Page 256 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

DANIEL

Sadly, she did. She pulled her hand and a little purple toy away from her clit. The prissy–and so fucking sexy–little nightgown she wore dropped back into place, which was only to mid-thigh. It was white, had ruffles and bows and made me want to stalk over to her and conquer. Plunder. Claim.

I got my hand on my dick and stroked it from root to tip.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, still kneeling on her bed.

Fred stirred but did nothing more than sniff in my direction before going back to sleep.

Still grasping my dick, I took a step closer, gaze affixed on her tits.

The frilly cotton that covered them was snug and low cut.

The straps weren’t designed by any engineer.

No way could they support so much lush flesh without it bouncing with her ragged breaths.

Did her tits seem to be always ready to fall out of her lingerie?

One hard pull on my dick and pre-cum seeped from the slit. “I was working on your driveway with the others.”

I thought of what Deek had said earlier, that I’d come here to fix her driveway.

I was a fixer. That was what I did. I took care of things.

It pretty much started when my dad left.

Even though he moved across town, I became the man of the house.

The one who saw that everyone was okay. That only increased ten-fold–hell a million-fold–when I became a dad.

I might want to make sure Melly’s landscape project was done right, but I didn’t feel the least bit fatherly toward her. Unless she had a Daddy kink, but that was totally fucking different.

She glanced out the window, then back at me, then down and saw that pearly drop. She licked her lip and I groaned.

“But I wanted to see what you were up to.” I watched as the toy fell from her fingers to her white down comforter. “I’m glad I did.”

“How did you get in?” she asked, still watching me work myself.

“Deek gave me the back door code. You shared it so the crew can use your powder room by the garage,” I reminded.

“Oh.”

“Your pussy ache some more, sweet girl?”

I could see her mind working. She could lie, but I’d caught her playing with herself. She could tell the truth, but then she’d have to admit she really was a naughty little thing. I couldn’t wait for her to decide.

Eventually, she nodded.

“Show me.”

Instead of grabbing that little toy and getting back to work, she dropped onto the bed with a little frown between her brows.

I was right. Those straps weren’t good for anything because her right nipple popped out of the top of the nightgown.

She didn’t notice.

I wasn’t going to tell.

“What’s the matter?” If she didn’t get back to playing with herself, I was the one who was going to come by wondering how that nipple would feel against my tongue. If it was sensitive. If it liked to be nipped or tugged. Or both. Fuuuuccckk.

She shook her head, then blurted, “I thought… I thought this was just at your house.”

“We need a contract addendum.”

“What?”

“An addendum adding your house to the contract. Same rules, my house and here.”

She considered the change.

“I agree.” She nodded so formally even though she looked like a wet dream. “Condom,” she demanded.

Reaching back, I pulled one from my pocket and held it up. I put one there when I got dressed this morning because I always liked to be prepared. I was fucking brilliant.

She looked gleeful climbing from the bed and taking it from me, as if I was offering her a diamond tennis bracelet instead of birth control.

This time, she rolled it on me herself, although I gave her a few pointers on how to do it right.

Once we were both protected, I kissed her, then walked toward the bed until the backs of her legs bumped into it.

With my hands on her hips, I turned her away from me, then bent her over her bed.

The little nightgown rode up her thighs, but not enough, so I flipped the thing up over her ass.

“You always go without panties?” I asked, cupping and kneading those fleshy globes.

“At home.”

“That toy get you all ready for me?” Cupping her with my hand, I felt how ready she was. Hot, swollen, soaked.

She nodded and her hands took hold of her bedding.

“Sore?”

“A little, but… but it's my reminder that you’ve been there.”

“I should let that pussy rest. Take that mouth of yours instead.”

“I’m bent over the bed, Daniel. Fuck me.”

She twitched her hips and I was only a man.

Pushing my jeans down a little further, I set a hand on the bed beside her shoulder, lined myself up and thrust deep.

“Fuck!” I yelled.

She cried out.

Fred yipped once from her dog bed.

“So tight. So fucking perfect.” I pulled back, filled her again.

“Harder.”

If she wanted harder, I’d give her harder.

Rolling my hips, I took her so deep she slid up, her feet no longer touching the floor.

Her hips lifted with each thrust to take me deeper, her ass rolling up in invitation.

I took it. Swiping my thumb through all that dripping cream, I coated the tip and painted her little asshole.

“Daniel!”

Leaning down, I whispered in her ear.

“You want my dick here, gotta get you ready.” Then I carefully pressed in, waiting for her to relax and open. I breached her there just a little bit. Enough for her to get the idea of what I could do to her before I left town.

I felt her gush all over my dick, loving this.

“You like taking me in both holes, sweet girl?”

“Please, Daniel,” she moaned, her muscles clenching, eager to come. “Harder.”

Harder. After one thrust of harder, her cell rang from the bedside table. Filled as she was, no way she could get to it. Turning my head, I glanced at the screen. Saw the name.

Snagging it as it rang again, I dropped it on the bed beside her without stopping from giving her the hard fucking she wanted.

“Answer it,” I said, nudging my thumb a little deeper into her ass.

“Wha–at?”

“Answer it.” Another ring, another hard thrust. I was going to come buried deep inside her and I was going to do it while she was on a fucking phone call.

Because at this moment, I’d never felt so possessive.

So like a caveman in the need to dominate her and make her remember I was the man inside her.

“Who… who is it?”

“The guy who didn’t get you hot,” I growled and came. “My son.”