Touch Me, Ruin Me- Daddy's Bestie

5

f**k.

He stands, and we come face to face again. "Don't be nervous," he murmurs. He kisses me, his tongue swiping against mine as he holds my face in his hands. "I won't hurt you." He puts his lips to my ear. "Much

I close my eyes. f*****g hell, lucking hell, f*****g hell.

"Get on the bed on your hands and knees."

I stare at him for a beat. "You're very bossy."

"Hungry." His eyes are blazing, and damn it, I am prepared to supply the feast.

I get onto the bed and go onto my knees. "Lean onto your elbows."

"Are you going to undress?" I fire back.

Slap.

He smacks my behind."Behave," he growls.

For some sick twisted reason his discipline starts a fire between my legs, and I know in that moment . I'm about to do anything he wants.

What the actualfuck is going on here?

I go down to my elbows, and he stands behind me, and with our eyes locked in the mirror, he takes his shirt off over his head and then in slow motion unzips his jeans and slides them down his legs. His body is rippled with muscles, and his large c**k springs free. I swallow the lump in my throat.

Okay . . . that's a lot ofman meat.

His eyes drop to my s*x, and I watch in the mirror as he pulls my lips apart with his fingers and strokes himself a few times. His eyes are dark and flickering with arousal.

Fuck.

He drops to the floor behind me, his tongue taking no prisoners as he licks me there.

Deep adoring licks, as if I'm the queen and he's my servant, on his knees for my pleasure.

Oh dear god . . . my body begins to build, and I shudder.

I see stars.

I scrunch the sheets up in my hands as I try to deal with him. "I'm going to

"You'll come on my cock."

"Then hurry the f**k up," I demand.

He chuckles, and it's the first time I see a glimmer of my playful date. He rolls on a condom. He wraps my hair around his hand as he holds me still and then slowly slides the tip of his thick c**k through my lips. Back and forth, back and forth.Hurry up.

He positions himself and slowly eases himself in. The air leaves my lungs, and I whimper out loud.

Oh . . . he's big and . . . way too good at this.

"How's this?" He slowly slides himself in and out, warming my body up to his size.

I nod, unable to make a coherent sentence.

"Answer me."

"Good." I close my eyes as I try to deal with him. "Really good."

The scent of his aftershave, his grip on my hair, his c**k so deep inside of me that I can't breathe.

He's all around me, in a perfect sensual 3D experience.

He withdraws completely and slides back in. He does it again, completely out, and then slides right back in.

What's he doing?

"I'm fine," I tell him.

"I'll be the judge of that."

"You're not going to hurt me."

His grip on my hip tightens, and he slams in hard, knocking the air from my lungs.

Ow . . . okay, maybe a little.

Then he is riding me hard, the sound of our skin is slapping loudly, echoing through his room.I try to hold myself up, but it's hard when you are being f****d by a Mack truck.

I can't hold it, and I scream into the mattress.

"f**k," he pants. "Oh yeah, just like that.

I smile as I listen to him come undone. Is there a hotter sound on earth?

He hisses, holds himself deep, and comes hard inside me. I feel the telling jerk of his c**k as it releases.

I'm wet with perspiration as I hear him gasping for air behind me.

And then he kisses me on my behind. "f*****g hot," he whispers against my skin.

I smile into the mattress.

Completely and utterly ruined.

Chapter 2

He pulls the car over to the side of the road. "I'll see you.' He leans over and taking my face in his hand kisses me softly. "Tonight I smile against his lips. "Tonight.

Seriously The best night of my life.

We had the best date ever, went home and f****d like animals, then had a shower and made tender sweet love.

I woke up to more of his oral skills this morning, and then he made me breakfast.

Now that's what I call a date well done.

This is it . he's the one.

I am walking onfucking air.

"I have to work today, but I'll call you later?" he asks.

I want to punch the air, but I won't because I'm being cool and all that. "Have a good day." I open the car door, and he pulls me back for another kiss. I laugh against his lips. "I have to

go.'

"Maybe I have to come."

"You're a s*x maniac." I laugh. With another quick kiss I jump out of the car, and he gives me a slow sexy smile. "Bye." I float inside. I'm on cloud nine.

I change my sheets and bundle up the old ones at double speed.

In among the walking-on-air thing, I've been on cleaning crack today.

I've tidied. I've washed. I've bought fresh flowers. I've vacuumed and mopped. I cleaned the bathroom. I bought new underwear and even got a few groceries, just in case things go really well tonight and we don't make it out to dinner.

With my hands on my hips, I look over my apartment to try and see it with new eyes. The living room rug looks a little tired. Hmm. I mean, I have had it for a few years. Maybe I should take it down to the garage?

I really want to put my best foot forward with Henley tonight.

I slide my coffee table over and roll up the huge rug. I try to pick it up and strain. Oh hell this thing is heavy.

I drag it to the door and struggle out into the hall, dragging it as I go. I turn toward the elevator, then remember that it's closed for maintenance today.

Fuck.

Six flights of stairs it is.

I drag it along, sweating, huffing, and puffing. It takes me ten minutes to get down only two levels.

Hell, this date will have oto be another sleepover, simply because I'm going to be so exhausted that I'll fall asleep before dinner.

I get halfway down and have to sit for a few minutes and rest. I take out my phone and check it.

No missed calls.

I finally get to the bottom of the stairs and drag my rug into my garage.

Right . . now to make myself simply irresistible.

I pick up my phone and check it for the thousandth time today. I'm sitting on my couch, primped, primed, with nowhere to go.

It's 7:00 p.m., and Henley hasn't called me yet.

Where the hell is he?

I have this uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. What if something's wrong?

Stop it.

He's going to call; I know he IS.

So why hasn't he already? It's 7:00 p.m. He would have called by now if he was going to.

I flick through Netflix in search of a distraction.

Maybe he's lost my number?

I sit up, suddenly interested in that theory. Yes that must be it. If he did lose my number, then he has no way of contacting me.

Maybe I should call him?

My phone rings. "Hello," I answer. "Did he call yet?" Chloe asks.

"No." 1 sigh.

"Fuck.'

"Do you think I should call him?" "No.

"What if he lost my number?"

"Then he's a dickhead. Anyway, your number will be in his call history. He hasn't lost your number, Jules."

My heart sinks. "Something is wrong. I know he's going to call me

"Why, because he said he would? Wouldn't be the first man to ever lie on a date."

"Chloe, I'm telling you. We had something; I know he's going to call me."

"Okay," she replies in an unconvinced voice. "The girls and I are going to Club 70, if you want to come."

"No." I exhale as I lie down on my back. "I'm going to wait for him."

"He's not calling." "He is." I roll my eyes. "He had to work today. Maybe he's going to just show up here any minute. Goodbye."

I exhale heavily and look around my spotless apartment: He better f*****g call.

8:OOp.m.

Ring, ring . . . ring, ring . . . I screw up my face as I wait for him to pick up.

"You've reached Henley James. I can't come to the phone right now. Leave a message." s**t.

"Hi, Henley, it's Juliet." I pause as I try to think of the right thing to say. "I was just

Fuck. "I thought we were catching up tonight?"

Damn it. I sound desperate.

"Just called to see what's happening. Anyway, bye."