Page 26 of Laila Manning (Shadeport Crew #3)

His eyes darkened dramatically, and his jaw clenched tightly as he stared at me. “This is about you, Dove, and what you want. ”

“I need to know,” I whispered.

“Then you need to be brave and tell me about your feelings about it first.” He stared directly at me, as if he could grasp how fucked up I felt in the head over this. “I can tell this one bothers you, and I want to know why.”

“My father tried to kill me,” I whispered. “And then he killed my mom and tried killing Jed.” I shivered at the memories. “That man was the catalyst that derailed my entire life.”

“What does that have to do with me?” Zeke asked calmly.

“I think—” I licked my dry lips and forced myself to take a deep breath and look at him directly, “Something inside of me gets excited by the idea of calling you —daddy.” I groaned as soon as the words were out of my mouth as a blush heated up my entire face.

“And that’s fucked up, considering who my real fucking father was. ”

Zeke stood up with me in his arms, and I shrieked, clinging to his neck in surprise as he walked us across my apartment to my bed. He didn’t say anything as he kneeled on the bed and lowered me into the center of it, following me down until he lay on top of me.

Anxiety should have bloomed inside my body, nausea should have rolled through my stomach, and fear should have ignited my survival instincts from being underneath of a man in a bed again.

But none of that happened.

It was as if I were watching the entire exchange from the side of the bed. He lowered his hips, pinning mine underneath him as my hands circled the back of his neck, holding onto him instead of pushing him away.

“Say it.” He growled as he slid his warm hand up my side, gathering my shirt out of his way so he could touch my skin. I leaned into his touch instead of cowering away from it.

He was addictive .

He was powerful.

He was safe.

He was everything that should terrify me, but he didn’t scare me. Ever.

“Laila.” He growled again and stared into my eyes, “If you want to say it, do it.”

“I’m fucked—” I started to argue.

“Shut up.” He barked, closing his eyes, and taking a deep breath like he was on the edge of something unseen inside of him. “Say it.”

“Do you want me to?” I questioned, looking for a reason amidst the chaos that was inside my head.

“I fucking need you to.” He whispered, with his eyes still closed and his jaw tight.

His hand ascended until he cupped the underside of my naked breast, and my back arched, pushing my chest up into his hand like a needy slut.

He smirked a devilish grin as he moved his hand higher, squeezing my entire breast and toying with my nipple.

“Fuck.” I moaned, digging my nails into the back of his neck, and curling towards him, desperate for more.

“Say it, Dove.” He pinched my nipple. “And I’ll reward you. Do what I want you to, and I’ll make you come so hard, like the good little girl that you are.”

“Daddy.” I all but screamed, desperate for what he was promising and determined to figure out if calling him that was as hot as my brain had conjured up when I first read it.

And my God, was it ever.

“Good girl.” He growled and flicked his wrist, lifting my loose pajama shirt until my breasts were bare to him for the first time.

“Such a good fucking girl, Dove.” He kissed down my neck and over my collarbones until his lips hovered right above my nipple, pinched between his fingers as he rolled it back and forth.

“Daddy’s going to make you feel so fucking good. ”

“Yes!” I cried, thrashing underneath him as he flicked his tongue over my nipple and sucked it into his mouth.

The man was so talented with his fingers, his mouth, and his body.

And he wasn’t even inside me yet. He’d never even touched the bare skin under my pants, yet he had made me come multiple times.

Never once taking anything for himself.

“Zeke!” I cried, thrashing in his hold as he expertly played with me. It was only a few hours ago that he had made me come on my boss’s desk, yet here he was again, pushing me into bliss. “I want to make you feel good.”

“You do.” He replied, never leaving my chest as he played with my nipples.

“No.” I shook my head, trying to focus as he thrust his hips to rub my clit. “I want to make you come.”

“No.” He shook his head, rubbing his erection against me again. “That’s not what this is about.”

“Yes, it is.” I groaned. “Don’t you want to come?”

“I will.” He growled, trying to get me to drop it.

“When?” I asked as my eyes rolled to the back of my head as he bit my nipple and sucked it hard. “Fuck.”

“Stop worrying about me and focus on what I’m giving to you.”

“I can’t.” I shook my head. “I want to make you feel just as good.”

“You do, Dove.” He growled again as he rolled his cock against my aching pussy through our pants. “You make me feel so fucking good. Every single time you look at me. Or talk to me. Or let me touch you.” He groaned. “So fucking good.”

“I want to make you come.” I argued, fighting for control, as I slid my hand between our bodies, fighting against his weight until I reached my prize.

