Chapter 3

Wren’s POV

I woke up slowly, everything all around me soft and a mess of blurs and shapes from all the alcohol I’d drunk. Saying I felt like utter shit would be a severe understatement but he was right here.

Josh.

My Josh. He came for me.

I didn’t guess for one second that he’d hunt me down to this fancy ball.

My head felt all fuzzy like my brain had turned to a mush of cotton wool. But I felt warm too, my body like I was floating in a dream. The bright light hurt my eyes and I squinted, but I saw him.

Tall, strong, his shoulders broader than I recall. Did he start working out? Fuck he looks hot.

My emotions got the better of me and I kissed him.

The kiss started slow and sweet. But then he made a deep growl sound in his chest that I’d never heard before. He grabbed my face, his big and rough hands cupping my face. His fingers slid into my hair, gathered a fist full of my locks and yanked back.

I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut as heat pooled between my legs. Fuck. When did Josh get so aggressive? He should have shown me this side of him more often!

His tongue pushed into my mouth, hot and rough, tasting me. He’d never kissed me like this before. At most, I’d get a peck. Is he lucky if it lasted ten seconds? And now, he’s kissing me like he wants to eat me up.

I melted against his solid body. My breasts squished against his chest with how close we were and I already felt my nipples turn rock hard.

“Josh…” I gasped, my head swirling with his good everything was feeling. “Please I…”

“Call me Josh one more fucking time, Princess.” He growled into my mouth, pulling my head back and breaking the kiss.

I came face-to-face with a ruggedly handsome face. The kind that was only seen in Greek myths under the title “god of annihilation” sharp brows, a well-carved nose, and a mouth that looked perfect for kissing. This man made handsome look like a petty compliment.

And for whatever reason, my pussy got a furious heartbeat.

His dark stormy eyes narrowed as he scanned my face. His grip in my hair tightened and he pulled me close, close enough for me to taste the expensive whiskey on his breath, but too far that I couldn’t reach out and swipe my tongue over his bottom lip.

“You’re not Josh…”

“No shit.”

His voice was seriously making me so horny. I could feel my wetness flooding my panties.

I’d never gotten this wet with Josh before. Not even when he’d spit on me.

The room was spinning. I felt so good. I wanted this man…whoever he was.

“Please,” I breathed, batting my lashes at him, “make me forget him.”

“What am I? Your rebound?” He chuckled darkly.

“And if I say yes?”

Something shifted in his eyes.

He eased me back into the bed, and his big body covered mine. I gasped, feeling so small under him. And yet I wasn’t scared. Instead, I smiled, spreading my legs for him.

His sharp eyes remained pinned on me as he leaned down, kissing the curve of my jaw, before his lips moved to my neck, sucking hard and leaving a dark spot that made me see stars.

“Yes!” I gasped, grabbing onto his broad shoulders.

“Naughty girl,” he chided, one of his rough hands grabbing my tit and squeezing it roughly through my gown. He easily found my nipple and pinched it, making me cry out, my back arching off the bed. “You crawl into my bed, and you dare to call me another man’s name?”

“I’m sorry!” I cried out, whimpering softly as the pain and pleasure wracked through my brain.

“Such pretty tits,” he let go for two seconds only to shove the straps of my gown down. I didn’t wear a bra, Anna said it’ll ruin the dress. I moaned as his eyes feasted on my breasts. The cool air enveloped me for two seconds before he leaned down and his wet, hot mouth closed over my nipple.

“Fuck!” I screamed, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

He sucked deep and strong, his rough tongue flicking over my nipple with such speed I felt my orgasm building. I arched my back, pushing more of my chest into his mouth. He grabbed my other tit, rolling my nipple between his finger and thumb harshly, a stark contrast to his mouth.

The wet slurping sounds of his mouth on me filled the room, my moans rising higher and higher. It felt so wrong, falling apart so easily for a stranger I barely knew.

But fuck me did it feel so good.

“Please…” I gasped. “Please I need you…”

He pulled off my nipple with a filthy pop. “Need me for what, Princess?”

“Touch me. Please…”

His hand moved lower, bunching my dress up my thighs and exposing my pink lace panties. Panties that were ripped off me in mere seconds. When his fingers brushed my bare, soaked pussy, I felt like I’d been touched by an electric shock.

