Page 11 of Damaged Billionaire Daddy (The Lanes Series #1)

Chapter eleven

Kandis

His hands slowly ran up the length of my body, torturously so, because I wished that he’d get to the point and touch me the way that I wanted him to. I thought that he was doing it on purpose, so he could make me beg.

The bad thing was that I was not so far off from calling his name and pleading with him to finish me off and do whatever it was that he wanted with me.

“Tell me where you want me.” His voice was husky and deep. You’d have never known that we were arguing prior to this. “I can take you against this wall, or we can move it to the bedroom, maybe even the living room.”

Fuck. Was everywhere an option?

I made this decision on my own. I decided that I wanted this man even if we didn’t get along that well. We don’t have to be the best of friends for him to give me the one thing that no other man has been able to.

And man! Did he do it well.

When I didn’t respond, he plunged two fingers inside of my pussy which immediately tightened around his digits. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I braced myself against the wall the best that I could, unable to stop the moans from leaving my throat.

I should tell him to stop, not because I didn’t want every single thing that he was offering me but because my grandparents would be home any minute, and there was no amount of explaining that would be able to get us out of this situation.

Would it be so bad if we were caught? My thoughts proved that I was getting too far gone and needed to make a decision before I lost my mind completely to his touch.

He pushed his fingers all of the way inside me. “Make a choice, Kandis, or I’ll make it for you.”

I wanted to give him an answer, but the more that I tried to, the more that my mind came up blank, especially with the way that he was pulling his fingers out and then filling me back up with them.

If he didn’t stop soon or make me come, I was sure that I was going to scream. “Make it for me, then.”

Richie seemed to be happy with my words. He brought his face down to my neck. “I want to ravish your body everywhere I can.”

His words were making me even wetter which I didn’t know could happen.

“So, I’ll fuck you here until you’re screaming for me to stop, and then I’m going to carry you to your room and leave your legs shaking. You won’t be able to walk when I’m through with you.”

It was not that hard for me to believe him.

He might be the only man that I’ve ever been with, but something told me that I was lucky he was my first. With some of the stories that I’ve heard, there was no way that all men were just this good.

Maybe there was something wrong with me. If I were more normal, maybe his words wouldn’t be so alluring, but if I was bad, then I didn’t want to be good. I moaned while his fingers curled deep inside of me.

“Kandis.” The way he said my name sounded almost like a warning even thought I know it was just an attempt to grab my attention. “Tell me that it’s what you want.”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I was too overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Kandis.”

Still nothing.

He put his fingers in deeper. “Say it or I take it all away.”

I can’t let that happen.

“I want you to fuck me wherever you want.”

“Good girl.”

* * *

I sat up in bed with sweat dripping along my forehead, my wet dream still lingering on my mind. I didn’t have to reach between my legs to see just how wet I was, especially considering that my thoughts of Richie hadn’t exactly gone anywhere.

I laid back in my bed with a huff. If I were more sure of myself, there was not a doubt in my mind that I would reach down and start to finish the task, myself, playing with myself the way that I needed to get the climax that I obviously, desperately wanted.

But the more I thought about it, the more that I hated myself.

In all honesty, I should want nothing to do with this man, yet here I was, thinking of him when he was nowhere nearby.

Screw it.

I’d touched myself before although I’d never felt close to the way that I do when it was Richie’s long fingers inside of me, making me writhe and squirm until I was thrown so far over the edge that I doubted I’d ever see the cliff again.

Slowly, my hand moved down my slim abdomen until it connected with the loose, cotton panties that I was wearing. With a small breath, I closed my eyes and allowed my fingers to slip in, lightly brushing along my pussy while they try to make it to the prize.

It didn’t feel anywhere near the same when my short fingers finally entered my womanhood, but it did give me a touch of relief. I might not know how to work myself the same, but that didn’t mean I was not damn well going to try.

Just as I started to find my own rhythm, the sound of my bathroom door closing grabbed my attention.

I yanked my hand away from myself and my eyes connected with Richie’s.

He was fresh from a shower with dark, wet hair, and eyes that seemed like they never wanted to stop watching me.

How could this man have such an effect on me?

