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Chapter

Ten

PIPER

“Where the hell are you taking me?” With the utmost care, I force my voice to sound as irritated as I pretend to feel. Like I’m a sack of potatoes, he tosses me into the cabin of his truck until I squirm against his heated grip on my waist. He leans over my body to trap me in and buckles my seatbelt, his lips resting an inch from mine.

Adon’s never kissed me. That realization makes me wonder if there’s something to it, or if he’s just a man whore who doesn’t even think about such intimate things. Part of me makes it a goal to press my lips to his, so I strain my neck forward.

“Sit tight and don’t move.” He backs away quickly, his gruff words resonating around my insides until I melt into a puddle right on his leather seat. Cleanup will be a bitch. Serves him right for looking at me with those warm chocolate browns he’s got and the twitching muscles underneath his tight-ass navy Henley. And, god , he can fuck right off with those insanely veiny forearms.

I hate him.

The only reason I’ll jump his dick is because he just constructed a huge beaver dam with my prospect for the night. When he slides into the driver’s seat, he gives me a curt look, dark lashes lowering until his gaze catches on my bare legs. He starts toward town and asks, “Where do you live?”

“Main Street. Above the candle shop.” Mainly to myself, I murmur, “It smells good.” His only reply is a nod, and things grow silent between us. We’ve ever really had a conversation, so I wouldn’t have the first idea of what we’d have in common other than a sex club and both of us needing to get off.

My loose, dramatic sigh, along with an eye roll, breaks the quiet. “So. Are you jealous or something?”

His pecs bulge with the quick breath he inhales before he spits it out in an exasperated rumble. “I told you to be available for me. I didn’t know you were fucking other people, too. We have an arrangement.”

Turning to face him in the seat, I grasp at the seatbelt as it catches to pull it off my chest. “Adon, you never made an arrangement with me. You just told me to ‘be available.’ Can’t I be available to other people, too? You never even asked my permission.”

A muscle in the back of his jaw twitches, and he stays silent for a moment, as if he’s holding back an eruption of anger. The buildup is so loud, I can’t stand it. It’s like the weather just before a tornado hits, where all the wind is sucked from the earth before twirling into a cyclone of destruction. With a shrug, I reach for his radio to turn it on, but he slaps my hand away and glares at me.

“Do not touch my radio.”

I gasp at his rudeness. How dare he? Crossing my arms, I sit back in the seat and stare out the window, but at least he flips it on to something jazzy.

When he speaks again, his voice is softer, nearly gentle. “First of all, stop calling me ‘Adon.’ It’s daddy to you. You asked me to be your daddy, and I am. Secondly, you obviously have a high amount of need , and I’m fine with fulfilling it. But here’s the deal: I’m not asking your permission. You ask me for things, little girl. Not the other way around.”

At the tone of his voice and his words, I settle inside. It calms me. Not that I’m about to let him know that.

We roll to a stoplight, and he hooks a finger under my chin until I have to face him. That ever-serious brow looks menacing as he lowers his head. “Rosy, listen. If you’re fucking with me, you’re not with anyone else. Got me?”

The way his eyes stun me into submission is unexpected, but I feel my head nodding on its own, which I quickly aim toward the back parking lot as he gets close to my building.

As he pulls in, I loosen the tight grip my nails have on my arms and sigh. “Fine. For now. I have other interests, you know. I can’t just wait around for daddy dick all the time.”

He shuts off the engine with some finality, the leather squeaking as he turns his big body toward me. “You will, and you’ll like it if you know what’s good for you. Let’s go, brat.”

Part of me wonders how much I want his dick if he’s going to be this rude. Contemplating this, I take my time sliding out of the car and slamming the door. His head whips around at the noise, his forehead lines deepening in response. Wow! The man can give the meanest mug. It’s almost terrifying.

Crossing my arms, I point a finger toward the entryway, but when I skirt past him, he wallops my ass with a firm spank until I lurch forward. Pain makes the air rip from my lungs, and I grip my butt with a palm, rubbing the shock away. “Ouch! What was that for?”

“Don’t slam my doors, either.”

“Geez. It’s just a car…” I fumble in my cross-body bag for keys, but it must take too long. Adon shifts like he’s got ants in his pants and glances around the well-lit lot, like he’s worried someone may see us. “Hold your horses. They’re in here somewhere.”

The irritated twitches in his forearms become too enticing, so I hurry to get us inside. Up the back staircase, we make it to my front door, which is easier to open. As soon as I do, I flip on the main light and sigh. Freckles has knocked several kitchen items onto the floor and a plant.

“Guess you’re sick of your food again, huh?” He ignores me and jumps off the windowsill, strolling straight past and to Adon, who shuts and locks the door behind him.

Almost tripping over the orange fuzzy ball, he stumbles to get away, but Freckles keeps up by forming a figure eight between the tree trunks of his legs. “Oh. Hello.”

A giggle bubbles up from my gut at seeing him stare down at my cat, the giant and a tiny pumpkin eyeing each other for the first time with some scrutiny. Freckles immediately takes to him, I can tell.

I toss my bag onto the counter and flip down my bed, casting a snort over my shoulder. “That never happens. Maybe you’re not such an asshole. Or he’s just a terrible judge of character.” As if he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, Adon wafts it near Freckles’s head, but doesn’t touch it. “Never had a pet before?”

Adon straightens up and fills the entry. With him here, in my apartment, he looks even bigger than normal. Or everything looks tiny compared to him. His large arms land on his hips as he glances around, taking in my plants, posters, macrame art, hanging baskets, pottery, and my stacks of baking dishes above the filled kitchen cabinets.

