Daddy’s Law by K.C. Crowne

Chapter 15

Ava

He pressed a finger into me, curling at the knuckle. Theo swept over my sweet spot repeatedly with bewildering accuracy, somehow understanding my body better than I did. He could read me like a book, understanding my mind. He had a response for every single one of my thoughts.

When I wanted him to ease up, Theo did so without prompting. When I wanted to feel his hot kisses against my thighs, he went above and beyond by sucking marks into my skin. He knew what I wanted before I did, moving with purpose and making me putty in his hands. I didn’t understand how he did it, but I certainly wasn’t complaining, either.

How I managed to survive this long without knowing his touch was beyond me.

Theo carefully added a second finger. I felt so impossibly and wonderfully full. The stretch was enough to knock the air from my lungs, a familiar heat curling deep inside me. I was still sensitive, but the way he treated me with the utmost attention made the butterflies in my stomach flutter and my blood bubble.

I’d never experienced anything like this before. I’d had a handful of boyfriends in college, a few one-night stands. I’d been a modern woman in my early twenties looking for something perfectly casual. But brief dalliances like those were rarely anything to write home about. Not that I would, considering who my father was.

My previous partners were selfish in the way all inexperienced and overly confident young men were. Dead set on their own pleasure, unsure how to truly please me. Some were more successful than others, but they were few and far between. They’d been boys, clumsy and just charming enough to be forgiven. Most of the time simply forgotten.

But Theo was a man.

A man who definitely knew what he was doing.

The flick of his tongue against my clit sent a shockwave rippling through me. I could feel the intense heat in my bones, melting at my marrow. I could barely hang on. His tongue and fingers working in tandem were proving to be wondrously overwhelming.

I was lightheaded. The room was spinning. The air around me was simultaneously too hot and too cold against my bare skin. But this was Theo. I meant what I said when I told him I trusted him. He was in charge of protecting me, caring for me. I knew he would continue to do so in every sense of the word.

“You’re so nice and tight for me, baby,” he murmured against my sensitive clit. “It’s going to feel so good to be inside your wet little pussy.”

I writhed against him, seeing more of that sweet friction. “Th-Theo—” I rasped. My voice sounded foreign in my own ears. “I’m close. I think I’m going to—”

I couldn’t find the spare air to finish my sentence. My second climax came quickly and hard, pure relief and fire and all things bright exploding within me. I fluttered around his fingers as he continued to tease me. Torment me. At this point, it was one and the same and I wanted so much more.

I tried reaching for him, but the second I moved my hands from where he’d placed them above my head, Theo stopped me, catching my hands with one of his.

“What did I say about touching me?” he asked, words deliciously gruff.

“But I want to. I want to touch you. I want you to teach me what you like. You’re the boss.” I liked calling him that much more than I thought I would. Maybe it was the look in his eye, that feral darkness that filled his irises. It drove me up the wall to know I could turn him on with a single word. “Theo, please? I promise I’ll behave from now on.”

“Say that again. I didn’t quite hear.”

I huffed. “Theo. Take your fucking shirt off before I lose it.”

The smirk he gave me was both infuriating and mesmerizing. “If you’re so eager, why don’t you do it yourself, princess?”

Baby girl. Sweetheart. Princess.

The endearments went straight to my head. I could listen to him talk until the end of time as long as he continued to call me those sweet names.

I climbed onto my knees and reached out carefully, my fingers shaking with excitement. The heat of his body radiated through the fabric of his dress shirt, and I was suddenly wet at the idea that in just a few more minutes, I’d get to feel his body against mine with nothing in our way.

He watched me like a hawk, regarding my every move with a level of intensity and focus that made me wonder if there was an incorrect way to go about undoing buttons. I somehow managed to get through them all, revealing his hard chest and abs beneath. My face flushed with heat when I saw rolling muscles beneath taught skin. He was in incredibly good shape. Fantastic, really.

“How are you even real?” I mumbled to myself in a daze. “When do you find the time to work out?”

“First thing in the morning before I pick you up and drop you and Cory off.”

I slid the shirt off him and tossed the offending garment to the floor, lost somewhere with my own clothes. I traced the lines of his strong arms, drinking in the sheer size of him. I always knew how much bigger he was, but up close and personal there was no denying the massive cliff face that was his chest and shoulders. I really could climb him like a tree, knowing full well he’d be able to support me without breaking a sweat.

I kissed his chest, adoring the way he combed his fingers through my hair. Sweeping my fingers over his abs, I made my way to the front of his pants, pulling them down by the waist band. His cock sprang from his boxer briefs, long and throbbing and thick. A tiny voice in my head was worried I wouldn’t be able to take him. Another equally loud voice in my head told me to open my mouth and taste him.

I was about to wrap my lips around him, but Theo reached down and took my chin in his hand. “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.”

“But it’s your turn.”

“Lie back down, baby girl. Tonight’s all about you.”

I wasn’t sure why I felt so indignant. Like I was being robbed of the opportunity to make him feel as good as he made me feel. “But I want—”

He pressed his thumb past my lips and over my tongue. I quivered, a shaky gasp escaping me as I sucked gently. I didn’t think it was possible to get any wetter, yet here I was, craving more.

“You normally talk back this much?” he asked.

It was a rhetorical question, but I answered anyway. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Condoms?”

