Page 60 of Cowboy Daddies

But Allegra was too good with her mouth. She knew how to tease and draw things out until he was damn near ready to levitate off the bed. She kept him on edge so long he had to grab fistfuls of the comforter to keep from taking over. He was dying to bury his hands in her hair and hold her in place as he fucked her mouth.

He loved it when she got aggressive during sex and it hadn’t happened in a long time. Maybe I should deny her more often, he thought. His head tipped back and he let out a loud groan as she circled her tongue just under the head of his cock one more time.

Patience paid off when she took him deep into her mouth and began working those muscles around the sensitive tip of his shaft. Nothing could have stopped him from spilling down her throat after that, and the way she desperately tried to swallow every drop kept him on that edge of overstimulation until he was ready to scream.

When she finally sat back and wiped her mouth, he just let himself flop back on the bed panting. A few moments later he felt her removing his shoes one at a time, and then she began dragging his jeans down. It was all he could do to lift up to make it easier.

He cracked an eye so he could watch her strip her shirt off and drop it to the floor. She stood there, arms akimbo, frowning at him. “You’re too heavy to move, Daddy, so you’re going to have to scootch up yourself.”

Easier said than done. He sighed. “Alright, give me a minute, sweetheart. You about sucked the life out of me.” It was more like ten before he found the energy to get up and head for the bathroom to clean up. “Back in a sec,” he mumbled.

By the time he was back, she’d fixed the comforter and tucked herself under it to wait for him. She slid out to take her own turn in the bathroom but was soon back and snuggled against him.

“Are you sure about the twenty-four hour rule, Daddy?” Her voice was low and throaty, and her still-hot ass pushed back against him.

His cock, which should have been dead still, suddenly stirred and he groaned. “I’m sure, and you better behave yourself.”

“Or what? You won’t let me come?” The bratty tone was clear and obvious. Either she thought he was too tired to do anything about it, or she really thought a one-day wait was the worst he could do.

Wrong. “Or this,” he retorted as he shifted her hips just enough that his questing hand could work between her thighs. He sank his fingers into her hot pussy and stroked them up and down in slow swirling motions.

“Yessssss.” The word was a long low moan trickling from her lips, as her ass ground against him.

He circled her entrance a few times, drove two fingers deep inside, and then just … stopped. “Night, sweetheart.”

She didn’t realize at first what was happening. His fingers were still inside of her, and when they stopped moving, she tried rocking into his hand. It didn’t give her nearly enough friction to get anywhere and finally a sound of pure frustration burst from her. It was almost animalistic.

He stifled a laugh, and instead settled down comfortably to sleep, leaving his hand right where it was. It was mean, but she deserved it for pushing.

After a while, when she thought he was asleep, she tried to get herself off again, squirming against his hand, trying to ride his fingers. He went along with it, to a point. The muffled little moans were adorable, but when her body started to tense, preparing to climax…

“If you come it will be the last time for a while, and you’ll be getting the strap every night this week.” His voice was low and firm, no hint of sleepiness, just so she would know he’d been paying attention the entire time.

She froze, cursed, and finally slumped back with a long sigh. “I’m not sure I like you this way,” she grumbled.

“Yes, you do.” He pulled his fingers out of her, pausing to flick her clit hard enough to make her yelp. And then, for the sake of a decent night’s sleep, he turned over and presented his back to her.

Chapter Six

She wasn’t exactly sure when she finally fell asleep. Her ass ached and every time she moved she was reminded of the welts the strap had left behind. But the demanding pulse between her legs was the real problem. It was so so tempting to slide her hand down and fix that problem—but she took Carter’s threat seriously.

It was a long night, and she was grumpy in the morning, until Carter, or rather, Daddy, jollied her out of it. She bumped into him coming out of the bathroom and he was all smiles. Obviously he’d slept fine.

“Morning, sweetheart. I hope you have time for breakfast. I made pancakes, with corn in them, just the way you like it.” He kissed her on the forehead. “Come eat when you’re ready.”

Corn pancakes were her favorite thing, but she wasn’t normally a breakfast person, so she hardly ever got to have them. And Carter had always had a caretaker streak, but in the past couple of days that had deepened.

The energy between them felt lighter. There was more casual touching, more smiling and laughing. How could she be grumpy when her husband was leaning across the table to feed her bites of her favorite food.

But her good mood lasted only until she got to work. Edward had avoided her since Carter had handled the vacation situation, but that didn’t mean he was making her life easier. She found three client folders on her desk when she came in, extra work that needed to be done immediately.

There was also an off-putting aura in the office. None of her co-workers were talking to her, but they were sneaking a lot of looks in her direction. Allegra wasn’t especially close to any of the team, but they’d always been casually friendly until now. During an afternoon bathroom break, she found out what was going on and it left her absolutely furious.

“Edward says we’re all going to have to work overtime because of it,” Linda was saying as she pushed the ladies’ door open.

Melissa was right behind her. “Ugh, that’s so awful. I can’t believe she did that. I always thought she was nice.”

Neither woman knew Allegra was in the end stall, and when it became clear that they were talking about her, she went silent, listening. Doors banged as the women went into separate stalls, but the conversation continued through the wall.