Page 6 of Mercenary Daddy’s Girl (Daddy’s Girl #9)

GHOST

F uck.

I was teasing. Thought she’d giggle, maybe roll her eyes, and take the chair opposite me with the intention of picking my brain about this whole situation. But if I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times.

Gemma’s too smart to ask questions she doesn’t want the answer to.

And now? She’s crawling onto my lap, eyes glued to mine.

“Is this okay?” she asks, and shimmying up my thigh, stopping dangerously close to my rock-hard cock. It shot to life the second I saw her in nothing but this skimpy little nightgown, and it’s not going to settle while she’s on top of me.

“Better. It’s perfect.” Calm. Cool. Collected. Stay in control.

Easier said than done when she’s on top of me.

Every fiber of my being wants to escalate.

Tear off that thin layer of material and expose her body beneath.

Get my first glimpse of the perky tits brushing against my chest. Lose myself to the sight of her round ass while she waggles it in my face before I go in for a taste of her …

Don’t think about her pussy. You’re gonna do something regrettable.

My thoughts inspire my hands to move on their own accord. Starting on her hips, tucked in, and squeezing her curvaceous behind. She squirms and wriggles, giggling at this foreign touch, but doesn’t stop me.

“I shouldn’t touch you like this.” I bite back on the words, expecting her to agree. I want more than she’s willing to give, and it’s killing me.

“Why not?” Gemma asks breathlessly.

“Because you’re new to this.” She’s in the palm of my hand. All I need to do is snatch, and she’ll be mine forever.

But not like this. Not here. That doesn’t mean we can’t have fun in different ways.

“How can you tell?” Her button nose scrunches with her furrowing brow.

“You’re somehow stiff and shaking at the same time. Know what you want, but not how to take it,” I start, but can’t hide my growing grin as I try to make up reasons. “And because we shared your first kiss. Not many people jump straight to the fun bit without it.”

Even in the pale light from my monitors, I can see her cheeks shift to a deep red.

“Yes, well…” She buries her face in the crook of my neck before finishing, “You’ve got me on that one.”

“Look at me, Gemma.” It comes out sterner than intended. But why would I look at the side of her head when I could be staring into her eyes instead?

Her head snaps up, and our gazes meet, but it’s the way she nibbles on her lower lip that lights a fire in my belly. Anxious about what we’re doing. No doubt about her whole situation, too. Wondering if this is right or wrong, but not willing to let it stop .

“Yes, sir,” she says, teasing the word with bratty playfulness.

“Sir?” I repeat to play it on my ear. No, it won’t do. Too militant.

“Uh-huh.” She nods. “Felt right in the moment. I don’t know.”

My arms dip lower, and I grab two handfuls of her ass. Her eyes widen, and she jumps on my lap, brushing up against the monstrous erection she inspired. It’s a night of firsts. While I won’t let her have it, she might as well get used to feeling it before I bury it deep inside her virgin cunt.

“We’ll have to see about that one,” I say, chuckling.

I circle her thigh, touching every inch of her skin along the way. Silky smooth, practically twitching, the closer I get to my destination.

“What are you doing?” she asks, more inquisitive than worried about it.

“Touching what’s mine,” I say. But it’s easy to slip into the delusions that what I want is what she wants, too. I bring myself back just a little to give her all the power if she wants to take it. “If you want me to stop?—”

“No, don’t.” Her eyes widen as if she can’t believe what she just said.

“Then, before we go on, I need you to understand something, little Gem.” There’s a severity in my tone that I hope conveys the seriousness of this conversation without sounding insane. “I don’t do anything half-hearted.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Barely coherent, a mumbling mess of heavy breathing and anticipation.

“If we take this step, I’m not sharing.” Blunt and to the point. It’s what kicked off our kiss. It’s what will send us to the next level of this depravity.

“These thighs.” I make a point of brushing harder with my fingertips before leaning in between her chest, so close my breath tickles her skin. “These tits.” I press my tongue against her nipple through the nightgown. A feverish howl tears from deep inside her core. “But most importantly…”

This one, I take my time with. Slowly guiding my hand between her legs. Brushing across what I can only assume is a manicured landing strip from the shape of her pubic hair. Funny for someone who’s never had a man to care about her appearance down there.

I move slowly to test her. Any sign that I’m pushing too hard or taking this too far, I’ll stop. Draw back my hand and give her all the time and space she needs. But it never comes. Not in her baby blue eyes that are glued to mine, nor her body bucking towards my fingers with desperate yearning.

