Chapter 19

Riley

When I arrived back home, Maxim was already there waiting for me. I didn't even get a word in edgewise before his mouth was on mine and he was tearing my shirt over my head. Then his hands were unclasping my bra and tossing it aside. He growled and took my left nipple into his mouth and all my thoughts and worries evaporated into thin air as pleasure radiated through my body.

His hands dipped down to the button of my jeans. He made quick work of my zipper and then he was sliding my pants down my hips until they gathered around my ankles before tugging them off. His fingers moved across my ass and squeezed. It didn't take long for my underwear to join the rest of my clothes on the floor either.

"What about dinner?" I asked breathlessly.

"I'm going to start with my dessert, my good girl," he whispered, and I bit my lip.

I turned my head to hide the guilty look that must have crossed my face.

"Daddy," I breathed.

His lips were on mine in an instant.

His kiss was ravenous, demanding, and passionate, and I melted against him, a small moan escaping my lips as his tongue slid into my mouth.

"I missed you, moya malyshka." His warm breath on the side of my neck was enough to make my entire body tremble with need.

"I missed you too, Daddy," I whispered.

"Did you behave with Ada and Irina today?" he asked, but his tone was playful, and I decided to play right back.

"Only a little," I murmured as his kisses trailed up and down my neck, driving me crazy with heated desire.

He chuckled and his lips captured mine once again, his mouth claiming my own with a ferocity that had me trembling with want and need.

Then his hands were on my thighs, and he lifted me up effortlessly, throwing me over his shoulder like I was no more than a sack of feathers.

It made me feel so small and dainty.

He carried me through the house to his bedroom. His hand remained on my bare ass the whole time and I shivered at the feel of it on my naked skin.

He tossed me down on the bed and then his mouth was in between my legs before I could even think to close my thighs.

"Daddy," I whimpered as his tongue found my clit, lashing across it in a way that made me writhe.

He pulled away just enough so that he could speak.

"You're going to be my good girl and come for me. I want to taste every bit of your arousal on my tongue," he commanded, and my heart leapt into my throat.

He dove back in, his mouth attacking my pussy with fervor, his tongue exploring every inch of my slit and dipping inside of me, making me gasp with pleasure. The wet warmth of him on my most sensitive flesh was almost more than I could bear, and my back arched clean off the bed.

I fisted my hands in the sheets, twisting the fabric around my fingers, and moaned his name.

"Please," I gasped.

"Please, what?" he growled, lifting his mouth from my pussy, and the sudden loss of contact was jarring, leaving me desperate.

"Please let me come, Daddy," I pleaded, my words sounding impossibly needy and wanting to my own ears. He grinned against my inner thigh, his tongue teasing the sensitive flesh.

I shivered hard, my clit pulsing under the lash of the tip of his tongue. My hips bucked underneath him, and his hands wrapped around them, holding them down.

"You taste so fucking sweet," he breathed. "Like honey and vanilla."

I couldn't form words. It felt so raunchy and taboo to have his mouth between my legs, but he wouldn't stop.

And the worst part was I didn't want him to.

He returned his attention to my pussy, his tongue finding its mark once more and it took only seconds for him to have me right on the edge of an orgasm that promised to be powerful enough to take my breath away.

"Daddy," I begged, "please don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop."

I could hear the need in my own voice, a desperation that seemed to drive him wild because he growled in response, the sound vibrating against my skin.

"You don't tell Daddy what to do, little girl," he snarled and then he pulled back just enough to slap my pussy with the flats of his fingers. The sting caught me by surprise, but it was the surge of pleasure that followed that really took me by storm.

"Daddy!" I gasped, but he wasn't done.

He spanked my pussy hard enough to have me writhing on the bed in moments. One spank after the other punished my poor slit until I was on the cusp of climax once again without any understanding of how I got there.

Then his tongue found my clit again and that was all I needed to send me sailing straight over the edge.

I moaned, pleasure exploding from my center and surging over every last inch of my body. My fingers fisted the blankets beneath me as I held on, exquisite bliss pouring over me and washing away every rational thought from my mind and taking it out with the tide.

"Oh, god, Daddy," I whimpered, and he growled low in his throat.

"Yes, my beautiful girl. That's it. Come for Daddy," he coaxed, his voice a seductive purr that rolled down my spine like a droplet of water.

His tongue laved at my clit again and I shuddered hard, the tendrils of another orgasm just out of reach. Then, he increased the pressure the slightest bit and I was sailing over the edge again.

I cried out, the sensations of the orgasm ripping through me, taking my breath away and making my entire body writhe.

He didn't let up.

He ate my pussy like a starving man. It was like he couldn't get enough of the way my body responded to him. To be honest, I couldn't get enough of it either.

I screamed, a ragged sound, and I didn't care that my nails were digging into his shoulders. He just continued to tease my clit with his tongue.

By the time he finished with me, I was a panting mess of satisfied little girl.

I came enough for my mind to go completely blank.

More than enough not to feel guilty for a long while.