Page 69 of Daddy's Laws

“And James?”

“Yes?”

“Love you.”

Some of the ice melted from his brother’s tone. “Love you, too, baby brother.”

“Asshole.”

“Jerk.”

Feeling about a hundred pounds lighter and still grinning madly, Bryant ended the call and made his way up the stairs. Shannon had been napping long enough.

* * *

She was dreaming again.Not of pain and death, but of gentle hands stroking her, lighting little fires all along her skin with every touch. Of an ache between her thighs, and a peak she couldn’t quite reach.

Bryant.

Amused laughter, but from far away. “Yes, princess, it’s me. Are you going to be a good girl and come for Daddy?”

Her eyes flew open as the orgasm washed over her. Digging her fingers into his arms, she clung to him as she rode the wave to its end.

“There’s my beautiful girl,” he murmured a moment before he settled over her, sinking into her still spasming pussy.

“Bryant,” she repeated on a sigh, arching up to meet him.

“Right here, baby.” He grinned that boyish grin that made him impossibly handsome as he moved inside of her with long, languid strokes. “You feel so fucking good, princess. Are you gonna come for me again? You look so pretty when you come on Daddy’s cock.”

Fucking hell. If anyone had asked her a week ago if she liked dirty talk, she would have laughed in their face. But each word from him seemed to tighten the coil of need winding up again in her core.

Combined with the way he was fucking her, angled so he hit the exact right spot each and every time, she was mindless with need.

No, not fucking. This was something more, something deeper. Even if the actions were the same, there was a connection she’d never felt with anyone else, even when she’d thought herself in love before.

“Bryant. Daddy. Please.” Head pressed back against the pillows, she rolled her hips in time with his movements, desperate for the pleasure shimmering just out of reach.

“Fuck.” Her pleas seemed to trigger something in him because he slammed into her, still slow and steady, but with more force, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her with each thrust.

Where the orgasm he’d woken her with had been warm and lovely, this one ripped through her, hot and fierce, pulling a scream from her throat as it shredded her.

“Again,” he demanded, shifting back on his haunches and pressing a thumb to her clit.

“I can’t! Daddy, please, I can’t!” But it was already building again inside of her with every painful roll and pinch of her swollen clit.

“Just one more, princess. One more for Daddy.” When she responded with a low whine, he just grinned wider. “My pretty little princess, all whiny and needy for Daddy’s cock. I want to feel you come again, baby. Just one more.”

In some far away place in her mind, she wondered if she should be outraged by the way he was speaking to her. But the rest of her mind was too busy drowning in the pleasure he was forcing on her to really care.

And then it was exploding inside her, molten need pouring through her veins as he came with her, his cock twitching inside of her, filling her.

He collapsed beside her, and for the longest time, the only sound in the room was their ragged breaths as they dragged in deep, greedy, lungfuls of air.

“If that’s how you’re going to wake me up, then I’m going to take a nap every day,” she said when she could finally breathe easily again.

“No arguments here, princess.” Rolling on his side, he pulled her into him, nuzzling against her neck. “Give me a few minutes and we can go again.”

Despite the soreness between her legs, her pussy twitched at the thought of another round. “I think you might kill us both if you try that again any time soon, Monroe.”

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