Suddenly, I wasn’t breathing.
I was also trembling.
His thumb slid across my lips but stopped in the middle, pressed lightly and his face got so close, his vibrant eyes were all I could see.
“And last, you call your girl off. I get what she’s doin’ for you. But I’ll let you know what you need to know about me when I’m ready for you to know it. I don’t like people lookin’ into me. I don’t like people askin’ about me. And I don’t like people knowin’ about me unless it’s me who puts them in the know. She’s your girl but I’ll warn you, I do not like all this enough that, she doesn’t stand down, it will be me makin’ it clear she’s gonna do that. First time, I’ll go gently. There has to be a second time, you mean somethin’ to me, she means somethin’ to you, but still I make no promises. You get me?”
Oh boy. Time to have a serious sit down with Vivica.
I didn’t say that.
I didn’t say anything.
I just nodded.
“Do you understand to be with me you’re givin’ up good, normal and clean?”
“I think so,” I whispered against his thumb and in the middle of me speaking, he swept it away. When I was done, he swept it back and his eyes watched as it pressed in then pulled down taking my lip with it. Then the pad of his thumb glided along my teeth. Automatically, they separated, his tongue slide between them and the pad touched my tongue. Again automatically, my lips closed around his thumb and my tongue stroked it.
I watched his pupils dilate and his thumb pressed down on my tongue as he growled, “Fuck yeah, my baby gets me.”
The area between my legs contracted so powerfully, it was almost like a mini-orgasm.
Or maybe it just was.
His thumb slid out, caressed my lower lip again then his hand slid back into my hair but through this I never lost his eyes.
“I was wrong, layin’ it out about your girl was not last,” he said quietly. “Last is, I like pussy and I will not deny I’ve enjoyed as much of it as I could get. But that smorgasbord you mentioned, babe, that has dried up. You gave me you, I give you me. You want tests, we’ll take them. You’re not on the pill or something else, you need to get on it immediately because I want nothing between my cock and you. But you trust me to take care of what you give to me, you can trust that you’re the only one gettin’ it for as long as you’re with me.”
Okay, this was good. Very good. Excellent.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“The pussy I’ve had, all of it, was just pussy. You are not just pussy. They know they don’t talk about what I gave them. But you gotta know they know because they got it. For them, it was a session. For you, it’s now part of your life. I get you’re gonna share with your girls about me. But I’ll ask you to keep that to your crew of three and make them understand I do not like people sharin’ wide about me. And be firm about that, baby. I live quiet. I don’t like attention. And I won’t like you gettin’ it for me. That won’t mean punishment. That’ll mean the end of you and me. You with me?”
I nodded.
“You still pissed?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“You wanna eat or you wanna fuck?”
I blinked.
Then I asked back, “I get a choice?”
“You do right now.”
I stared up at him. Then his words drifted through my head, specific ones.
Then I asked, softly and carefully, something I’d wanted to know for a while and never thought I’d get a chance to ask and even if I did, I would.
But I did.
“Did you jack off, thinking of me?”
“Absolutely.”
My womb convulsed again.
I knew this sensation showed on my face because I heard him whisper, “Baby wants her Daddy.”
Oh.
My.
God.
Definite mini-orgasm.
“Fuck yeah, my baby wants her Daddy,” he growled. Then I was up, his hand on my ass, my legs wrapped around his hips, his other hand in my hair, cupping and tilting my head forcing my lips to his as his mouth took mine. Then he walked us to my bedroom.
He took us down together on my bed.
Then baby got her Daddy.
Delightfully.
“Open,” Knight commanded.
I opened my mouth and he slid the broken off chunk of carrot cake inside. Then I made sure I got all the frosting by closing my lips and gently sucking his thumb as he slid it out.
“Fuck me, baby,” he whispered, my eyes lifted to him, I liked what I saw and even still chewing, I grinned.
His eyes instantly got dark, his other hand went to the covers and slid them over my behind.
My chest seized.
He’d done me bossy then he’d gone into the kitchen to get the food. He came back still in the mood to be bossy and I knew this because he told me to stay on my belly and he fed me.
So I was on my belly in my bed, naked, Knight naked beside me. The covers were up to his waist, but now down over my bottom. My arms were crossed on the pillow in front of me and I knew by the dark, hungry look on Knight’s face that Daddy had essentially never left but he was definitely home.
His hand glided light over my behind as he ordered, “Spread.”
I started breathing again but I did it heavy.
Then I spread.
Knight’s eyes watched his hand dive in.
I sucked in breath.
He leaned down a bit to get better access.
I started panting.
“Love my pussy, baby,” Knight muttered. I knew he did because two fingers were stroking deep, rolling, separating, stretching me and my hips started jerking. “Be good, Anya.”
I bit my lip and stilled
With one of his hands between my legs, the other one went to the plate sitting on the bed between us, his thumb scored through the thick layer of frosting on the cake, scraping it off then it came to my mouth. Knight slid it inside and I sucked it deeper.
His fingers between my legs stroked faster.
His thumb pulled out of my mouth, he grabbed the plate, shifted it out of the way and did all this as he kept at me between my legs.
Then he shifted close, on a forearm, my eyes lifted to his, his eyes were at my backside and his attention was all on me.
“Lift your ass.”
I came up a little on my knees.
“Higher.”
I came up higher.
He shifted again so his hand could position, his fingers gliding out and one came to my clit.
Oh God. Oh yes. Yes.
My hips bucked.
“My baby likes that,” he growled. “Higher.”
I went higher.
“There it is, Anya, keep your ass up high for me and find it, baby.”
I closed my eyes, his finger worked.
“Look at me.”
I opened my eyes and looked at him hazily. His finger kept working.
“You come, still, you climb on my dick and you ride your Daddy through it, you hear me, baby?”
Oh God. Yes. Oh. Yes.
I nodded.
“Then you ride me until you give it to me.”
I nodded again.
His finger pressed deeper. Nice, so damned nice.
God.
I whimpered.
“Fuck, Anya, you gotta find it. I’m gonna come just watchin’ and listenin’ to you. Move your hips, find it.”
I ground into him desperately, bucking, rocking, jerking.
“Fuck, my baby’s so fuckin’ hot,” he growled and at his words, the workings of his finger, my desperate hips, I came, I did it hard but even coming, I minded.
So still coming, I shifted, moving just as desperately, searching, seeking and my hand wrapped around his hard, thick cock. He’d helpfully rolled to his back so I threw a leg over to straddle him and drove down.