When he glances at the pull-out sofa mattress, I think we both realize the struggle it will be for him to fit. Silent judgment radiates from his chest as he crosses his arms and stares down every inch of my space. My tongue slides over my teeth, feeling less and less ready to go than I was only a few minutes before.

I hate that I’m waiting for his approval.

His imposing body lumbers to the row of shelves lining the wall opposite the bed and he bends enough to read some titles. Never before have I felt embarrassed about my place. It’s homey, sure, a bit dirty and chaotic, but it’s mine . Never in my life…until now.

Suddenly, I wonder what his ex-wife’s house looks like. How they decorated. I bet it was always clean and had a place for everything. It probably smelled like Egyptian cotton instead of the patchouli incense on my side table.

“ My Brother, My Lover ? Tales from the Orphanage? When Daddy’s Mad .” Adon reads some of my book titles aloud, and I cringe at hearing them coming from his mouth. Not sure why. It’s the first time I’ve felt so very young in his presence.

The caverns of his deep brown eyes find me, but instead of exasperation, he arches one eyebrow, then smirks. “You need to clean your room, little girl. Crawl up on the bed and be good for your daddy.”

And just like that, I’m soaked again. Especially once I slowly edge toward the end of the bed and he stops me with a wave of his finger. “Ah, ah. Take off that dress first. Let me see all of you.”

My pulse pounds in my throat as I unlace the corset of my top. Gripping the bottom of my skirt, I tug the dress down until I’m bare for him, except for a pair of black boy shorts. His finger wags at those until I push them to my feet, hooking my thumbs in the tops of my hosiery and slipping the thigh-highs down, then kicking off my heels.

When I straighten back up, I’m completely exposed to his scrupulous eyes as they wander over every inch of my skin. I jut out a hip and ask, “What?”

“I just want to memorize what you look like before I wreck you.” He pats the end of the bed and nods toward it. “On all fours right here.”

Despite my heart racing with anticipation, I narrow one eye at his firm command. “I don’t know that I want to. You didn’t ask nicely.”

He makes a swift step toward me, and my mouth drops open with a gasp. “I told you. I don’t ask. Now, if you want your pussy eaten better than anyone ever has, get the fuck on all fours at the end of the bed and let your daddy get a taste of his little girl.”

With that news, I scramble into position. Is he serious? Guys always talk a big game, but I’ve had good head. Usually from older lesbians. The college girls around here don’t seem to take enough time. Besides, I end up doing more work than most of them.

So when he kneels behind me and darts his tongue through my wet labia, I’m not expecting anything.

Then, his big nose hits my asshole, and my arms drop from holding me up to stretching long in front of me until I’m pressing my core against his face. Adon doesn’t hold back. “Bring that cunt back here. Let me feast.”

He grips my thighs with his strong hands and lifts me up until I fit right against his chin as he dips the tip of his sopping wet tongue through my pussy. His scruff tickles my cheeks and inner thighs, and I squirm until he lets a leg go to spank me. The gruff gasp that clears my throat is a sound I’ve never made before.

One of his huge biceps wraps around my waist and pulls me back again until he’s practically controlling all parts of my body, his mouth working over my cunt in wild licks and flicks and presses. His lips suck on my clit as he uses the tip of his tongue to pulse right where I need it most before he backs away, then slides up to my entrance, pokes me there, then continues on to my ass. My toes curl so tight they strain the muscles of my feet.

With force, his tongue delves into my back hole, now loose and ready for whatever he wants to do to me. My hips undulate all over his beard with reckless abandon, trying to help him out with a rhythm until he finds it. Just as he figures it out, I’m flipped over and bounce off the squeaky mattress, landing on my back.

“Don’t move.” He points at me, then spreads my legs wide and dives right back in. This time, he sticks two large digits inside and one works into my asshole while his tongue flits against my clit. The darkness coating my closed eyes alights with stars as I squeeze them shut tighter at the pleasure of the sensation attacking my body.

My left hand works itself onto his shoulder, then skims the side of his shaved head, looking for anything to grip. The other finds the tangled sheet and fists it as I scrunch my abs at the insane amount of pleasure going on between my thighs. Thighs quivering around him as I arch against the bed, releasing a torrent of moaning wails.

When his lashes flutter, and he raises his eyes up my belly and to my face, I’m done for. “D-daddy!” Serenity ripples through my body in sharp waves, shooting out from all my nerves until I squeeze everything around his fingers, his tongue, his head.

I’m a mess on the mattress. Soaked, spent, in an undeniable state of bliss. The only thing bothering me is knowing that Adon was right; he gave me the best head I’ve ever had.

A clank of a belt buckle makes my eye creep open as Adon looms over me, shedding his clothes. He rips the belt from his jeans and bends it in half, snapping the leather together a few times and jolting me to attention. Gathering my wrists, he glides the loop of belt over them until it’s tight and then does it another time until there’s no way I can loosen it myself. My heart pounds at the sensation.

Once he sheds the rest of his outfit, his enormous cock juts out toward me until I worry about how I’ll fit it in. I’ve done it twice, but this is the first time I’m seeing it up close and personal. It’s beyond intimidating.

He kneels on the bed, and it gives so much, I think it may break. The groans from the springs agree. As if I weigh nothing, he grabs me around the waist until my legs latch around his, and he scoots toward the head of the bed. When he sits, he places me right over the head of his cock and fits my bound wrists around his neck.

“Time to please your daddy. If I move, I’m going to break this little bed, just like I may break your pussy tonight.”

If I thought I couldn’t go another round, after his words, I’m ready again, and my clit tingles in response. He grips my chin with his finger and thumb and makes me look into his deep-set eyes. “Would you like that?”

My arousal coats the massive head of his cock as I slide over it to a better position, and I find myself nodding eagerly. “Yes, daddy.”