Page 34 of More, Daddy (Bluebell Bruisers #3)
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
I’ve never felt more like a fucking creep than going into a pharmacy alone on a Monday night to buy Plan B, all because I lost control with a nineteen-year-old girl who thinks she’s in love with me and fucked her bareback over my desk at my place of work.
I can’t stop fidgeting as I wait in line, and after receiving what feels like the most judgemental look ever from the guy working the pharmacy counter, I pay and leave.
When I pull up to my house, a few minutes before the time I told Briar to arrive, I’m surprised to see her sitting on my old wooden porch, her ten speed tipped onto its side in my lawn.
I look around as I click my door closed, making sure no neighbors are outside.
I nod to her as I approach with the little white paper bag from the pharmacy.
“Are you alright?” I didn’t know I was going to ask that, not first at least. I thought I’d say, you’re early, or, why are you early, or, don’t leave your bike out front like that.
But when I make my way across the lawn, to the porch, and she gets to her feet, I find my hands on her shoulders as I guide her inside.
Briar holds herself, arms wrapped around her torso, as she stands aside while I roll her bicycle up the porch and into my foyer.
Closing and locking the door, I pass her the white bag.
“That’s for you and–” this part feels so hard.
I can’t shake from my mind that she lied to me, so apologizing to her for anything feels so imbalanced.
Still, what I did today—losing control with her in my office—was wrong.
And I need to make it right. “I apologize for losing control today. It won’t happen again. ”
She doesn’t look inside the bag. “I want it to happen again.” She takes a step, and we’re chest to chest, only her chest only comes up to the bottom of my ribs, because she’s so small.
“I want you to stop giving me these impossibly small windows of time to explain myself. After what you did to me on your desk today, it’s the least you can do. ”
Our eyes lock, and the tiniest of smiles lifts the corner of her full lips.
She’s got me. I just apologized for what happened, so she knows that I feel bad.
She’s using that to manipulate me into listening to her, when I invited her here tonight so that she could listen to me. Not the other way around .
The pink tip of her sultry little tongue swipes between her lips as she blinks up at me, cheeks rosy, likely from riding her bicycle to my house.
I glance over at her old ten speed, and the worn leather seat and imagine Briar splayed out on my training table, her thong ripped off and shoved into her mouth because around her I am a helpless heathen.
She will not manipulate me. Not anymore. Not again. I shake my head.
“I invited you here to apologize for today, to give you that,” I say, nodding my head to the unopened white bag in her hands, “and to ask you to get rid of that fake Cadence Caine Instagram account. And show me that you got rid of it.”
I want to ask her if she deleted the photos of me that I know she either saved or took off her computer screen.
And I can’t even be mad at her for doing it because I did the same damn thing.
But I don’t ask. As much as I don’t want her having them, I know that my face is not in them, nor are any other identifiable features.
Briar blinks up at me, and it's then I realize she’s got on a tiny crop top, her midriff exposed and silky. Her lower half dons black leggings and an old pair of running shoes on her feet. She has no pockets, and there is no purse or backpack in sight.
She finally peers down into the bag, and even though I know the signals are toxically mixed, I can’t ignore the anger, red and frothy, stalking through my veins as I peer over at the bike. I take her jaw in my hand and the paperbag falls to the floor.
“You rode over here on a bicycle with no bag or phone? What if a chain broke? What if you had an accident? Do you know how foolish it is for a young girl to go out in the evening without at least a phone and a few dollars?”
Her expression calcifies as she blinks up at me. “I don’t get this. I don’t understand you,” she breathes.
Her words make me angry. Her questioning me makes me angry. We wouldn’t be in this fucking predicament if it wasn’t for her. “Pick up the fucking bag, Briar.”
Slowly she nods, and snatches the fallen bag from the ground.
“Open it.”
She peers inside, eyeing the contents, then looks up at me. “No.”
There’s a flutter low in my belly. “Yes.”
She folds her arms over her chest, defiance oozing from every perfect pore. “No.”
My heart rate leaps, skyrocketing into a new dimension as I step closer, hovering over her. “Take the goddamn pill, and quit being such a fucking brat.”