“Oh my…yes please…”

“You’re soaked,” he growled right in my ears, spreading my legs wider before settling between them. His voice was low and filthy as he slid a finger through my folds. “Dripping all over my hand like a little slut. Your father would be so disappointed if he saw you right now, Princess.”

Maybe if my head were clearer I’d ask how he knew my dad.

Instead, I bucked my hips into his hand, chasing more friction. His words sent heat to both my cheeks and my pussy. I felt so exposed, naughty, and stupidly excited.

“Please…” was all I could say. I had no idea what I was begging for.

He made a low noise of annoyance. When I thought that he’d get up and leave he grabbed my thighs, forced my legs open, and moved down the bed. Before I could speak, he buried his face between my thighs.

And he inhaled.

Deep and long. Like he was savoring a meal.

“Fuck.” He growled, his voice sending tremors down my spine, his grip on my thighs tightening till I was sure I’d have bruises in the morning. “You smell fucking appetizing.”

That was all the warning I got before his tongue dragged all the way from my opening to my clit.

“Ah!” I screamed, clamping my thighs around his head. His tongue was so hot, and so wet, circling my swollen clit before he shocked on it.

I screamed again, my whole body fluttering around nothing, every single thought I had flying out of my ears.

A stranger is eating me out. For the first time in my life. And I’m about to cum all over his face.

Desperate for anything, I tangled my hands into his hair, caught between pulling away and shoving more of my pussy into his face.

Sparks exploded inside me. He ate me out like he was starving and I was a gourmet meal. His growls of approval mixed with the filthy slickness of my pussy, making loud and messy sounds that made me want to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment but also made me impossibly wetter.

“Oh god…” I moaned, my voice all airy and broken, while my hips rocked against his face like I was being controlled.

I looked down and our eyes met. He’d been watching me the entire time. My breath caught firmly in my throat and he lifted his head just enough to speak, his breath heated against my wet folds.

“Good girl. Go on, don’t hold back your sounds. Let daddy hear how much you love getting this pussy eaten.”

Oh my fuck!

“D-Daddy?”

He licked me again, slow, teasing, his tongue rolling a slow and torturous circle over my clit. “Say it again.”

“Daddy…”

“That’s right Princess.”

It felt so right, so natural to call him daddy.

“Daddy please…make me cum! I’m so close!” I breathed, the naughty word making me clench deep inside me.

Two thick fingers pushed inside me. I was so slicked that they slid in easily, and yet the stretch burned on my walls.

“Daddy please!” I moaned, trembling all over.

“Fuck. You’re so tight. Need to stretch you out properly,”

“Ah…yes…daddy yes!”

The sounds his fingers made pumping in and out of me was so obscene. His tongue lashed over my clit, sucking mercilessly as he curled his fingers inside me, hitting the spot that made my eyes roll all the way to the back of my head.

“You’re all mine now. I’m going to ruin you for everyone. Fucking Josh.”

Everything piled and piled on me till I could take it no more. My thighs shook around his head. The heat twisted in my belly, burning hotter and hotter till I was thrown right over the edge.

“Cum for daddy,” he commanded.

And my body obeyed as it’d always belonged to him.

I came with a deafening scream. All my muscles locked up and a terrifying coil snapped deep inside my stomach. Pleasure crashed into me, wave after wave, making me see white behind my closed eyes. And then I felt it. Wetness spraying out of me.

He kept licking and fingering me, prolonging the feeling for what felt like an eternity. Tears pricked my eyes, and I was left a snaking, whimpering mess at the mercy of this man.

My daddy.

The moment the last waves of my orgasm paled out, my body went slack. I felt so boneless, yet I was satisfied. Exhaustion took over me and I could barely keep my eyes open.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” I heard him whisper almost soft, but then his voice turned sinful again.

“Drunk, dripping wet, calling me Daddy while I corrupt your innocent little body. Your father would lose his mind if he knew I had his precious daughter spread open and begging.”

I shivered in my hazy afterglow, still floating. His hands felt so possessive as they roamed my body, rough but worshipful, sliding over my breasts, my waist, my thighs like he owned every inch of me. I felt full of him already, even though he hadn’t taken me completely yet. Just his mouth and fingers had me ruined.

I want him to ruin me again. And again. And again.