11. Kieran

11

KIERAN

J esus Christ. She's perfection. Every bit of her is made for me. From her wide hips to her creamy skin, big brown eyes, and sassy attitude.

I watch, completely speechless, as she wraps delicate fingers painted with black nail polish around my cock and strokes it like a damn sex goddess. I hate to admit that I'm a little disappointed she washed all her makeup off because I want her to mark my dick with her blood-red lipstick. Next time.

"Is that good?" she asks, stroking again.

Snaking my fingers into her hair, I grip it and nod slowly. "It's perfect, Paisley. Put your mouth on me. Show Daddy what a good girl you are."

Her cheeks turn a shade of pink, probably the same color her ass is. She keeps her hand wrapped around the base of my cock and takes a long lick from root to tip before she starts to suck.

Everything spins around me, and all I can focus on is her hot, wet mouth as she struggles to take me in deep. Each time, she gags and then tries again. My girl isn't a quitter. She's stubborn as hell. There's no doubt she'll spend a lot of time over my lap getting her ass spanked for her stubbornness, but I'll love every second of it.

"That's it, baby. Fuck, that's so good. You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth."

Watching her on her knees, sucking my dick like it's her favorite thing in the world, makes something happen inside of me. I can't explain it. It's magic. Pure fucking magic. Maybe my girl is a witch, and she's putting me under her spell. Fuck it, she can put me under whatever she wants as long as she keeps doing this.

I try not to press her head down even more, but I can't help it. She feels too damn good. Her palms rest on my thighs, her nails digging into my flesh. The bite of pain is everything.

"If I push you too far, tap my thigh three times." I meet her gaze to make sure she understands before I tighten my grip on her thick black tresses and start thrusting inside her mouth. "Open your throat, baby. Take Daddy all the way in. You're such a good girl. Such a brat most of the time, but damn, this makes up for it."

The corners of her mouth pull back slightly, and her eyes flash with mischief, but she accepts my challenge and relaxes so I can fuck her mouth even deeper.

Every muscle in my body tightens. I yank her head away from me before I explode. The only place I'm coming tonight is in her bare little pussy.

I reach down and pull her to her feet, then lift and carry her to my four-poster bed, lowering her onto her back with her ass at the edge. Her cunt glistens with dew. As badly as I want to taste her right now, I might die if I don't fuck her.

"Ready for Daddy to fuck you hard and fast?"

She bobs her head, her hands going to her breasts. When I reach down and press my thumb to her clit, she cries out and arches her chest to the ceiling.

"Please," she begs. "Please fuck me. I need you right now."

"Play with your pretty nipples for me, baby. Make it feel good for you. I want you to come on my cock over and over again."

Lining myself up to her opening, I fist my dick and swipe the head over her slit several times, coating it with her wetness. Every time I slide it over her clit, she jolts and moans. It's music to my ears. It's also torture. I'm trying to control myself. Take things at a pace that doesn't overwhelm her, but those noises she's making are nearly enough to make me come. She's so sensitive and responsive. So beautiful as she throws her head back and grips the comforter while she lets me pleasure her.

I keep teasing her, enjoying every second of it. After a few beats, she opens her eyes and glares at me. "If you don't hurry up and fuck me, I'm going to finish myself off."

Just as quickly as she snapped at me, I use my cock and slap it against her pussy. She screams and tries to close her knees, but I'm wedged in too close.

"You're not in charge here, Paisley. I am. You're going to learn that really quickly. Now shut the fuck up, pretty girl, and come for me." I slam into her, and she screams, her hands coming to my chest as she claws at me.

"Fuck! Kieran," she sobs. "You're so big and thick."

"Yeah, baby. And you're so fucking tight," I murmur through gritted teeth. "You're trying to strangle me with this cunt."

She wiggles her hips, and I take it as an invitation to start moving again. In slow strokes, I pump in and out of her, watching as my cock sinks into her each time.

I'm a man who takes pride in the amount of control I have, but right now, I don't have any. Unable to stop myself, I fuck her harder and faster, her moans and screams spurring me on. When I reach between us and circle her clit with firm pressure, she screams and convulses around me as a climax rips through her.

Bash naked. Declan naked. Killian naked.

I force the visions through my mind, desperate to keep myself from coming yet. Even thinking about those bastards with no clothes on, I'm barely able to hold off. I'm not done with her yet.