Briar reaches up, tugging the elastic free, letting her long, blonde waves curtain her face. My cock got hard just seeing her on my porch, but now I’m in such a way that if she looks, she’ll know exactly what she’s doing to me.
She rolls her plump lips together, thieving a groan from me. “Why don’t you make me take it? The same way you made me take you, Daddy .”
I had no plans to invite her over and fuck her silly. None at all. I just wanted to know that the fake Instagram was deleted, that Cadence would never have to be affected by any of this fucking chaos. And I was gonna give her the Plan B.
The dynamic lives inside Briar, and every time we’re in the same room together, we magnetize to one another. Our deepest needs braid and bond us in a way that nothing else can. I feel it. And I see it now, right here in my living room, with Briar’s lips pursed and her arms folded over her chest.
She brings the perfect amount of defiance and innocence.
And that’s what gets her bent over the back of the couch, my hand splayed through the back of her hair as I growl, “Lose the fucking attitude.”
She moans and writhes beneath me, but not in an attempt to escape, but more so, in a way to grind my hardened cock against her ass. Little slut.
I tug her leggings and panties down, then do what I wanted to do earlier, but couldn’t.
I send my bare hand over her naked left ass cheek, making Briar hiss.
With the imprint of my hand on her ass, and my cum still deep inside her from before, I lose complete control over everything, including myself.
In a matter of moments, my cock spears into her, our pants banded around our thighs like complete horn dogs.
I shouldn't do this.
No, I shouldn’t have done this earlier. I really shouldn’t be doing it again.
My groin slaps her ass, and her cheeks jiggle as I stroke in and out, over and over, holding the back of her neck with one hand and one ass cheek with the other.
“You’re gonna take that pill, you lying slut,” I growl, loving the fit of her hourglass shape beneath me, how her big tits sway as I pound into her. Those generous tits turn me single-minded, wanting just one thing—to breed her.
Briar turns her head, and I move my hand, hooking three fingers into her mouth. She closes, sucking on them with a heady, breathy whimper.
She’s so fucking tight. “You’re probably sore from earlier, huh?”
I shouldn’t fuck her so hard, not again, not so soon. She shakes her head, tears leaking down her cheek. “I’m–I’m—I want it, Daddy. Please. I want it.”
Even her use of daddy can’t reroute my brain—I want to punish Briar. She absolutely deserves it.
But I don't want to hurt her. I slide out of her and flip her around, easily lifting her to place her bare ass on the top of the couch. I drop to my knees, pressing kisses to her stretched, sore cunt. She’s red, and her lips are swollen, and when I kiss her, she clenches, a slight hiccup in her breath.
Tenderly and gently, I kiss and lick, murmuring as I do.
“Daddy promises to be careful with your pussy. I promise, baby, to be so careful with what you’ve given me.
I’ll never hurt you without warning. I’ll never hurt you without purpose, okay? ”
It’s alarming how easy it is to slip into this side of myself when I’m with Briar.
She’s the only woman to ever bring it out of me.
I look up at Briar and find her nodding, blonde tendrils framing her makeup free face, freckles shining through.
When I get to my feet, I pull her into my chest, both of us settling into a warm, intimate hug, exhaling the rollercoaster of the last few days.
After a moment, I separate us and push her onto her knees at my feet.
I place my hand in her hair, atop her head, and look down.
“You upset me, baby, and all Daddy ever wanted to do is be happy. But you’ve been making me so frustrated.
” I stroke her cheek with my thumb, and find her lips, forcing her mouth open.
My cock, streaked with her arousal and traces of us from earlier today, bobs in front of her face. I use my other hand to stroke, pumping myself a few times before arousal beads at the tip.
I guide myself into her open mouth, then take my fingers off her tongue.
“Make it up to Daddy. Suck me dry.” She wastes no time, bobbing and sucking, her greedy hand falling to her exposed pussy.
Briar rubs herself as she blows me, and I can’t help but taunt her.
“My beautiful little slut, we need to condition you, break you in. You can swallow my cum this time, but next time, you know where it belongs. You know I need to breed my girl, keep my cum safe inside of you.”