“This pussy.” My finger glides over her engorged clitoris, and her hips instinctively dart forward. Rubbing and brushing her slick wetness against it like my hand is her own personal sex toy. She’s not wrong, either. “Mine. All mine. Do you understand?”

Gemma answers with blissful moans and wriggling giddiness. I’m not even sure a word got through to her since I licked her nipple. Oh well, there will be time for talking lat?—

“I understand, sir,” she cuts off my thought.

There it is again. Still don’t like it.

“Not sir.”

I slide my index finger lower until her pussy sits in the gap between it and my thumb. While she continues grinding against her new platform, I move my lips against her neck, brushing them slowly in gentle kisses against her mottled skin.

Gemma can’t contain herself anymore. Rapturous sounds of glory and euphoria pour from her freely.

“I want to hear you say it again.” I peck my way up her neck until I’m right next to her ear. “This time, don’t call me sir. ”

“I understand. I belong to you,” she mutters, choking up on her words. “These thighs, breasts, and pussy. They belong to you, D…” She pauses, catching her breath before she finishes. “Daddy.”

Where the fuck did that come from?

And why the fuck does it turn my head into a spiraling mess?

Daddy . It’s perfect. Tickles my brain in unimaginable ways.

Unable to process more than my base urges, I hook my index finger around until it’s teasing Gemma’s entrance. Her bucking comes to a stop, head snapping to the ceiling as she waits for me to move just a little farther.

“Good girl,” I whisper into her ear, and as I suck her lobe between my lips, I slide my finger into her. Slow to start, teasing the motion until my finger’s soaked in her liquids.

In the haze and heat of the moment, riding on the thrill of her first orgasm from a man, Gemma’s hands slip between our bodies. Working on instinct, they latch onto my girth and squeeze the life out of me.

Fuck, what I wouldn’t give for her to go on. Stroke it, play with it, do whatever she fucking wants. But I can’t. If we cross that boundary, there won’t be any coming back for me.

I grab one of her wrists with my free hand and pull it off my cock. “Not tonight. Everything we’re doing here, this is all for you.”

She doesn’t fight me on it, though that might be more from me exploring her depths deeper with every twist of my wrist.

Her walls squeeze around my finger, and her entire body trembles with every thrust. She’s never felt this before, never been touched like this, and she’s on the verge of exploding all because of me.

“You’re so tight,” I mumble against her skin. If this is how she feels around my finger, she’ll suffocate the life out of my cock .

It twitches at the thought, struggling harder to stay away with every passing second.

“Daddy…” There it is again. Like butter dripping from a hot biscuit. “You feel so good.” She’s playing with her dirty talk. Trying it out and blushing with every word. Little does she know, I fucking love it.

“Are you going to come for me, baby girl?”

As if the catalyst to send her over the edge, Gemma catches a moan in the back of her throat and swings her arms around my shoulders. Her fingernails dig into my skin, and her body stiffens while a guttural roar erupts from deep inside her core.

I snap my head towards hers, locking our mouths together to steal this sound. Suck it in and keep it all to myself. Just like I’m going to do to her. Her tongue smashes through the barrier of my lips as her orgasm crests and intensifies.

Riding that high for everything she can get before it comes down.

And when it finally does, Gemma crumbles against my chest, squeezing me tightly around the neck. Clinging on for dear life after her whole world started rocking.

“Can I take you to bed?” I whisper against her crown.

“Only if you’ll join me.” Her body stiffens, expecting me to say no.

“You wouldn’t need to ask me twice.”

She tries to get off my lap, but I pull her right back on and into another kiss. With Gemma in my arms, I stand. So small, so light, carrying Gemma is an easy job that will drive her wild.

Gemma gasps and giggles as we walk, still making out, all the way to the bedroom. But as soon as her feet touch the bed, a sigh replaces the giddy laughter from a moment ago.

“What’s the matter?” This isn’t the reaction I was expecting after what we did. Maybe it should’ve been. I pushed too hard, and now that she’s back to reality, she regrets it.

“Well, you know, I’ve never done this before.” She’s looking straight into my eyes, but I can tell she doesn’t want to hold it. “A virgin at twenty-one. It’s not gonna be a problem, is it?” She turns away from me to finish. “My … inexperience?”

I slide my hand over her cheek and pull her face back to mine, gently brushing the apple with my thumb. “Nothing about you could ever be a problem. You’re perfect.”

I replace my hand with a peck on the cheek, and her mood lightens.

Crisis averted.