"Daddy! Oh, God." She slaps the bed several times and grips the bedding as she continues to spasm with aftershocks.

"That's it, baby. You're going to come again for me, aren't you?"

She rolls her head from side to side, her eyes squeezed shut. "No, I can't! I can't. I'm too sensitive."

With my hands tucked behind her knees, I push her legs wider so I can fuck her even deeper. "You can and you will. Daddy's in charge, and I say you're going to come again."

When she doesn't argue with me, I pick up my pace. It won't be long before I explode, but I want to send her over the edge at least one more time.

"God, Paisley. You're so fucking beautiful. So perfect. Such a goddamn brat. Why do you always have to be such a brat to Daddy?"

A smile tugs at her lips, and she squeals when I smack her ass. "I'm sorry," she cries out.

I let out a low chuckle. "You're not fucking sorry. You love being a brat, and I love dealing with you being a brat. Now, come all over my cock so I can fill up your pussy with my own come."

My entire body tenses and shakes as my orgasm crashes through me like a hurricane while she screams out again, her pussy walls tightening around me. I groan and slow down, suddenly feeling so fucking heavy and spent.

Paisley grips my chest, her thumb stroking gently in one spot as I hover over her, panting. When I finally feel like I'm not about to pass out, I raise my head to look at her.

"You are perfect," I murmur.

Then, I crush my lips to hers, kissing her deeply. She whimpers and moans into my mouth, giving me access to explore every bit of her. When I pull back, she lets out a whine of protest and yanks me down for several more soft kisses.

I'm not normally a gentle man. In fact, being gentle is difficult for me. It's easier with her somehow. Maybe because I can tell she needs it. She might like me fucking her roughly, but from the small comments Chloe's made, I think Paisley needs me to take care of her softly.

"I'll be right back." I let my cock slide out of her, hating the sudden disconnect. Then, I point to her and lift a stern eyebrow. "Stay."

Her eyes narrow in defiance, but she doesn't move, probably because she's too exhausted.

After I piss and clean myself up, I find a washcloth and run it under warm water. Her eyes are closed when I approach. As soon as I pull her knees apart, she startles and tries to sit up.

"I can do it," she mumbles, trying to take the cloth from me.

I glare at her and use my free hand to push her back down. "Daddy will do it. You lie there like my good girl and let me."

She likes it when I call her a good girl. Every time I do, she visibly softens for me. I suspect she's never been praised before. There's no doubt that asshole ex never gave her any compliments.

Even though she's stiff while I clean her up, she doesn't fight me on it, and it pleases me. I like getting my way. I also like that she doesn't always just give me my way. It's rare that anyone defies me. It's new and a challenge I didn't know I wanted.

"Good girl," I croon when I finish and toss the cloth away. "Crawl under the covers."

Her head snaps up. "I'll go into the guest room. Sorry. I wasn't trying to overstay my welcome. I just feel like a pile of goo right now. I'll go."

This time, when she sits up, I capture her chin, pinching it firmly between my fingers. "I said, get under the covers. You're not going to the fucking guest room. Not after that. I want you where I can keep an eye on you."

When she gives a slight nod, I release her and watch as she crawls on all fours to the head of the bed, her still pink ass teasing me as she goes. My cock starts to harden again, and I have to nudge it down.

As soon as she's situated, I turn off the light and get in next to her. She's practically hugging the edge. I reach over and tug her toward me, but she tenses.

"Baby, relax. I'm just snuggling you. Go to sleep."

She lets out a soft sigh and allows me to arrange her so her back is pressed into my front with my arm wrapped around her waist and her lush ass against my cock. Why did I think this was a good idea? I'm never going to be able to get any rest.

"Kieran," she whispers a few minutes later.

"What?"

Several seconds pass before she speaks again. "Thank you. For tonight. For coming to my rescue with Jeremy and Mercedes. I would have been humiliated if you weren't there. I really did have a good time with you."

I lower my face to her shoulder and press several kisses to her soft skin, my chest suddenly tight. That asshole is going to pay. So is his bitch. "You're welcome."

"Night, Kieran."

"Night, Little one."

A sleep, she looks so peaceful and relaxed. Sweet and soft. I know this because I've spent half the night watching her. I want to see her like this all the time, even when she's awake. I have a feeling she's carried some heavy burdens throughout her life and hasn't ever really been able to trust someone else to take them on. She'll learn. Eventually.

