All Chapters of Daddy's filthy little pet : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Rae’s POVI lay there in the dark, eyes wide open even though every part of me felt heavy and soft from the night we’d had. The sheets still smelled like Killian—clean soap, faint chlorine, that warm masculine scent that always made my stomach flip. His side of the bed was already cooling, but I pressed my face into the pillow where his head had been anyway, breathing him in like it could keep him here a little longer.My phone sat face-down on the nightstand. I reached for it slowly, heart doing a tiny, hopeful jump every time the screen lit up with nothing. 4:32. 4:35. 4:38.Come on, Daddy…At 4:41 the screen finally glowed.Killian: Made it to the pool house. Safe. Miss you already, angel. Sleep tight. I’ll see you soon. ❤️A stupid, giddy smile spread across my face before I could stop it. I rolled onto my back, clutching the phone to my chest like it was him.Me: Miss you more, Daddy. Thank you for staying. Dream of me? 🥺💕I hit send, then immediately buried my face in the pi

Rae’s POVThe phone kept buzzing against the marble countertop—insistent, like it knew exactly how badly it was interrupting. Killian’s arms were still around me—warm, solid, one hand splayed possessively across my lower back, the other resting high on my thigh under the hem of my orange gown. His forehead had been pressed to mine; our breaths still mingled from the kiss we’d been sharing. Now his eyes flicked down to the phone, then back up to my face. No anger. No jealousy flare. Just quiet, steady trust—like he was waiting to see what *I wanted to do.I swallowed—heart doing a weird flip between nerves and determination—and reached for the phone without pulling away from him. Killian’s grip loosened just enough to let me move, but he didn’t step back. If anything, he held me closer, chin resting lightly on my shoulder so he could hear both sides of the conversation if he wanted to.I hit accept and put it on speaker—because I wasn’t hiding anything from him. Not anymore.“Hey,

Rae’s POVThe knock resounded again—sharper this time, three quick raps that made my heart jump into my throat. Killian’s arm tightened around my shoulders instinctively, his whole body shifting into that protective mode I’d come to recognize so well. The TV kept playing its soft background music, but suddenly the room felt too quiet, too exposed.“Stay here,” he murmured, voice low and calm. His thumb brushed once across my collarbone before he stood—smooth, unhurried, like whoever was at the door didn’t faze him at all.I sat up straighter, hugging my knees to my chest. “Be careful.”He glanced back at me—small, reassuring smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.“Always am, angel.”He leaned down—quick, soft peck to my lips. Barely more than a brush, but it steadied me instantly. Then he turned and headed toward the front door, shoulders relaxed but steps deliberate.I strained to listen. The door opened with a quiet click. Low voices—male, muffled. Killian’s tone stayed even, p

Rae’s POVThe kiss lingered on my lips like a promise—swollen, tingling, tasting faintly of chocolate and him. My body was still humming from everything we’d done, every nerve ending awake and greedy for more. Killian’s hands rested heavy on my hips, thumbs stroking lazy circles that sent little sparks racing straight to my core. I could feel how hard he was beneath me—thick and insistent, pressing against the thin barrier of his sweatpants where I straddled his lap.I shifted experimentally—grinding down just once, slow and deliberate. The friction made him groan low in his throat, hips twitching up to meet me. Heat flooded my cheeks, but it wasn’t embarrassment. It was hunger. Naughty, filthy hunger that had me aching to give him the same pleasure he’d just given me.My hand slid down his chest—slow, teasing—fingers tracing the ridges of his abs through his shirt before dipping lower. I palmed him through the soft fabric—feeling the heat, the girth, the way he throbbed under my

Rae’s POVMy body was still trembling from the orgasm that had ripped through me—walls fluttering around his cock in lazy aftershocks, thighs slick and shaking where they straddled his hips. Killian’s hands were locked on my waist, holding me down so every inch of him stayed buried deep inside me, pulsing hot and thick. His chest rose and fell in heavy rhythm beneath me; sweat glistened on his skin, catching the low lamplight. His eyes were dark, hooded, fixed on my face like he was memorizing every hitch in my breath, every flutter of my lashes.I leaned forward—forehead resting against his for a heartbeat—then kissed him slow and filthy, tasting the remnants of chocolate and myself on his tongue. When I pulled back just enough to speak, my voice came out husky, wrecked.“Want more,” I whispered against his lips. “Want to taste you again… while you taste me.”His pupils blew wide—black swallowing hazel in an instant.“Fuck yes,” he growled low. “Get up here, babygirl. Let Daddy e