“Nightstand. Near the back.”

Theo turned away, rummaging through my nightstand. He returned a few short moments later, the familiar crinkle of a condom wrapper reaching my ears. The mattress beneath me dipped as he climbed onto the bed, hovering over me once more. I watched as he stroked himself once, twice. Every move was patient; he was constantly testing the waters and giving me just enough time to breathe.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked. “We can stop any time.”

“I’m sure,” I whispered. “I want you, Theo. Please.

He nodded. “Alright, baby. I’ll go slow.”

“I don’t want you to be slow.”

“Sweetheart, we do this my way or not at all.”

My heart would have squealed if it were capable of making sound. I just needed to surrender control. I trusted Theo enough to do that.

“Okay,” I breathed. “Whatever you say.”

“Good girl.”

The praise went straight to my head, a warm buzz spreading through my veins.

“Say that again,” I asked. Demanded. Pleaded.

He kissed me on the lips. “Good girl. You’re my good girl.” He settled between my legs, the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. “Are you ready for me?”

I nodded, the deafening sound of my blood rushing past my ears blocking out everything other than his deep voice.

A whimper ripped from my throat as Theo pressed into me, the stretch so much brighter than his fingers. I felt full. Impossibly so. Next to bursting. I circled my arms around his neck and panted against his cheek, memorizing the feel of his skin on mine. He was the sun; not on a scorching day that made me want to run for someplace cooler, but the sun after a long bout of endlessly cold rain.

His warmth was welcoming. Comforting.

Something I didn’t know I needed until I had him.

“Almost there,” he said. “Bear with me, sweetheart.”

“Oh,” I murmured, holding him closer. “Oh, you’re so big.”

“I did warn you.” He kissed me again, almost apologetically.

Theo remained perfectly still once he had buried himself all the way to the hilt. There was no space between us, and I much preferred it that way. He played with my hair, brushing loose strands away from my face to better pepper light kisses against my cheeks, the tip of my nose, the corners of my lips.

My walls throbbed around him, hot and bothered and urgently needing him to move.

“Theo,” I implored. “Theo, please move.”

“Begging already?” He clicked his tongue. “So impatient. What am I going to do with you?” He gently pulled back, the length of his cock dragging against me. Then he snapped his hips against me and plunged back in, forcing a shout from my lungs.

“Oh my God,” I sobbed. “Yes, just like that.”

His thrusts started off slow, the pace eventually picking up into a relentless rhythm that threatened to push me straight off the edge of sanity. I was only vaguely aware of what I was saying. My words were an incoherent mix of moans and gasps and crying his name like some sort of prayer. Theo cradled my head, our mouths crashing feverishly together as his body melded with mine.

“You feel amazing,” he praised. “Look how well you take me. Just like I knew you would. Tight little pussy feels like a fucking dream.” His dirty words sent me flying, a tingling sensation zapping up and down my spine. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

“Y-you did?” I stuttered between deep breaths.

“I’ve wanted to bend you over your desk. Kiss you senseless in my car. But this is much, much better. Don’t you agree?”

The word that came out of my mouth was a cross between a ‘yeah’ and an ‘uh-huh.’ My brain was all but fried, drowning in euphoria and barely functioning. Theo could say the dirtiest things to me and I’d think they were poems written by the masters.

With every thrust, the tight coil deep within my core grew hotter and brighter and more intense. Theo massaged my breasts and pinched my nipples. He sucked on my neck hard enough to leave marks. I could taste myself on his tongue and feel my breath ricochet off his cheeks.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he purred. “Come on my cock. I want to feel you come all over me. That’s it. Just like that.”

I came again, hard enough that I swore I saw spots across my vision. Exhaustion gripped me, a heavy fog clouding my mind. Every inch of me was sensitive and warm, and all I wanted to do was curl up with Theo and fall asleep.

“I’m not done with you yet, baby girl,” he said, words rumbling through me.

I wasn’t complaining. He managed to make me come three times in a row. No man had ever done that for me before. The least I could do was stay awake and give him exactly what he needed.

“Whatever you want. I’m all yours.”

“Attagirl. Roll over for me.”

Even though he asked me to do it, he turned me over by himself, grasping me by the hips and moving me firmly with calm hands. I pressed my cheek to the sheets, now wrinkled and messed up from our lovemaking. Theo pushed back into me, a little less delicately than before, proceeding at the same pace.

He sucked marks into the back of my neck, hot breath tickling my skin. With one hand, he reached around and supported my chin, holding my face up so he could kiss my cheek. His other hand was at my waist, keeping me in place as his thrusts became more erratic.

“Beautiful,” he grunted. “So fucking beautiful. All mine.”

I didn’t have the good sense to respond. I couldn’t. All I could manage was a moan and a contented sigh as he came with a growl.

We lay there for a moment, nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing to listen to. Theo eventually got up, and I missed his warmth dearly. I had a difficult time calming down, every nerve ending in my body alight.

It wasn’t until Theo came back —I assumed he went to the bathroom across the hall— that I relaxed. He very carefully scooped me up in his arms and lay me down in bed, draping my blanket over my shoulders before getting in behind me. He held me and pressed light kisses into my hair. I was more than happy to curl up against him, the warmth of his stomach and chest soaking into my back.

“Sleep,” he whispered.

I’d never slept more soundly.