Page 59 of Possessing Paisley
“Come on, baby. Let’s go home.” I lead her away from the group of people she’s talking to and thread my fingers with hers.
She’s slightly glassy-eyed, and I’m sure she’s tired. It’s after midnight. I waited as long as I could to drag her out of here.Staring at her all night in that ruby red silk dress, hugging every single one of her curves, has been pure fucking torture. I can’t decide if I want her to leave her dress on while I fuck her or if I want to rip it off so I can lick, kiss, and bite every inch of her.
“I need to say bye to the girls.”
Letting out a low growl, I release her hand. “You have five minutes before I drag you out of here over my shoulder.”
As she saunters away, I swat her ass, and she giggles, swinging her hair as she looks back at me. Fuck, I’ve never felt a love like this. Fun, light-hearted, and true. For the first time in my life, I’m looking forward to waking up tomorrow and the next day and five years from now. I love my brothers and the life I live, but I’ve never had a reason to want to keep living. Paisley gives me the purpose I didn’t know I needed. Watching her hug her friends and my brothers goodnight, my heart is so full. And when she turns her attention on me, beaming, her eyes sparkling, I lose the ability to breathe.
Taking her hand again, I lead her out to the waiting limo, help her in, and then slide in next to her. When I turn to buckle her seatbelt, she grabs me and pulls my face to hers, kissing me fiercely.
I quickly take over, claiming her mouth with mine. She moans and arches into me, her fingers searching as she slides them down to my aching cock. When she grabs my dick, I lift my hips and groan.
“Don’t test me, baby. I’ve barely held on this long,” I murmur into her mouth.
She whimpers and crawls onto my lap. Fuck. She should be belted in. Her safety comes first. If anything happened to her because of my own selfishness, I’d never forgive myself.
When I lift her off me and set her back in her seat, she lets out a noise of protest and frowns. Ignoring her pouting, I fasten her seatbelt.
“Be a good girl, and I’ll reward you when we get home.”
“What if I don’t wanna be a good girl?”
I raise an eyebrow and reach over to cup her chin. “Then you’ll go to bed with a hot ass and no orgasms.”
Bluffing isn’t usually my thing, and I hope to hell she doesn’t call me on it because there’s no fucking way either of us are going to sleep without coming tonight.
“You’re such a mean Daddy, you know that?” she asks, though there’s no force behind the question.
Grinning, I tap her nose. “I know. The meanest ever.”
She giggles and leans her head against my shoulder, then lets out a soft sigh. “The meanest,” she whispers as she gives my arm a gentle squeeze.
My little demon tortures me for the rest of the ride home, pawing at my cock the entire time. By the time the car comes to a stop, I’m on the verge of exploding. And she’s going to pay dearly for all this teasing.
As soon as we’re inside, I’m on her, yanking her against my body, kissing her neck, biting her ear. I need to be careful of the bruise on her back but fuck, she’s killing me. I’ve never wanted or needed something so badly.
“You’re going to take Daddy’s cock in your ass like a good girl tonight, aren’t you?” I growl.
She whimpers and pushes her ass against me. “I don’t know if I can.” Her words are soft and innocent, but she’s panting.
“You can and you will, even if I have to tie you to the bed and take what I want.”
My heart is beating erratically, and my dick is so hard I’m surprised it hasn’t busted my zipper.
I nudge her upstairs and into our room, closing and locking the door behind us. No one will come in the house, but I want her to know that she can’t get out. Can’t get away from me. Ever.If she truly didn’t want me to fuck her ass, I wouldn’t, but her eyes tell me what her mouth doesn’t.
“That dress, baby. You look so fucking beautiful in it. Although, I love you in black.”
She slides her hands down her front and blushes. “I wasn’t sure about wearing color, but it matched my lipstick so well.”
That fucking red lipstick. She still has some on. Reaching out, I run my finger along her bottom lip, smearing it slightly. Then, I slide the tip into my mouth and taste it. She watches, her eyes glittering under the dim light.
“You keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to rip that dress to shreds, then bend you over the bed and fuck your perfect ass before I make you come.”
“You can’t rip my dress. It was expensive.” She takes a step back like she’s expecting me to tear it off anyway.
“I’ll buy you hundreds of those dresses.” I prowl toward her. “But I’ll be nice and not ruin this one. Turn around so I can unzip it.”