Page 10 of Daddy's Babies: Johnnie's Story

“That’s not what a good girl says. Now tell me, what do you say to daddy for making you come, baby girl?” I demand, dragging my cock against her g-spot making her pussy clench around me, warming up to her orgasm.

“Thank you, daddy,” she shouts, and I cover her mouth with mine as it hits her hard, and I bathe her with my cum as I keep going, drawing another orgasm from her followed by one more, and this time, I don’t have to ask her for it at all. “Thank you, daddy, thank you, thank you…oh god, thank you, daddy…”

It’s pure heaven hearing her call me that. Knowing I’ll be the only man that ever gets that, that’ll ever get her, ever show her how she should be loved. Yeah, I fucking love her. I love everything about her, but especially the look in her eyes when I had her on her knees, taking me down her throat, telling her to suck daddy’s cock like a good girl.

That was Saturday afternoon after she woke from her nap, and there was no denying that it made her hot and wet. There’s no denying that it made me fucking come like a teenager when she finally called me it while riding my cock that night, and now…now there’s no way I’m letting her go—ever.

I don’t want to pull out of her or leave her, but I have meetings I have to handle today, projects that we’re bidding out, and I can’t stay in bed with my girl no matter how much I want. Carly hums softly as I lift off her, and I pull the sheet over her before heading to the bathroom to get my day going. The sooner I get to work, the sooner I can hopefully get back home to her.

I move out of my dressing area, carrying my suit jacket and put some clothes onto the dresser so she’ll see them when she wakes up. She hasn’t tried or mentioned leaving since her freakout Saturday morning about the reminder that she was predicted to ovulate in approximately two days. I don’t want her thinking I want her to leave, but I also don’t want her running around in just my t-shirt in case someone stops by.

I know it’d likely only be my mom or maybe Jackie dropping off food for me. They take turns filling my fridge with homemade meals I can just pop in the microwave since I don’t have a housekeeper that cooks for me like Jude. Granted his housekeeper does it because she wants more, but my brother hasn’t been stupid enough to sleep with the woman, and since Jackie can’t stand her, she refuses to go by his place with food because he’s not much better than me when it comes to cooking. Honestly, since I can bake, I’d say he’s worse.

“Johnnie?” Carly says softly and I turn my head, smiling seeing her naked breasts as she rolls over, her eyes drowsy still.

“Go back to sleep, baby girl. Daddy has to go to work, but I’ll be home to check on you at lunch,” I promise, dropping a quick kiss on her lips to hold me as well as to keep me from diving back into the bed with her.

“I should…”

“Go back to sleep,” I tell her, putting a little smile on her lips. “You have some sleep to catch up on, so you keep your sexy ass in bed and rest, little bird. I had some things delivered for you, some clothes,” I add not admitting that they were delivered before I even had her here with me, when her brows knit together. “My mom and sister stop by sometimes with food and as much as I love you in my clothes, I don’t want anyone seeing you that way but me—not even my momma.”

“Okay,” she hums, her eyelids falling shut, a little smile on her lips, and I press a kiss to her forehead, pulling a happy sigh from her.

“I’ll be home before you know it, baby girl,” I promise, before forcing myself from the room and to the office. I thought about bringing Carly’s phone with me to keep her from worrying about the messages that’d come in. As well as hoping to find out who the hell Brent was since she wouldn’t tell me anything more about the situation after I turned her phone off and put it away so it wouldn’t disturb our weekend.

I have Brent’s number, but it looks like a cell phone, which are harder to do a reverse search on than landlines. I need someone to look into it, as well as find out who Carly’s father is, so I can teach him a fucking lesson. It’s not something I usually deal with, but hopefully, Jesse can give me the name of one of the guys he hires for security for events, and they can get me answers.

The morning speeds by and we wrap up the last of the bids just before noon putting a smile on my lips.

“What’s that look about?” Julie asks, drawing Jesse’s attention my way.

He lets out a laugh and I bristle a bit. “What?”

“You got it bad. So, who’s the girl?” Jesse asks, making Julie’s jaw drop.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie, glad I hadn’t gotten around to asking him for the security company’s number yet, not if he’s going to be a smartass about it.

“No? Then where’d you get the fucking hickey, huh?” he crows, smirking at me and shit…I know we gave him absolute hell over how fast he fell for Maddie and deserve it, but I don’t want anyone upsetting Carly.

“Fine, I met a girl,” I tell them, rolling my eyes at Julie’s gleeful expression. “I…she’s it for me.”

“And you’re ready to run out at lunchtime to go see her I take it?” Julie asks.

“Yeah, I’m headed back to my place for lunch to feed her,” I state, shaking my head at their snorts of laughter. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…keep it up schmucks.”

“Oh no,” Julie says, stopping me before I can leave. “You can’t tell us you have a girl at your place that you’re headed out to see and not expect us to have questions. When did you meet her, where did you meet her, what does she do if she’s at your place at lunchtime on a Monday still?”

“I ran into her almost two weeks ago, she was on her phone and nearly stepped off the curb in front of a car that didn’t pay attention to the pedestrian crosswalk sign. After that…I kept running into her all over town, and about the third time it happened, I knew it was more than just a need to have her in my bed. I saw her Friday night about to do something stupid and took her back to my place to find out why the hell she’d be going into Club One,” I add turning Jesse’s smile into scowl. “She wasn’t going there by choice. Her father’s boss told her to turn up there to explain why they needed a new set of contracts signed. She lost them somewhere, and that’s why I kept running into her everywhere, she’d been looking for them. She didn’t have a clue what that place was like.”

“And you decided to keep her,” Julie says, letting out a little laugh as Jesse’s scowl lessened but I could see the questions and worry in his eyes.

“Yeah, not letting my little bird fly away again, but I’m also not letting her father’s boss do anything to hurt her. She wouldn’t tell me who he is other than his name is Brent, and she wouldn’t tell me who her father is either, so all I have are cell numbers for them. I was hoping one of the security firms you use could try to figure out who they are?” I add, looking to Jesse for his help.

“Definitely,” he agrees, pulling out his phone and within ten minutes, I’ve given them all the information I have for them to figure out who Carly Dennings’s father is and in turn, who his boss is, and what the bastard is playing at with my girl.

“Okay, I’m heading home to check on Carly now,” I tell my siblings, before adding, “don’t tell Mom about her yet.”

“We won’t, we’ll let you have all that pleasure,” Jesse says, his tone once more joking and teasing and I lift my brow at him. “She’s going to flip over the idea, especially with Dad’s promise to her after they met Maddie.”

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