Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 19

She sobbed out a moan,

“Fuck!”

I sucked gently on her clit, then pulled back and said, “One more. Just for fun.”

Smack.

Her whole body jolted, and she whimpered, “Six…”

Her legs gave out a little, but I caught her hips, guiding her gently upright, pressing her back against my chest. Her hair fell over her shoulders, messy strands clinging to her back.

“You took it so well, baby,” I growled. “But now I need to see you come.”

I grabbed her hips, rubbing her raw skin, then guided the head of my cock to her slick entrance.

Her whole body tensed in anticipation.

I leaned forward, whispering into her ear as I teased her slit with the tip, “Should I punish you more, and pull my cock away?”

She shook her head furiously. “No-no, I was wrong. I need it. I need you.”

I slid just the tip inside and pulled back.

She cried out in frustration, pushing her hips back to chase me.

“Beg me, princess, beg for your punishment to become your reward.”

“Please, daddy,” she begged. “Fuck me, please. I’ll be good. Just fuck me.”

That was all I needed.

I slammed into her in one hard, deep thrust, burying myself to theilt.

She screamed, arching hard into the counter as her pussy clamped round me, already pulsing.

“F-Fuck,” she sobbed. “You’re so deep-”

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I paused, savoring the feeling of her wrapped so tight around me, soaking wet, warm and tight. She was perfect.

“For someone who hates being spanked, you’re dripping all over my cock.”

“Mmmmm…” She moaned.

Shit, I couldn’t get enough of this.

I held her waist, and started to move.

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Every thrust made her whimper, her fingers clawing at the counter as she took every inch I gave her. Her body was shaking, already close again, and I knew she wouldn’t last long.

I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, already swollen and soaked. I rubbed it firmly, matching every deep thrust with tight little circles that made her cry out louder.

Her pussy clenched harder, pulling me in with every stroke.

“D-Daddy, I, oh God-I’m gonna-”

“Come,” I growled, pounding into her now, my cock hitting her spot. “Come on my cock like a good fucking girl.”

Her body tensed violently as she came, walls clenching down around me in rapid spasms.

I fucked her through it, chased my own release as her body milked me, begged for it without words. My grip on her hips tightened to bruising, my thrusts turning harder.

“Fuck, princess-” I groaned as I buried myself deep one last time my orgasm slamming into me. I spilled into her, groaning low in her ear, my hips jerking as I emptied every drop inside her.

She whimpered again, her body going limp beneath me.

I stayed there, deep inside her, panting against her shoulder, her body still twitching in the aftermath.

I slowly pulled out, watching with dark satisfaction as my cum spilled from her, dripping down the insides of her thighs.

I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. My hand slid along her spine.

I scooped her up effortlessly, her soft gasp brushing against my ear as I placed her on the counter. My body stayed flush against hers, keeping her caged between me and the cold surface.

I dipped my head, pressing it into the curve of her neck, breathing her in. God, she smelled so damn good.

My lips grazed her skin, and I licked a slow line along her neck, tasting her.

“Let me continue this in the bed, with your legs spread, my mouth on your pussy, and your moans echoing off these walls.”

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You tore my dress

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My eyes flew wide, and I slowly came back to my senses.

My chest rose and fell in sharp breaths as I placed a hand against his chest, trying to steady myself, or maybe to push him away At this point, my body and mind were at war with each other.

My thighs still trembled, my lips were swollen, and my entire body pulsed with aftershocks of pleasure.

What just happened?

How did it go from me leaving, to me bent over his counter, his hands gripping my hips, and his cock still hard, pressing against me like he hadn’t had enough?

I blinked hard, forcing myself to breathe.

It was too easy.

It was terrifying how easy it was for him to make me lose control. To melt beneath his touch. To crave him so badly, I’d let him take me like that.

This wasn’t good.

I looked up at him. His dark blue eyes stared back. And that’s when it really hit me.

This man was too dangerous. Everything about Hades screamed of a world I had no business getting involved in.

I couldn’t afford a man like this in my life.

Men like that didn’t love, they owned. They consumed you, wore you down, until there was nothing left but what they wanted you to be. I’d seen it in Matthew. I lived it. And I was not doing it again.

