Chapter 0255

“Never.” He draws me against his solid frame. His mouth captures mine in a searing kiss. It’s desperate. Hungry. When he pulls back, my lips feel swollen. Aching for more. “It’s only you, Isabella. Always you.”

His gaze holds mine. It feels like he’s seeing straight into my soul. My heart hammers against my ribs. A deep, throbbing need coils tight low in my belly. His palm cups me through my shorts. His fingers move in a slow, deliberate circle. He can definitely feel how soaked I am.

“DADDY! Where are you?” Charlotte’s high-pitched shout cuts through the moment.

“Sorry.” His murmur is rough against my skin. “If that was an adult, I’d make them wait. I’d bend you over this sink and take you right now.”

“It’s fine. Go. I can handle this myself.” I give him a wicked grin.

His lips brush the sensitive spot just below my ear. “Don’t even think about it.” His teeth graze my earlobe in a warning.

But I make no promises. His idea of punishment is usually multiple, shattering orgasms until I’m completely spent. I’m not exactly going to protest that.

Zachary shuts the door behind him. My hand slips into my panties. My fingers trace slow circles above my clit. I imagine it’s his tongue.

A soft moan escapes me as I slide a finger between my slick folds. His voice instantly fills my mind. ‘I said don’t.’

It only makes the ache worse. ‘Then come and stop me.’ I shoot back through our link.

Silence.

Less than sixty seconds later, the door flies open. It nearly rips from its hinges.

He slams it shut with equal force. His eyes lock on me. The hard line of his cock strains against his jeans.

“What did I say?” His voice is a low growl. My own moans grow louder.

I try to maintain eye contact.

“Let me see.” It’s a command. His fingers hook into the waistband of my shorts and underwear. He yanks them down to my ankles. A deep, possessive sound rumbles in his chest at the sight of my glistening fingers.

“On the bed. Now.” He orders. “Don’t stop.”

I sit on the edge. He drops to his knees before me. He spreads my legs wide. His fingers skim the outer edges of my clit. A shudder of pure pleasure wracks my body.

He unzips his jeans. His freed cock stands thick and hard. He wraps a hand around himself, stroking slowly. His eyes never leave my working fingers.

“Oh, Zachary.” I mumble, biting back a scream.

His eyes flick up to mine. Then his tongue is on me. It flicks my clit with rapid, expert strokes. I keep fingering myself.

“Zachary!” My head falls back. My eyes roll. He suddenly pulls my fingers away. He drives his tongue deep inside me.

I fist my hands in his hair. I ride his face as my climax crashes over me.

I collapse back onto the bed with a breathless laugh. It turns into a sharp squeal. He sheathes his cock fully inside me in one brutal thrust.

He rocks his hips. He pulls my legs up over his shoulders. He leans forward. I’m curled so tightly I can watch him. I can see his slick length plunging in and out of me. My own juices glisten on him with every movement. It makes him drive into me harder.

“Fuck.” The word is a strangled gasp. It feels like he’s reaching my throat. Each thrust wrings a cry from my lips.

I begin to clench around him. He suddenly pulls out. He flips me onto my stomach before I can process it.

He slams back into me. Just as deep. Just as rough. My juices coat him. My pussy grips him tightly.

He leans over me, thrusting in short, sharp movements. Then he lifts me. He sits on the edge of the bed. He pulls me back onto his lap until I’m facing the large mirror.

His chest is against my back. His throbbing cock fills me completely. His hands play with my nipples. I let my head fall back against his shoulder. He thrusts up into me.