All Chapters of Touch Me, Daddy: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Who...who are you?" my sweet angel asks innocently.Fucking hell.It takes everything in me not to storm the set and wrap a fucking blanket around her. She’d probably just think I’m crazy, which isn’t too far from the truth at the moment. She’s even more beautiful than her pictures showed. I didn’t know perfection like her was real. I’d told myself that maybe the pictures had been altered or something. That if I saw her, some of this devouring need for her would lessen. That I’d see it was all an illusion. I thought maybe I’d built it up to be more than it really was.I was wrong. She’s even more beautiful. She’s perfect. I hate that so many people milled around the set just watching her. It was eating at me from the inside out, and every time the fucking photographer opened his mouth, things only got worse. The only reason I hadn’t ripped his head off already was because after I finally pulled my eyes off her, I looked to him, expecting to see the same need I was having for Marisell

"Need help with that?" the wardrobe lady asks as I come off the podium towards her. The next model is called upon as I'm being helped out of my bra, my mind a clouded mess. I can't even think straight. My hands are shaking. So are my legs.Jesus fucking Christ!I have no clue what the hell just happened out there. Who the hell is this Cello guy? And why the hell does he have such a rippling effect on my body like this? On my soul? I blow out a breath, trying to stay put. Trying to stay shaken. The wardrobe lady notices my discomfort but says nothing. I can't help but appreciate how professional and kind she's being currently."Jittery?" she finally breaks her silence with a chuckle. "He has that effect on the ladies. It's normal."Jealousy courses through my body. After Jermelle told me we were done, Cello untied me from the bed and helped me up. I'd edged past him, hopeful and expectant that he'd reach out for me. That he'd grab me and kiss me senseless, but none of that happened. He

Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck. I feel like I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole and I don’t want to look back. I want to chase him and get lost in this man.I sit in a very formal dining room as I wait for Cello to come back. It was adorable how he didn’t want to leave my side when some woman named Sally wanted to talk to him in private. She seemed to find it equally amusing. I had to promise that my ass wouldn’t move from this chair as she half-dragged him out of the room by his arm. It was almost like he thought I might up and disappear.I’m not going anywhere. I don’t know what’s happening here between us, but I know it’s something. I want it, and I’m jumping in head first. My heart almost leapt out of my chest when Cello said we were falling in love. It’s crazy. I’ve only known this man for hours. But another part of me knows he’s right. It’s the only way to explain these feelings I’m having.Just as crazy is this house I’m in. I don’t think you could even call it a house. It’s way

Stalking over to the bed, I keep my eyes locked on her as I climb on. I crawl up to her and move over her body. She takes a shaky breath.Her red hair is wild against the pillow, and I need to see her. Now. I still have the taste of her pussy on my mouth and it’s driving me insane. I need to be inside her body, and I can’t wait any longer.I reach down and rip her shirt open. Buttons go flying. Her sheer bra is the one from the photo shoot today and I hate to shred it. I reach behind her, unbuckling it and then taking it from her before throwing it to the floor. Once I’ve got her completely undressed, I grab my tie and run the silky material over her lush curves.Her full breasts bounce with her giggle as I watch her nipples harden.“Hands back above your head,” I say, and she does as I ask.I’m amazed at how much trust there is between us, how it developed so quickly, but this feeling is so unlike anything I’ve ever felt. The pull to her is unstoppable.When I’ve finished binding her

Holding her close to me, I look into her eyes and don’t hold anything back.“I love you, Mariselle,” I say, and I put my finger over her lips to keep her from saying anything back. “You don’t have to say it back. I know this is soon, and it’s crazy, but I don’t ever want to keep any part of me from you. I love you, and I want to tell you so you know everything in my heart.”I take my finger away and replace it with my lips before she can speak. I pick her up and carry her back to our bed, lying down on top of her. I kiss her until I can’t just kiss her anymore. I need more, and I want her, skin on skin.Breaking the kiss, I start pulling off my suit hurriedly, trying to get back on her.“As much as I love seeing you in my shirt and underwear, take them off, baby. It’s been seven hours and twenty-three minutes since I was last inside you, and I won’t wait a second longer.”She giggles at my words, and I love the sound of it. Hearing her happy is all I ever want in the world. It’s what