Hades raised a brow, his silence pressing on me. I bit my lip and forced the words out before I lost my nerve.

“T-Thank you for last night,” I said, barely louder than a whisper. You really saved me. You stood up to my boyfriend… ex- boyfriend, and for a while, you made me forget everything. So, thank you. I really appreciate it.”

He finally stepped back, crossing his arms across that perfect ches

“I’m guessing there’s a ‘but’ coming.”

“But…” I said, fingers nervously toying with each other, “I have to leave now. And I’d really appreciate it if this was the last time we see each other.”

I swallowed. “After all, this was just a one-night stand.”

The silence that followed felt like it lasted forever.

My heart beat faster, bracing for what might come next. Most men didn’t take rejection well, they turned cruel, defensive, and quick to insult. I knew how easily lust could curdle into venom.

So I waited for it.

I waited for the sting of some biting comment. For him to scoff or laugh or tell me I wasn’t that good anyway. Instead, a low chuckle slipped from his throat.

I flinched, and looked up.

He was laughing?

The laugh didn’t sound mocking, or rude. It was just a low, rich sound that vibrated throughout my every being. And somehow, it made my heart skip a beat.

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“W-What?” I managed, confused.

His lips curved into that signature smirk, the one that should honestly be illegal. Someone should’ve arrested him for it.

“This is the first time a woman has never rejected my advances.”

I stared at him. He didn’t look angry. If anything, he looked intrigued, eyes glittering like I’d just become his new favorite challenge. Like I was a puzzle he couldn’t wait to unravel.

“Fine, even though it’s disappointing, I’ll stop for today.”

For today?

He gave me a lazy smile as he reached down and tugged his boxers and sweatpants back on, the movement unhurried, almost like he was giving me a show.

He walked around the counter, giving me space.

I finally moved, my legs still a little shaky, and stepped down from the counter. I reached for my panties and slid them back on as quickly as possible, trying not to feel how damp they were.

I glanced up. He had the fridge open now, pulling out a cold bottle of water.

He walked back over to me and held the bottle out.

“Would you like something to eat before you leave?”

I took the bottle and shook my head, avoiding his eyes. “No. This is fine. I’m not really hungry.”

He tilted his head, studying me with a smile. “Hmm, I thought all that sex would’ve worn you out by now.” He stepped closer, voice lowering to a murmur. “But I guess you’ve still got some energy left. Shouldn’t we put it to good use?”

My face flushed instantly. I held my clothes tighter, as if that could somehow stop him from doing whatever he wanted. “S-Stop having those nasty thoughts. We’ve done it so many times. Aren’t you tired?”

He shrugged, completely unbothered. “Tired? Why would I be tired when everything about you is this tempting?”

His eyes dipped, trailing down my legs, lingering on my curves. And just like that, my body betrayed me. My thighs pressed together without permission, desperate for friction.

“W-well,” I stammered, gripping the bottle. “I really do have to go now.”

I turned to leave, half-hoping he wouldn’t say anything. But of course,

“Wait.”

I closed my eyes, sighing inwardly. Here it comes. He was going to stop me. Try to lure me back in. Suggest we go another round, or worse, say something sweet that would completely shatter what little sense I had left.

I turned around slowly, bracing myself.

“You shouldn’t try to stop me,” I said quickly, before he could speak. “I’m really leaving.”

He blinked at me, and for a moment, it looked like he wanted to laugh. But instead, he stepped toward and lifted his hand, fingers brushing against my skin as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his knuckles grazing my cheek.

He leaned in, and I instinctively leaned back, bumping into the wall behind me.

“Stopping you?” he said, voice low and amused. “When did I try to stop you?”

His lips hovered just above mine.

“Or… do you want to be stopped?”

My heart jumped into my throat.

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I looked away, fast. “O-of course not. I was just asking-

“Then why did you assume?” he asked, still smiling.

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I didn’t answer. Then his gaze dipped again, this time to my thighs

“Although, I do love seeing you in just my shirt, with your pretty as peeking out…” He leaned even closer, and my breath hitched. “I’d rather be the only one who gets to see it.”

I looked down.

