Page 66 of The Apprentice

“That was . . . .” I frowned. “I still haven’t forgiven you.”

His laughter grew louder. “I know, boy. I’ve got a lot to make up for.” His kisses trailed from my cheek to my lips again. He cupped my face and stroked my jaw, gazing into my eyes. “I promise.”

I grinned, a bubble of happiness in my chest—a shield around my healing heart. “Good. Now let’s fuck again.”

“Boy, I’m a lot older than you and I just came. Give me time to recover.”

I chuckled. “When you get some energy back, old man, pass me my phone. I have a text I need to send.”

I received a slap on the side for that comment.

“Faster, boy. Come on Daddy’s cock.”

Anchoring my hands to his chest, I raised my hips before crashing back down onto his dick. This was my first time riding on top, and the angle pegged my prostate just right. I was nervous at first, but with my Daddy’s encouragement, I couldn’t say no. I’d do anything to be his good boy.

“Fuck, yes. Daddy Daire.” I whimpered as my dick shuddered from another direct hit to my prostate.

A soft ringing filled the room. My phone. Tucked beside Daire’s thigh. One quick glance at it, and I winced. Michele’s name flashed across the screen and the happy tune continued to play.

Daire gave it a dirty look, and after a moment, he grinned. He grabbed my thighs as he began to pound up into my already tender hole.

A moan tore from my throat and it hurt in the most pleasant way. I’d be feeling a lot tomorrow.

“Answer it,” he growled.

“What?” I rasped out as he pegged my prostate again. Over and over. He knew exactly where to hit. I was so close it was painful. Even though I had barely any cum left in my balls, my orgasm strained and teased at my teetering control.

“You heard me, boy. Answer the phone.” His voice turned gruff and his thrusts grew more aggressive. His grip on mylegs tightened—a punishing hold that reminded me who was in charge. His nails dug into my skin, leaving crescent shapes in my flesh. “Do it.”

I shivered at the intensity in his tone as I picked up the phone and accepted the call.

“Hello?” My voice was wrecked, a guttural mess that made me sound like I’d chain-smoked for decades.

Daire paused, much to my relief.

“Fionn, you’re not here.” Michele sounded confused. Fuck, I was an asshole. I’d never meant to stand him up, but Daire happened, like he always did.

“Didn’t you get my text? I’m sorry, I have to cancel.”A little late for that.I groaned. I’d fucked this entire thing up. I shouldn’t have started what I couldn’t finish.

Daire’s hands rubbed against my thighs. He smirked at me, and my heart caught as he began to move again. The thrusts were fast and hard. I bounced on him like a rag doll, his dick slamming straight into my sweet spot. There was nothing on this Earth that could stop the needy, desperate sounds that slipped from my lips.

Michele said something, but I couldn’t hear him over the pulse throbbing in my ears or the sounds of our skin slapping.

“What?” I asked, then whined when Daire shoved so deep inside me I swore I could feel him in my stomach. I placed a hand on my abs to check if there was a belly bulge, but that’d be impossible. Right?

Silence reigned on the other end of the line for a moment before Michele sighed. “You’re with him.”

A shaky breath fell from my lips. “I . . . .Fuck.”

“Say my name,” Daire growled. “Tell him who you belong to, boy. Tell him who has their dick in your sweet hole.”

I stuttered, trying to say something,anything, but it was all too much. I choked on my words.

“Tell him.”

Michele cleared his throat. He couldn’t have heard Daire, right? Who was I kidding, of course he could. “I thought there was something going on, but I’d assumed.... Well, it was stupid to assume anything. You are too beautiful not to have someone else in love with you.”

“I’m so?—”