I wasn’t tentative or shy as I gripped his hard cock through his jeans.

Afterall, dicks weren’t new to me. But wanting to touch one, was.

Wanting to pleasure a man until he was reduced to sounds and feelings only, was.

Wanting to make this man lose control was new. “Please.”

“Dove,” He paused, resting his forehead against my sternum like he was fighting an internal war inside his head as I ran my nails over the tight fabric barely containing his erection.

God, he was so big. He’d fill me up until I couldn’t breathe from feeling so full.

And I fucking wanted it.

“Don’t make me beg, because I will.” I whispered, hooking my leg around his, and pulling him back up my body until his face was in line with mine and his cock was sandwiching my hand against my crotch.

I bit my lip as I flexed my knuckles, tightening my hold on him and rubbing my clit at the same time. “Please.”

“Laila.” He whispered, pushing his cock into my hand harder and making me moan from the friction my knuckles gave me.

“Daddy.” I moaned, fighting the embarrassment as my carnal need took over my good sense. “Please let me make you come, Daddy.”

“God.” He hissed, thrusting into my hand again as his blue eyes dilated. “I’m only a man, Dove. And you’re testing my strength here.”

“Give me what I want, then.” I bit my lip and smirked at him. “Come for me.”

“Mmh.” He moaned and leaned down to bite my neck as he started humping me into the bed.

“You’re topping from underneath me.” I wrapped my legs around his waist as he rubbed that thick cock against my pussy, clinging to his shoulders for dear life as not an inch of space existed between us anymore. “And I fucking love it. ”

“Yes.” I moaned, feeling powerful and submissive at the same time. “God, you feel so good.”

“Wait until I’m inside you for the first time.” He growled, rolling his hips, and rubbing against me in a new direction. “Wait until you take me deep.”

“Yes!” I repeated, “God, I’m so close.”

“Tell Daddy who you belong to.” He pulled back to stare down at me as he pushed against me even harder. “Tell me you’re mine, Dove.”

“I’m yours, Zeke.” I cried out, throwing my head back as my orgasm crashed into me like a freight truck. “I’m yours.”

“Yes!” He roared above me, and I forced my eyes to open and watch him come undone. His eyes were closed, and his neck was taut as he thrust against me a few more times. “Jesus Christ, Laila.” He moaned and slowed as I felt warmth wet the front of his jeans.

“Oh, my God.” I panted, collapsing back into the blankets, and fighting to catch my breath. “It can’t be healthy to come that hard.”

He smirked that playboy one-sided grin I loved and rested his forehead against mine, taking a few deep breaths before kissing me softly. “I didn’t deserve that gift, Laila.”

“Why?” I questioned, feeling the happy, sated feeling deflating out of my body as he negated what had just happened between us.

“Because you deserve to be worshiped. I’ve already told you that.”

“This wasn’t worship?” I countered, “I vaguely remember calling out to God.”

He rolled his eyes and pursed his lips before rolling off of me and sitting up on the edge of my bed with his back to me. “I want to do this right.”

It was the first time I’d seen a vulnerable side of him. His shoulders were rounded, and it made him look smaller than normal, and I found that I hated seeing him that way. So, I slowly crawled to the end of the bed and sat next to him and made myself vulnerable to match his.

“I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow being the only one receiving pleasure made me feel—” I hesitated, hating the word that came to mind, but it was the right one. “Used.”

He looked over at me with his brows furrowed deep over his blue eyes. “That’s not—” He swallowed angrily. “I never wanted to make you feel used, Laila.”

“I know.” I said reassuringly and took his hand in mine.

“And in a way, it was different from how I felt when I was abused. But in a way it was similar too.” I shrugged and looked away from his penetrating stare.

“I don’t want everything between us to be about my past. And you wanting to treat me like a princess and only give without taking made me feel like my past was in control of me again.

Like I was back there in some warped way.

” Taking a deep breath, I looked back at him.

“I just want you to treat me like every other woman you’ve been with, that’s it.

I just want to be normal. I want us to be normal. ”

He mulled that over for a while and then closed his eyes, nodding his head. “I’ll be sure to remember all of that from here on out.” He stared at me, “But I will never treat you like any other woman I’ve been with, because I’ve never cared about any of those women. Not like I care about you.”

“I care about you too, Zeke.” I sighed, resting my temple on his shoulder and letting the easy silence fill the space. “Enough to let you lock me away in a room, all alone, without me even noticing it. Again.”

He smirked and kissed my forehead. “Careful, or I’ll keep you all to myself forever.”

“Hmm.” I smiled against the tight muscle of his arm. “I don’t think I’d mind.”