I was still wearing only his shirt, that hardly covered me. My legs were bare, and my thighs flushed.

I clutched the hem and tugged it down. “I had no choice. You tore my dress.”

He tilted his head innocently, as if he couldn’t remember. Liar.

I crossed my arms, the hem of his shirt barely covering my thighs.Do you even know how much that dress cost?”

“Does money matter?”

“Matthew “I hesitated. “My ex-boyfriend gave it to me.”

At that, Hades’ expression shifted. His eyes flashed.

I hurried to add, “I just… I want to return it to him. I don’t want to owe him anything.”

He said, casually, “Don’t worry. I’ll get you another dress.”

“What?”

“You should just throw away all his things, I’m richer than him. I’ get you whatever you want.”

I pressed my lips into a tight line, not answering.

“I’m serious, I’m richer than that little ex of yours.”

I gave him a flat look. “You might be rich,” I said carefully. “But I doubt you’re richer than Matthew.”

“Oh?”

“You have no idea who his father is,” I muttered.

He raised an eyebrow, mildly interested. “Is that so?” He stepped toward me slowly. “And who is his father?”

I froze.

If I really told him who Matthew’s adoptive father was, he might start watching over his shoulder. Hades had already caused a scene last night.

“Just be careful. And avoid Matthew, please. His adoptive father is dangerous.”

That was putting it mildly, but Hades looked bored. “Are you worried about me, princess?” he asked, voice low and laced with

amusement.

My breath hitched.

Was I?

I didn’t have time to answer because a knock suddenly echoed from the other side of the door.

I jolted, spinning toward it instinctively.

“Relax,” Hades murmured, placing a warm hand on my waist. “It just my secretary.”

He walked away without another word and opened the door. A few econds later, he returned, holding a bag in one hand. He

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handed it to me, and I took it, pulling it open to see what was inside

Jeans.

“What’s that?”

“What else? Something to wear. I asked my secretary to bring them before you woke up.”

I stared at the jeans, then at him.

“You could’ve just asked for a dress,” I said slowly. “Why jeans?”

He smirked. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You-“I narrowed my eyes at him, crossing my arms tighter. “You just wanted to make sure I left here wearing your shirt.”

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There was no other explanation.

The only reason he would buy me jeans and not a dress was to make sure I kept wearing his shirt.

How the hell did he even think that far ahead?

It was like every single move he made, whether intentional or not, always spun itself into some advantage for him. Maybe he didn’t mean to tear my dress last night, but the second it happened, he’d used it like a playing card in a game I didn’t know I was part of.

If I was right, and I was rarely wrong about people, okay, maybe I was wrong about Matthew, but I was right about this. This wasn’t the kind of man you messed with.

He was the kind who turned every situation in his favor without lifting a finger.

I tried, for the hundredth time, to read his expression, but his face was frustratingly calm.

He gave a lazy shrug, as if reading my mind.

“You think too much,” he said, completely unbothered. “I remembered I tore your dress, so I told my secretary to grab jeans. I have plenty of shirts lying around, no need to waste money.”

He said it so casually, like it made perfect sense. But I still couldn’t tell if he was lying.

I shook my head, trying not to think too much. It didn’t matter. At least he got me something to wear. I had no idea how I would’ve managed walking out of the hotel in just his shirt and panties. People would’ve taken one look at me and gasped.

I grabbed the jeans and slid them on.

They fit perfectly.

I blinked, staring down at my legs. I was more on the slim, curvy side. These jeans hugged my waist and sat perfectly on my hips. The fabric was soft, and looked expensive.

I ran my hand along the seams, admiring the feel of it.

I could feel Hades’ gaze on me so I looked up.

He was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, his eyes dark and locked on me. Lingering on my hips, and my thighs. His gaze wasn’t just heated, it looked possessive, as if he was the only one that had the right to see me look this way.

“Thank you,” I muttered, awkwardly adjusting the waistband.

“Just thank you?” he asked. “Don’t you think I deserve more than that?”

I blinked.

He had a point. He had helped me, protected me, given me something to wear, and covered for me.

I bit my lip. “T-then what do you want?”

He grinned. It wasn’t warm, it wasn’t even sweet.