44 - Call Me DaddyMiaSpoiler Alert: I didn’t make it in time. The flight had taken off fifteen minutes before I reached the airport. I demanded the security to let me make sure it hadn’t. I started sobbing when they threatened to call my parents and school—I was still in uniform.There was tightness in my stomach, a painful numbness in my chest. I couldn’t stop him. I wanted to dig a hole for myself and never get out of it. I hated that I couldn’t stop him. Hated myself for ever leaving him alone in that bedroom after he had confessed everything to me. James must have felt guilty for all these years and instead of helping him, consoling him, I added fuel to that guilt-fire by leaving him. I was staring numbly at the crowd of people when someone cleared their throat. I raised my eyes to see a beautiful woman smile at me. “Do you mind if I sit here?”“Sure. Sit. Sleep.” I shrugged, wiping my face. I didn’t know when I had started crying. “Do whatever you want. Life has no meaning.”
EpilogueMia“Ah—”“That’s it, my sweet dirty princess.” James grunted, his length filling me up in one fluid motion. “That’s it. That’s it.” “Daddy…” I sighed, melting into his arms when they tightened around me. My half-lidded eyes met his ocean-eyes, so clear and sharp.He slammed into me. My lips parted in a soundless moan at the pleasure of his cock stretching me and brushing against the g-spot. My fingers scrunched his shirt when he increased his pace, his warm breath fanning on my cheek when he pressed against me, lifting me effortlessly in such a small space. “Such a good girl,” he crooned in my ears, squeezing my waist when I tried my best to stifle my moans. “I’m gonna come…” “Cum on my cock, my sweet princess slut.” Pleasure tightened in knots inside me, his length throbbing and pulsing. “Cum. For. Me.” His hand covered my mouth, and I had to bite down on his hand when I exploded with pleasure. His thrusts became rampant when my walls spasmed around him with orgasm, p
Note: This scene has CNC (consensual non-consent) roleplay.Bonus SceneMiaScreams echoed around me, people laughing, dancing and drinking as strobe lights flashed over Summer’s living room, which was converted to a stage. I tried to cover my ears, giggling when the hanging skeleton’s bones brushed over my head, trying to make my way through the sweaty, drunk teens towards the kitchen. “Hey M!” I rolled my eyes and turned around to see the familiar face that was stroked with black and white paint. “A skull? So original, Aaron.” He checked me out, heat flooding my cheeks as I tugged at the little red skirt. “And you’re a hot demon or little red riding hood?”I lowered the red hood and tightening the string around my neck, its silky cape fluttering against my thigh over the black stockings I wore. When I had donned the costume, it felt a little tight but also made me feel very, very sexy. I couldn’t wait to see his reaction when he finally sees me. “I’m looking for Summer,” I yelle
BOSSY BODYGUARD Part One“The only eyes I want on me right now are yours.”1 - Quite a Dirty Little Mouth You HaveEmmaTurns out, going alone at a sex-club is lonelier than I thought. My eyes zeroed on the bar. Many patrons clad in expensive suits and glittering dresses were either seated in the personal booth for more privacy or dancing on the stage. Heads turned towards and the awareness of being watched creeped over my skin with a slight shiver. But I ignored it. Because I was Emma Moore and I had been under an eye of surveillance since the day my mother conceived me. My fingers clammed into a fist and breath wavered, but I focused on one thing only. The bar. I needed to stop it. Stop thinking for a while. Sex was unfortunately out of the question, but thankfully, humankind has created several other ways to stop thinking. One of them was—“One Negroni please,” I said to Joe, the bartender, who winked at me and started making one of my favourite drinks. “No more seconds today,
2 - Show MeCillianThe girl in the black dress seemed like a nuisance. The kind that gets you in trouble with just one batt of her pretty long lashes or sweet smile full of dirty promises. I could tell by the relaxed yet confident way she walked, with a little sway of her hips that made me and the entire male population in the club clench their fists. She knew exactly what she was doing. Little vixen. Her baby blue eyes widened just a fraction when I stood up from the stool, easily towering her curvy, short frame even when she was donning the sexy pink heels. I could see the surprise and lust pooling in her panties—if she was wearing any—the way her breath hitched and the subtle clench of her thighs. Fuck me. I love the way she smelled. Sweet, sensual mix of coconut and heady vanilla. I raised my brow when her eyes peered over my frame for the umpteenth time. And for a split second, the urge to just tug down my sleeves and call it a day came bubbling up. The stupid idea of Sean
3 - Happy BirthdayEmmaI don’t like possessive men. Period. Nine out of the ten times, they think I’m their objects of desire and a toy to play with when bored. Like a kitten who would hiss at anyone who tries to steal his favourite toy. But… when Cillian said it.I don’t like to share what’s mine. And you’re mine for tonight, Doll.It wasn’t possessive. It was demanding. An order. A prayer, if you will. And it was just for one night. I was his, and he was mine. So why not have a little bit of fun? My eyes ran over his form in the suit, stripping him naked in my head and wondering how hot he’d look with tattoos all over his body. Did he have them all over his body? I was willing to find out as soon as I get him alone. It was different with him standing so close in the elevator but not touch me. My thighs were still a little shaky at what he had told me to do in the hallway, and I had done it without a single thought. Because no one challenged Emma Moore and won. I had done it out
4 - Watch MeEmmaMy cheeks were blazing when he titled his head, noticing every little tremble of my body and taking it in. He was like a predator. “Give me your panties, Doll.”“What?” “You won’t be needing them anytime soon. So give it to me before I tear them off of you.” Cillian said those filthy arousing words as if he was talking about clothes and not about my fucking panties. “I won’t be gentle, Doll,” he added, still sitting in that damn armchair and looking smug as hell when I swallowed all the champagne from my glass and kept it on the table. If he wanted to do me for his birthday, I’d make sure this is one of his best birthdays ever. “Cillian,” I called him, my voice sweet and soft. Moving my hair over my shoulder, I spread my legs and slowly tugged the skirt of the dress up my thighs. “Watch me.”I licked my lips, keeping my eyes on him, watching him watch me as I hooked my fingers through the lace and slowly peeled them over my inner thighs. I let out a sigh as the c
5 - Show Me Your TongueCillianEmma obeyed, parting her pouty pink lips after wetting them with her tongue. I had to ignore the itch to fist her pretty blonde curls and thrust inside her welcoming mouth. Her soft fingers wrapped around my girth, a deep groan eliciting from my throat when she pumped me slowly before taking me in her mouth. I relished the warmth and wetness, exhaling sharply when she gave small cat licks to the head, playing with the piercing. Fucking tease. With a low growl, I wrapped my hand around her hair, tugging her head back and holding her jaw, I leaned down and said, “Stop teasing me. It won’t end well, Doll.” She trembled, but I continued with my firm voice, “Are you going to suck my cock like a good girl?”She nodded, her throat bobbing. “Open your mouth and show me your tongue.”She obeyed and her eyes widened when I spit on her tongue. When she didn’t tap my thigh or pulled away, I tightened the hold on her hair, noting the little tremble. “Good girl.