Cullen looked like a painting with his skirt in disarray around him framing him in a cloud of blue. I was going to remember this moment for a long time. “Are you ready for me, sweet one?”
“Would it be rude to demand you put that cock in me now?” Cullen tilted his head and smiled. Dear gods he was going to be a handful.
“It is, but Daddy needs to fuck you stupid before I can think of a suitable punishment for my sassy boy.” Before Cullen could come back with a clever answer, I pushed forward, my cock slipping easily past his entrance.
Warmth and an unbelievable tightness surrounded my cock. “Jesus, boy, are you doing your Kegels?”
“Every day Daddy.” The self-satisfied smirk disappeared from Cullen's face when I thrust forward, replaced by a look of wonder.
“Fuck I can feel you here.” Cullen ran his hands down to his belly.
“Yeah.” I snapped my hips forward, driving my cock deeper inside, driven on by Cullen's deep moans. I lifted Cullens legs around my waist and fucked into him with abandon. “Why the hell were we not doing this months ago?”
Cullen's only answer was a low moan when I bottomed out again. I clutched onto Cullen's waist and flipped us over, so I was looking up at a dishevelled Cullen. I slapped his arse soundly. “Time for you to show me how good a Slutty Princess you can be for me.”
Cullen slapped his hands down on my chest and started to rock in time with my thrusts. His skirt had bunched up around his waist, and he'd lost his camisole at some point. Ink and lace were now going to cause me to have a Pavlovian boner response.
Cullen arched back, lifting himself up, then sliding down slower than I thought possible, the naughty minx was teasing me. His arse was a thing of magic as he milked my cock, slowly rocking his hips until I held him firm and thrust up hard, then again until his fingers clenched my chest, and he let out a throaty growl and came. I pushed up onto my elbow, still gripping Cullen's hip with my left hand and thrusting up savagely as my own orgasm crashed over me.
“Fuck!” Cullen let out a yell as he threw himself over me as cum and sweat mixed between us, and I didn't care. We could spend the rest of the night in that glorious tub of his cleaning up, but right now, I just wanted to hold him.
“Ugh, I’m sticky Daddy.” Cullen's breath was warm against my skin. “But I don't want to move.”
“Same, Princess. We can cuddle for a while longer. I'll run us a bath soon.”
Cullen lifted his head from my chest and smiled dreamily. “With bubbles?”
“Anything my princess wants.” I answer, pleasantly exhausted.
Cullen lifted his head and grinned. “Anything.”
I adored this cheeky side of Cullen. “Anything within reason pretty one.”
“Aw poop, and I was going to ask for a pony.”
I ruffled Cullen's hair and cupped his face, kissing him softly. “I could get you a pretty tail if you wanted.”
Cullen's lips twitched. “I'll get back to you on that.”
Chapter Eighteen
The week had dragged, the weather had come in foul, and the surgery had been busy. I was in a grumpy mood, and I couldn't seem to snap out of it. Knowing my parents' anniversary dinner was tonight did nothing to improve my mood.
“Cullen, you’re my friend and my boss, and I say this with all the love in my heart, but I am seriously going to tell on you if you don't stop snarling and snapping. It's not my fault you're having a shit day.” Rhys crossed his arms and glared at me as if daring me to deny it.
“You wouldn't dare.” I countered, crossing my own arms.
“Try me.” Rhys answered. While Rhys may have the sweetest nature, he was also immune to my temper tantrums and found it a source of pride to call me on my shit.
It wasveryfrustrating.
“What about the little and middle code?” I tried gambling on our mutual kink. I know it was an underhanded tactic but the last thing I needed this week was Daddy being disappointed in me.
