Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 14

**Across Distant Skies Lies Hope Waiting To Be Found by Kade Rowan Flint**

**14**

**CONTENT: I can take it, daddy**

**Garcia**

**Flashback**

“Did you just say dream?”

I gazed up at the striking man towering over me, my heart racing like a wild stallion. He was stunning, like a vision pulled directly from my deepest fantasies. Slowly, I nodded, a slow smile creeping across my lips, feeling a mixture of excitement and disbelief.

“Yes, dream. You’re the man of my dreams. But I must confess, I didn’t expect you to be… well, older. You’re undeniably hot, don’t get me wrong, but I never thought I had a thing for older men. Are all older men as attractive as you?” The words slipped out before I could stop them, a playful challenge dancing in my voice.

I licked my lips, my gaze drifting down to where his impressive arousal pressed against my clit, heat radiating from him. My breath hitched in my throat, a thrill coursing through my veins. “Well, I suppose I’m done with boys and their little dicks. I want something substantial.”

His eyebrow arched, a frown creasing his handsome features as he raked a hand through his tousled hair. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, a telltale sign of either contemplation or irritation. When they reopened, they were dark, smoldering with an intensity that made my heart race. He reached out, his fingers gripping my chin firmly, tugging my mouth open. Wait, was he going to kiss me? My pulse quickened, anticipation swirling within me. But instead of pressing his lips to mine… he inhaled?

Hold on. Did he just sniff me?

My eyes widened in surprise. Was this dream about to take a wild turn? Was he some kind of werewolf? Was I his destined mate? Was he checking me out before marking me?

A thrill of excitement coursed through me. But then he pulled back, and the disgust etched on his face felt like a slap, cutting through the haze of my fantasies.

“You’re drunk,” he said, his tone flat and devoid of sympathy.

I shook my head vehemently. “No, I’m not drunk.”

The way he scrutinized me made my stomach twist with anxiety, as if my denial was grating on his last nerve. But I refused to back down.

“Okay, fine. So what?” I shrugged, a playful smirk dancing on my lips. “This is just a dream anyway. It doesn’t matter. You should just fuck me already.”

“You’re in my bed,” he replied, his voice low and laced with danger, “wearing lingerie, and you think this is a dream? How bold of you.”

He leaned back, something hardening in his gaze. “I’ll call someone to take you back. Clearly, I’ve made a mistake entertaining this foolish little game.”

He turned, preparing to leave, but oh, no way was that happening. Before I could think, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him back to me. He paused, clearly taken aback. And despite the restraints still binding my hands, I twisted, rolled, and caught him off-guard until I found myself straddling him.

Me, on top of him.

Oh, hell yes.

The sight of him beneath me, the sculpted lines of his muscles and the fierce intensity in his gaze, was almost overwhelming. I had never encountered anything so irresistibly hot in my life.

He stared up at me, his jaw clenched tight. “What do you think you’re doing?”

I let out a soft laugh, leaning in closer until my lips were mere inches from his. “What do you think? I’m just returning the favor for that mind-blowing orgasm.”

My fingers trailed down his chest, exploring the defined ridges of his abs. My hand dipped lower, inching towards the undeniable erection barely concealed by that infuriating towel.

Seriously, how was that thing still hanging on? I had never loathed a piece of fabric more in my life. I glanced at him, and he looked like he was barely holding it together.

“Get off,” he growled, but instead, I shifted my hips, pressing down against his cock. The jolt of pleasure that shot through me made my eyes flutter shut. If he felt even half of what I did, he must be dying inside.

“You’re no fun,” I whispered, grinding against him. “You’re like an old man. Maybe all you need is someone younger to show you how to live again.”

He looked at me as if I were the most ridiculous creature he’d ever encountered, as if no one had ever dared to act this foolishly in front of him. But honestly, I couldn’t care less.

Whatever rationality I once possessed had long since evaporated. The only thought pulsing through my mind, echoing through my entire being, was one desperate plea: I need that cock inside me.

I rocked my hips against him, grinding along the thick, aching length beneath me. I had already come, and the aftershocks still trembled through my body. The friction was intoxicating. My eyes fluttered shut as a moan escaped my lips. “God… this feels so good. You’re so big and hard.”

Leaning down, my mouth brushed against his jaw, my breath warm against his skin. “I know you want this. You can act indifferent all you want, but your body isn’t lying to me.”

“You’ve got this perfect body and that cock? God, I bet it would ruin me. Stretch me until I can’t think straight.”

I moved my hips again, grinding harder, letting him feel just how wet I still was. “Come on, let go for once. Use me. Fuck me. I can take it, daddy.”

The hotel.

The wrong hotel room.

The hot stranger in a towel.

A groan escaped my lips as I clutched my head in disbelief.

“I threw myself at him,” I whispered, horror mounting with each passing second. “Oh my God, I literally tried to seduce a stranger in his room while drunk!”

And this morning… I buried my face in my hands. This morning, I had blamed him. Accused him of taking advantage of me like some creep. But it wasn’t him.

I was the damn creep.

I crawled into his bed, mumbled some nonsense about dreams and dicks, and acted like I was in the middle of a steamy fantasy novel. I even licked my lips.

Shame washed over me like a cold wave. My cheeks flushed hot. I dropped my head into my hands and groaned. “I want to die.”

Just then, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached for it blindly, half-hoping it was just a spam email so I’d have an excuse to scream into a pillow.

**Notification: You have been alerted 10,000,000.00 USD.**

I blinked, then blinked again.

“What?” I whispered, disbelief creeping into my voice.

I opened the full notification and stared at the staggering numbers.

**You have received 10,000,000.00 USD.**

I gaped at the screen, my mind racing.

“What the actual hell?!”