บททั้งหมดของ Daddy's little good bad boy : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Him standing under the shower, all sudsy and water droplets running down his arms just to prove a point, make me stand and watch with my mouth hanging open. Believe me when I say, I have imagined this a lot of times, and at the end of it, I ended up coming violently, yet, it doesn’t compare to what is before my eyes right now. The twitch in my dick says this was never going to be a normal shower, maybe that’s what I wanted, because I reach out, finger tips hovering above his biceps, both of us holding our breaths and waiting to see what would happen next. “I have always wanted to touch them like this.” I say, connecting my finer tips to his skin, drawing an invisible line. There’s a hitch in his breath and as if transfixed, he wouldn’t look away. “You actually hold on to my arms whenever we go to bed, even at Saltwater.” he provides, his eyes not leaving my finger as I continue to trace the line.I look up at him, surprised by the information, I never slept next to someone, so I ha

My eyes trail him as he walks past me. I can’t seem to stop looking at him, even when my mind keeps throwing images of what we had done earlier in his office, I know I should stop looking, I would give everything away being a blushing mess, my eyes however know nothing else, but him. “So, we just concluded with the Yarnes Project, and from the reception of his fans, everyone with eyes, and myself, we all know how much a gem Cait is to our team.” He says with a proud smile as he watched his best friend. He looks very unaffected, I mean he busted a nut down my throat in this very room the team is using for a meeting. “That was your secret project?!” Wes asks, turning to a beaming Cait, she is trying and failing to look unaffected by the compliments, but it’s obvious she loves it. “Wait, Yarnes, as in the Football player?” I ask with wide eyes.She nods as humbly as she could, and I can’t help but clap for her, soon everyone followed suit. She had flipped one of the houses he had got

My head feels like it had been used as a sledge hammer the night before, and every slight movement hurts. With a groan, I manage to pull myself up to a sitting position, trying to get my bearings. Through one eye, the first thing I notice is the room, i am back in my room, and I am alone. Trying to remember what led to this moment only brought about more pain, like needles were injected into the sides of my head. The next thing I spot is a bottle of water and Advil, that pointed to the fact that I may not be alone in here, however I cannot hear past the pounding in my head, so I quickly swallow the meds and with a wince I set out to find the man whom I hope was in the kitchen. He wasn’t. The whole house is silent, save for the hum from the air conditioner, I am completely alone. Hobbling to the sofa, I try my best to recall anything I could from last night, the only thing I remember was downing beer like my life depended on it, simply because he was punishing me. I could have handle

The kiss tastes salty, my face wet with tears, yet I don’t stop, we don’t stop, if anything the kiss deepens. I missed him so much, his touch, his taste, the fingers running through my hair, his intoxicating scent… this.. “I missed you too, little Alec.” his kisses seemed to say.He groans into my throat when my tongue slides into his mouth, his tongue fights against mine, eliciting a moan from me. His fist tightens in my hair at the sound. His hands disappearing under my shirt, hand flat against the hardness of my chest, roaming, making me moan. “The sounds you make…” he mutters, his mouth leaving mine and crawling down my neck, I am left gasping for air each time he nibbles at my skin. My eyes roll backward, heels digging into the ground, none of it help. “Did you miss them?” I gasp,He groans softly, his hard flicking a nipple, his answer is lost in the cacophony of sounds I make after. It feels so good, I could never replicate this feeling. Fuck. His fingers tug impatiently a

It did rain. Lady Rockbell stood beside me while it did, silently holding unto me while it rained. For the first rain, it rained hard… the irony wasn’t lost on me, the summer passed by and I feared the rain signified the end of whatever we had going on.“Didn’t it feel good? Standing under the rain?” Rosemary asks gently when the rain started to let up. I sniff and look up at the sky where she had been looking at, sure enough, the sky is still gray, but not the urgent kind, maybe the kind that would fall through the night, when I would be cold and lonely.. Shaking the thoughts from my head, I look at the woman with that stood beside me, she is still holding on, as if worried that I would break down again. It makes me smile.“Now, I don’t think there’s any surgery to correct your age, isn’t it bad for someone your age to be out in the rain?”She brings her eyes down to mine, face unable to betray anything other than the faint raise of her brows.“If there is, I could afford it, but