Every so often, she would scrunch her nose in the cutest way. I wanted to know if she was dreaming of me.

Even when I tried to close my eyes, I couldn't stop thinking. About her. About what we did. What it means. Where we go from here.

I don't know what came over me when she brought up going back to the guest room. I haven't slept in a bed with a woman in years, but I couldn't stand the thought of her leaving.

The only answer I've come up with is that this is definitely not a one-time thing. I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. Do I ask her on a date? No, fuck that. There would be no asking. That would give her the chance to say no. Too much of a risk because no would likely be her answer. Then I'd have to put her over my knee until I got her soft and agreeable again. Not much of a hardship, though.

The sun is barely up when my phone vibrates. It takes me a minute to uncurl from her without waking her up, but once I'm free, I swing my legs off the edge of the bed and sit up.

Declan: Meet at 7 a.m., my house. Cage has a lead on Smoke.

I glance at the time. Not even six yet. Fuck. It's going to be a long day.

After turning to take one more look at Paisley, I head to the bathroom, turn the shower on hot, and step under the spray. Being that it's Saturday, Paisley shouldn't have to go into the office, though she and the other girls usually spend the weekends working on the makeup line. At least she'll be at Declan's, where I can keep an eye on her.

My cock stirs, but I ignore it. Nothing will ever compare to being buried deep in her pussy, so I'm not even going to bother. She's my new favorite drug, but I have a feeling I'll never be able to quit her. I don't think I want to.

Part of me wonders if she felt any of what I did last night. I fucked her into oblivion, but it was so much more than that to me. An awakening of some kind.

When I found out my ex had been stealing money from me, I never wanted to care about anyone again. Not only had I been played, but she made me feel like a fucking idiot. It's not something I handled well.Money is no object to me. I have endless amounts of it. What really got me was that I was blind to it because I thought she truly loved me. That she wanted a future with me. But it was all fucking lies.

Now, as I stand here thinking about the difference between how she made me feel and how Paisley makes me feel, I don't think I was ever truly in love with her. She was gorgeous, agreeable, submissive, and boring as hell. Paisley on the other hand, she's beautiful beyond words, but that's where the similarities end. Agreeable and submissive are not words I would ever use to describe the woman sleeping in my bed. She certainly isn't boring either. I've never felt so challenged in my life. It's so damn fun.

After I rinse the soap and shut off the water, I use a thick white towel to dry my skin, then wrap it around my waist. As quietly as possible, I open the bathroom door to go to the closet, but stop in my tracks as soon as my feet hit the carpet because Paisley is no longer in my bed.

What the fuck?

"Paisley!" It's possible she had to use the bathroom and went to find a spare one, but the heavy-weight sitting in the pit of my stomach tells me that's not it.

Like a pissed-off bull, I stomp through the house, opening and closing doors, checking every room as I go. When I open the guest room where she undressed last night, my anger starts to boil. Her dress is gone. So are her shoes.

That fucking brat. Did she seriously get up and sneak out while I was in the shower?

I take the stairs two at a time and yank the front door open. My bare feet sink into the wet grass as I storm across my front yard toward Bash's house. She's about to learn what happens when she upsets her Daddy. It's not going to be a pleasant experience for her ass.

Not bothering to knock, I walk into their house. "Paisley!"

Bash and Chloe look up from where they're drinking coffee in the kitchen. Bash is dressed already, but my sister is still in her pajamas and fuzzy slippers.

"Kieran, what are you doing here?" Chloe asks.

"Where the fuck is Paisley?"

My sister's eyes glitter with mischief, but I don't have time to deal with her right now. Not waiting for an answer, I spin on my heel and head for Paisley's room.

"Nice towel, man. It's a good look for you," Bash calls out, laughter in his voice.

Fuck him. Bastard.

She's nowhere in sight when I walk into her bedroom, but the shower is on. When I push the bathroom door open, I suck in a breath. She's in my T-shirt. She's also completely unaware of me as she hangs a fresh towel on a hook.

I step into the large room, close the door behind me, and then lock it. "You're in so much trouble, Paisley Mae. You think last night's spanking hurt. The one you're about to get is going to make that one feel like love taps."