Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 145

I’ll fill you until there’s no space left to fill

Apollo

How many years had it been since I last kissed someone on the lips? Since I last felt this alive?

It was too many. Long enough that I stopped counting, Long enough that the memory of warmth had faded into something dull and distant. Long enough that sorrow became routine.

And yet a drunken girl walked into my hotel room one night, and cracked something open inside me.

It was like living in a dark, enclosed place for so long that I forgot light existed, and then suddenly, there it was. And the moment I saw it, I chased it.

This woman was becoming that light.

And now that I finally had it, I wasn’t going to let it go. I would rather die than let her go.

I was going to make Grace mine.

I kissed her harder, my hands tightening on her waist, keeping her pressed against me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, trying to match me, but she couldn’t, my pace was fast, ruthless, and hungry. When I bit her bottom lip, she gasped, and I took advantage of the opening, sliding my tongue into her mouth like I had been waiting years for this exact moment.

God, she tasted good.

A sound left her throat, desperate and needy, and I nearly lost control right there.

I was a bastard for waiting this long. A bastard for denying her kisses. A bastard for arriving late tonight.

She pressed a hand to my chest lightly and I understood her signal immediately. She couldn’t breathe. My jaw tightened, and it took everything in me to pull back.

She gasped for air, her face flushed, lips swollen, eyes wide and glazed with need. Somehow, she looked even more beautiful like this. And she was dripping onto my pants.

Shit, that was so fucking sexy.

My entire body pulsed with heat. That sight alone could have ruined me. I took her hand gently, turned it palm- down, and brought it to my lips. I didn’t break eye contact.

Her breath hitched. She looked at me like she didn’t recognize me. Like she didn’t know this version of me existed.

Honestly, I didn’t either.

I kissed her hand again, moving upward with slow kisses that made her body shift beneath me, her thighs tightening instinctively. Every movement of hers begged for me.

I reached her shoulder and pressed my lips there, her skin warm and impossibly soft under my mouth. When I finally reached her neck, I slowed, pressing my face into her skin and inhaling deeply. She smelled like flowers, intoxicating and delicate, and it made my pulse quicken.

I kissed the length of her neck, up to the tip of her red ear. She gasped the moment my lips touched it. I paused there, nibbled lightly, and kissed it again.

“Go on, princess, tell me. What else do you want daddy to do for you?” I whispered into her ear, my voice low, and husky,

She stared at me, wide–eyed, her breathing ragged, chest rising in sharp little bursts. Her face burned an even deeper shade of red than before. And God, I knew she could feel just how hard I was. The way her hips shifted

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made it clear she felt every inch of me, every throb pressing against her, growing harder with each second she stayed perched on me.

I wanted to be inside her, buried so deep I’d forget my own damn name. But I held myself still. She needed time, especially after everything that had happened in the restroom.

At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. But she clearly didn’t care about patience. She moved. Slow at first, a tiny shift of her hips. Then she ground herself deliberately against me, pressing every inch of her warmth into me. I could feel how desperately wet she already was through those soaked panties. A tremor shot down my spine, sharp enough that I almost grabbed her hips and slammed her down.

My jaw clenched painfully.

She knew exactly what she was doing to me.

She lifted her gaze to mine, pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted as if she could barely breathe.

“I want your fingers and your cock in me. I don’t care how, just fuck me with all of it. Please. I need to feel you filling and stuffing me with it.”

Everything inside me snapped.

I stared at her like she’d just stripped every last ounce of control from me. Fuck, there was no patience left in my body, not when she begged like that.

I reached up, loosened my tie in one sharp pull, and slid it off my neck. Her breath hitched. She didn’t resist when I grabbed her wrists, she simply let me guide her arms behind her back. The moment the silk wrapped around her skin, her lashes fluttered, and a soft sound escaped her. 1

She wanted to touch me so badly. I saw it in the way her fingers curled uselessly in the restraint. But not tonight, she wasn’t doing anything.

I let my gaze travel down her body, unhurried. Her legs parted instinctively, offering more. Her dress had ridden up her thighs completely, bunching around her hips.

She whimpered. “A–Apollo…”

I looked up slowly, savoring the way she trembled. “Patience, princess,” I said, letting my voice drop. “You asked for me. You’re going to get all of me. I’ll give you what you want. I’ll fill you until there’s no space left to fill.”

A shudder rolled through her entire body. Her back arched, tied hands straining as if the words alone pushed her closer to the edge.

I lifted my hand to my mouth and pressed two fingers against my tongue. I dragged them slowly across it, making sure she watched every second. Her eyes locked onto the motion, her breathing growing uneven.

When my fingers were slick enough, I rested one hand on her waist, keeping her exactly where I wanted her. Then, I slipped my other hand between her thighs.

Her breath hitched sharply. I moved her panties aside.

Heat rushed up at me, she was wet, and warm. My fingers brushed her, and she gasped like even that small touch was too much.

“Look at me,” I murmured.

She did.

And then I slid my fingers inside her.

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