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“Take them to the Barn,” Priest instructs.
“Figured you might say that,” Knight responds. “Let’s go, boys.”
There is a lot of complaining and pleading from the kneeling men, but soon, everyone empties out of the warehouse, leaving Priest and I alone.
“I’m sorry, princess,” he grinds out through clenched teeth. “I should have expected they would try to come after you.”
“It’s not your fault,” I whisper, cupping my giant's face, but he seems set on beating himself up.
“No, it’s entirely my fault. I should have sent a prospect along with you for protection. I will assign someone to go along with you—”
A laugh bubbles out of me, cutting off his words. It’s not light or airy as it echoes through the empty warehouse with how loud it is.
A few days ago, I never imagined I would be this happy. No one makes me as happy as Priest does.
“Only you, I swear,” I say happily, brushing my lips against his firmly set ones. “Only you would get someone to shadow me taking classes.” It’s ridiculous, but it leaves me giddy that he would do something like that.
“I would do anything for you, princess.”
“I see that,” I whisper, brushing my lips along his once more, desire pushing out the anxiety that’d rocked me before.
He’s here. I’m safe now.
Priest grabs my chin and tips it up as he gives into my need, kissing me and slowly draining the tension from my body. I wrap my arms around his shoulders even as I open up for him, our tongues dragging together in wet friction..
It has to be bad to feel so good. Every moment with this man tops the last in ways I could never have expected.
A sigh escapes my lips as I slip my hand under his vest to feel his chiseled muscles move under my fingers and love every second of it.
“We need to get you out of here, sweetheart,” Priest rasps between kisses, but he’s already dragging his hand up my skirt, leaving a trail of heat in every spot his fingers graze. “We can’t stay in enemy territory for long.”
“We’ll be fast,” I whimper against his lips, pushing up and practically climbing into his lap. My panties are damp with arousal, and the need for him grows by the second. I need to feel him inside me, but more than that . . . I want to reward him for coming to my rescue not once, but twice.
He brought dozens of his men just to rescue me.
My Daddy deserves to be rewarded for keeping his promise to protect me. To be reminded that I am the lucky one.
“Fuck, princess, what are you doing to me?” he hisses when I slip my hand between us and start working on his pants. My breathing grows short when I wrap my hand around his thick length, jerking him even as I tilt my head back when his lips drop to my neck.
I’m whimpering his name when he leans in to drag his tongue over my throat, my sex dripping with need, the feeling growing more intense with every kiss. “Want you, Daddy,” I whimper, tugging hard at his swollen cock. He must share the sentiment because he reaches under my skirt and pushes my panties aside.
“I’m going to fuck you, princess. So fucking hard, you’ll still be feeling me every time you sit down.”
Oh God!
“Yes, Daddy,” I sob, scrambling to position myself over him and guiding his thick, swollen cock to my pulsing heat. I’m dripping and needy, my body practically vibrating with the need for him as he fills me with every last inch of his massive shaft. His hand slips under my thigh to my ass as he rolls his hips. I’m already moving over him when he starts rocking into me, slowly at first before he picks up pace, fucking me harder, lifting me with both hands under my thighs and pulling me roughly back down so I’m impaled on his cock over and over again.
“So fucking tight!” he chokes. “How are you still so fucking tight, princess? And choking my cock with your wet little cunt.”
My back arches and my head falls back as he drives his manhood into me, sending a rush of heat to my core and a tremble to my heart. It’s too much, and yet, not enough.
“Harder, Daddy,” I sob, feeling myself draw closer and closer to the edge, craving that free-falling feeling that only he can give me.
Priest gives into my desire, ramming into my sex like a crazed man, and when he molds his mouth with mine to capture my cry, I give in. It’s more a touch of skin with our breaths mingling hot against each other than it is a kiss but . . . it’s perfect.
Everything about this man is perfect.
“Touch yourself, princess,” he growls against my lips. “Do it how Daddy showed you.”