“Richie,” I said his name quickly, closing my legs even though he couldn’t see anything with me under the covers.

So, it hadn’t been a dream, merely a flashback to the time that we spent together the day before.

That was good. “Did you sleep over?” It was a dumb question with an obvious answer, and I expected him to make me look like a complete idiot. However, he didn’t.

“Yes.”

“What time is it?”

“Early.” His one word answers were making me a bit worried, but what was more than that was the thought that we shared a bed, cuddled up against one another, close in a way that wasn’t strictly sexual. How do I feel about that? How does he feel about that? “Were you thinking about me?”

“What?”

“Just now.” When I didn’t answer immediately, he decided to elaborate. “While you were touching yourself, was it to thoughts of me?”

“No,” I answered, but the way that my cheeks tinted red gave away my real answer. “You’re not special.”

“Don’t be delusional.”

“Don’t be so full of yourself.”

“Have you ever done that before?” Underneath the towel that he had around his waist, I could see his bulge which is growing thicker and longer by the second.

It was no question that he was quite the grower when he’s aroused, and I still could hardly believe that I was able to take all of him by myself.

It didn’t take a genius to guess what he was talking about. “Yes, I’ve masturbated before.”

He moved to the side of the bed. “In front of someone.”

My heart started beating quicker than a hummingbird’s wings, and I swallowed. “No.”

“Then, let’s change that.”

He ripped the covers from my body and allowed the towel to fall from around his waist, eyeing me hungrily as if I was a cool oasis on a hot, summer day. It was wild how desired this man could make me feel. “Touch yourself now.”

“I can’t do that.” The idea of touching myself in front of him wasn’t one that was appealing to me.

“Why not?” he asked, curiously as if that didn’t make any sense to him.

I snorted and shook my head. “You’re here. Why don’t you touch me?” It’s obvious that whatever spark that there was between us wasn’t going to go away with just two rounds of fucking. Maybe a couple more and then we could call it quits and go back to solely hating each other’s existences.

“That’s not what I want right now.”

“Why does what you want matter?”

“Because you make me happy, and I’ll do the same.”

My eyes fluttered shut as I thought about just how happy he could make me, trying desperately to calm down my racing heart. I felt like a girl who couldn’t control her emotions, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that’s all I was.

“Do it.”

I let out a shaky breath and moved my hand back to the position that it was in before I knew he was there. “What do you want me to do?”

“Whatever makes you feel the best.”

“You feel the best,” I admitted.

“Think of this as the appetizer, and I’ll be your main course.”

Can this man get any sexier?

Trying to emulate how Richie touched me, I let my finger slide along my nub, but the same fire wasn’t there. Instead, I slipped two fingers inside of my pussy, feeling them get coated in my juices.

I don’t think I’ve ever been wetter than I was right now, and when I opened my eyes and saw Richie staring straight at me, even more liquid surged out.

“I want you to rub your thumb against your clit,” he suggested, and I followed his directions obediently, pulsing against my fingers and wanting desperately for him to be the one touching me and not the other way around.

He crawled into bed but didn’t lay a finger on me while I continued.

A knock on my door halted me in my tracks.

“Kandy Kane.” It was my grandmother’s voice on the other side, and I let my hand fall, my eyes getting huge with panic.

But Richie wasn’t prepared to let that be the end.

His hand took up the spot of mine, and he started rubbing his thumb in circles against my clit while one finger teased my entrance, absolutely driving me insane.

“Are you okay in there?”

It took every ounce of willpower I had to answer. “Yes, sorry, just waking up.”

“That’s okay. I was just checking on you since you didn’t join us for dinner last night, figured you just may not have been feeling well.”

You could say something like that.

If Richie didn’t let up on me, my grandmother was going to find out exactly what was going on behind this door.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Will you be joining us for breakfast?”

“Yes, can I…” His fingers curled, and I was on the verge of coming. “Just a minute.”

“Sure, I’ll see you downstairs.”

Her words were a relief just as Richie’s fingers sent me to my climax. “You need … to … leave,” I gasped.

“Sure,” he said, drawing back. “Just remember: anywhere, anytime.”

“Asshole,” I snarled.

He just laughed, pulled on his pants, picked up his shirt, and slipped out through the window.