Page 13 of His to Cherish (Club Wyld #5)

OLIVER

S omething about Lilly must make me a sentimental fool, because I find myself lying in her bed, long after she’s fallen asleep, just watching her.

It’s not the first time she’s slept at my side—Lilly has a habit of passing out about twenty minutes into a movie—but it’s most definitely the first time she’s slept next to me completely naked and sated from the multiple orgasms I just gave her.

She gives a soft snore and I have to bite back a laugh. She’s so fucking cute.

Cute and unbelievably sexy. Responsive in a way I never would have dreamed. The mere thought of the things she said, the sound of her gasps and moans, the way her body had moved and squirmed and arched below me. Damn it, I’m hard again.

Honestly though, when was the last time I wasn’t hard? My cock has been a painful rod of steel pretty much since I saw her walk into that bar in her tight black dress. And now that I know what she looks like under that dress, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be a permanent affliction.

I rub my fingers down her soft, bare shoulder, loving the way she sighs and presses into me. Even asleep she’s responsive for me.

A memory of her arching under me while she called me Daddy has me groaning into her hair.

She’d been so fucking perfect, saying everything exactly the way I’ve fantasized so many times.

Better than how I fantasized, because it wasn’t scripted.

They weren’t lines. Lilly meant what she said.

She liked it. And I have no idea how I got so fucking lucky, to have this perfect creature call me Daddy.

Not at the end, though. When we were both close to coming, she’d called me Ollie, and I’d called her Lilly. And I’d liked that, too. Fucking loved it, honestly. That even in the midst of all the kinky shit I get off on, we were still us. Lilly and Ollie. Best friends.

And now so much more.

I slide my hand up her shoulder and down over her breast, cupping the luscious flesh in my palm.

Apparently, I’ve reached the limit of how long I can go without touching her, because the desire to get my hands on all the sweet, forbidden parts of her is undeniable.

I need this woman like I need oxygen. And it’s about time she woke up and satisfied my cravings.

Just like a good girl should.

“Mmm,” she murmurs as I tighten my hold on her breast, rubbing my thumb over her rapidly hardening nipple.

Fuck, I love her nipples. I’d dreamed about what Lilly’s tits would look like a million times but they blew every fantasy out of the water.

Round and full, the perfect teardrop shape, topped with the sweetest tawny nipples.

The kind of tits that could bring a grown man to tears.

“Ollie?” she gasps when I give one of those sweet nipples a particularly hard pinch.

“Yes, baby,” I say, pinching again. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”

She blinks up at me with sleepy, slightly dazed eyes. So fucking cute. And unbelievably desirable. I slide over her, adjusting our bodies so she’s flat against the bed under me. “Daddy needs you again. Can you be a good girl and take me?”

Her eyes flash up at me, sleepiness fast giving way to desire. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, and I groan into her neck. She’s going to fucking kill me.

The first time had been fast and intense, the culmination of years of wanting her. As soon as my tip finds her wet pussy, I know this round won’t be any different. I want to savor her, to take my time, but the need pounding in my veins makes that impossible.

Later, I tell myself as I thrust deep. I’ll take my time with her later.

“God, Oliver,” she cries out, a wince fighting with the pleasure on her face.

“Are you sore, baby?”

She nods into my neck and I thrust harder, groaning.

I can’t fucking help myself. I don’t want to actually hurt her, but the fact that she can still feel me hours after our first fuck gets me so hot.

I want her sore at work on Monday. I don’t want a single hour to pass without her remembering the way I felt inside her.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” I kiss her neck, her collarbone, the top swell of her breast. “You’re such a good girl, taking it for me.”

“I’ll do anything for you.”

Damn. She knows how to knock me out even in my most dominating moments. I might be the one fucking her into the mattress right now, but my girl has all the power here. She fucking owns me.

And I own her, too.

“You’re mine, Lilly,” I growl, tilting my head down to catch her nipple in my mouth. I love the way her tits bounce when I fuck her hard. I love how wet and tight her cunt is. I love the sound of her pleasured cries. I love every fucking thing about this. And I know I’ll never want to stop.

I manage to hold out longer than I thought.

Lilly coming around my dick feels so good I need to make it happen again, so I bite my tongue hard enough to taste blood in order to hang in long enough to send her over the edge again.

I swear to God, nothing has ever felt better than this woman’s cunt milking the hell out of me.

I chase her second orgasm with my own then collapse into the mattress, happy and sated—for now.

“How are you feeling?” I ask, running my fingers through her hair.

“Hungry,” she says immediately, and I laugh, bringing a hand down to her belly.

“We’ll have to take care of that.” I kiss the side of her head. “I meant more up here, though,” I say. “How are you feeling about everything?”

She gives me a shy smile. “Good.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Gonna need more than that, Lilly. Remember what I said about being honest.”

She snuggles into me. I’m pretty sure it’s as much an attempt to hide her face as it is the desire to cuddle me, but I don’t say anything. In truth, I like that she’s shy. It only makes her seem more sweet and innocent, and I like that a hell of a lot.

“I’m really happy, Ollie,” she whispers, and I tighten my arms around her. “Being with you like this has been…way more than I ever dreamed of.”

Relief washes through me. I’d been pretty sure that was the case—it’s hard to fake the kind of sexual reaction she’s been showing me—but there’s still a part of me that worries this is all going to blow up in my face at any moment.

The fact that I’ve found my perfect partner, my perfect babygirl, in my best friend seems far too good to be true.

I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But Lilly sighs, pressing a kiss to my chest. “I think I’d be happy to stay with you like this forever,” she whispers.

Something shifts inside me at those words. Forever . That’s what I want, too. No one but my Lilly. I want to be the man who takes care of her, always. The man who makes her happy and brings her pleasure. The man who owns her body and her heart.

A determination I’ve never known washes over me. A responsibility that feels as good as it is weighty. This woman is my life now, taking care of her my purpose.

I pull her away from my chest and press a quick kiss to her mouth. At least, I planned for it to be quick. But the second my lips touch hers my blood catches fire all over again.

It will never be enough, I realize. I’ll never get enough of her.

I cover her body with mine. “Be a good girl for me one more time,” I murmur, loving the way her eyes flash at those dirty words.

This isn’t the first time I’ve played this game, but it feels better with Lilly than anyone else.

I wedge myself between her legs. “I know you’re hungry, baby.

I promise I’ll take care of that real soon.

But for right now, I need inside this hot little cunt again. ”

“Okay, Daddy,” she whispers, and it’s everything I can do not to come before I’m even inside her.

“You’re in so much trouble, babygirl,” I groan, thrusting into her, hard and rough. “I’m going to spank your ass later.”

“Why?” she gasps, arching up under me as I give another hard stroke. “Aren’t I a good girl?”

I’ve already noticed the way she responds to those two words— good girl —and I plan to use them to my benefit as often as needed.

“You are, sweetheart. A very good girl.” I lean in and take her earlobe between my teeth, biting down until she squeals.

“But you’re tempting Daddy. Making me hard all the time.

Distracting me from taking care of you with this sweet little body.

” I thrust hard and deep, relishing her gasp. “Making me want you.”

She sighs happily, grinding her hips up into mine, wanting this as badly as I do. “You can have me,” she promises.

And I plan to. For the rest of our lives.