Remembering how sensitive my father is, I project a smile. "You're such a softy."
He shrugs. "Yeah."
I leave my father's office with my mind and body in a state of absolute exhaustion. The need to choose whose side I'm on seeps through me like dye, spreading out and changing the very essence of me. My heart.My morals.I accepted the gun. Accepted that in his line of work he hurts people. But can I accept that he's capable of real brutality?
Walking out onto the veranda, I stare across at Carter who is leaning patiently by his car. He's a good man. And he works for Max. Max doesn't hurt people like me. . . And he's a great judge of character. . . Blinking a few times, I realise it's not a hard decision.
I trust Max. Always. Blindly or not, I do.
Nodding at Carter, I climb into the car.
Max
I pushopen the bedroom door, and Cassidy sits up in our bed, batting her eyelashes as though they are made of solid lead. Carter wasn't wrong. Sheisexhausted. She's been pushing herself with ballet. With fighting the urge to sleep just to be awake for when I get home. I can't allow this.
"What time is it?" she murmurs, wiping at her half-mast eyes.
I don't answer.
Instead, I walk towards her and stop just shy of the bed. As I trace her naked little tits and smooth stomach with my gaze, my cock stirs within the confinements of my pants.
Tucking my hands into my pockets, I frown at her. "You should be asleep."
"I worry about you."
Well fuck.I try to soften my expression. Not cocky or smug, just gentle and reassuring. "You don't need to, little one."
Rolling her shoulder up, she looks down at my spot on the bed. "Imissyou." I stare at her for a moment, stare at this sweet little girl in my bed wanting me. Needing me.
Climbing onto her hands and knees, she crawls towards me. Her pink-blonde hair hangs down her back and plunges over her shoulders. Her petite but curvy, naked body moves provocatively to the edge of the bed. She takes a big breath in before arching her neck to meet my narrowed eyes. Her lips are set into a coy little curve and her hazel eyes, glossy with fatigue, gaze up at me through thick heavy lashes.
What does my little ballerina want?
To suck my dick?
My cock fills quickly with all the blood now pumping fiercely from my heart, causing it to span out across my thigh. Reaching down, I stroke her hair and then drag my thumb along her lower lip. I run my gaze down between her shoulder blades, to her little back, and over the crease of her backside. She leans up on her heels, and now I'm staring at those perfect, pert little mounds on her chest and the lips of her pussy. I reach for my belt and slowly unbuckle it, not taking my eyes off her.
Throwing it into the corner of my room, I ask, "Do you want to suck my dick?"
She nods, a glow hitting her cheeks. She licks her lips and, with shaky hands, reaches to unbutton my pants and draw down my zipper. When she pulls me out, she inhales quickly. I follow the roll of her throat as she swallows.
Her eyes bat heavily again - sleepily.
She's too tired to suck me. So before the temptation to force those lovely bow-shaped lips around my cock grows too great, I brush my fingers through the soft, satin-like strands at her crown. "Little one, you're tired." I take a step backwards. "Lay down on your stomach."
My erection knocks on my shirt as I wait for her to move back into the centre of the mattress and lay down.
She twists her head to the side, blinking at me sleepily. "But I want you."
Leisurely, I remove all my clothes - shoes, pants, shirt, tie, boxers - as I caress her physique with my eyes. She starts to pant as if she can really feel my gaze. I crawl towards her little body, sliding over her legs and burying my face between her arse cheeks.
"Oh God," she murmurs as I lick her arsehole. When she pulses against my tongue, I dip inside her and then mouth the tight muscles around her rim. She bucks, so I pin her down with my body. "Max."
She's too good to me. She lets me pervert her. I want every part of her. Want to eat every inch of her. As my tongue fucks her arse, my lips and teeth mark everywhere else. I palm her cheeks, and she wriggles around beneath me. I fuck the mattress with my hips, groaning at the thought of what she lets me do to her. Sensation suddenly draws my balls up. I could eat her arse all day. But I want to come. Fill her.
Breaking away, I move up to hover over her. She twists her head. When I scroll my eyes over her pinkened cheek, the sweat tracing her freckle-dotted nose, and her open panting mouth, I grin. Bracing her thighs together with my legs, I lean on one elbow and reach down to stroke her pussy lips with my fingers.Fuck.She's dripping. I position the crown of my cock below the seam of her arse, rubbing the sensitive outer folds. I groan, needing my release. But I'm so fucking turned on, if I go too hard and fast, I'll come too quick.
Pressing her flat to the mattress with my body, I begin to slide into her. Slow, shallow thrusts that tease us both. She moans, lifting into me, her greedy little pussy wanting more. I growl. Unable to deny her silent demand, I give her what she wants, sinking in until I can feel the end of her and then pushing harder still.