Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 151

Who am I to you?

Apollo

I was never a clingy person. In fact, I hated clingy people. I never understood why anyone would constantly demand someone’s attention, why they would latch onto someone the way a child clings to a stuffed toy.

I never understood why my father had been so attached to my mother when she was alive, never leaving her side for a moment. But last night, I understood perfectly.

After cleaning Grace, changing her into something clean and placing her gently on my bed, I should have walked away. I should have left and focused on something else. But I couldn’t. No matter how many times I told myself to leave, I couldn’t pull myself away from her.

The way she looked asleep, her chest rising and falling, hair falling across her face, the way she curled into the sheets, I couldn’t bring myself to leave her side. For the first time in years, I did something I had never done for a woman, I stayed, holding her close, until the next morning.

When I woke, I knew she would be hungry after last night, so I woke early and cooked for her. I broke a lot of rules for her, acted in ways I never would have before.

Even now, my mind was unraveling. Since that kiss last night, I’d been insatiable, greedy for more. I couldn’t go a single minute without thinking about the softness of her lips, the way it felt to be with her.

She was an addiction I couldn’t fight. I needed her. I wanted her. Every thought of her sent fire through my veins, making my pulse spike.

Grace moaned into my mouth when I nipped her lower lip, and I immediately deepened the kiss, pressing my tongue into hers as if I could never get enough. My hand tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against me, while my other hand cradled her face, tilting her perfectly to devour every inch of her lips.

Fuck. She tasted intoxicating, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. Before I even realized it, my hand slammed against the table, sending several plates crashing to the floor. The sharp cracks of shattering porcelain made her flinch.

She was about to pull back and look at the fallen dishes, but I didn’t let her. My lips found hers again, tracing her upper lip, then pressing fully against her mouth. I lifted her onto the table, sliding between her legs, our mouths still locked together.

Her body responded to me perfectly. She wrapped her arms around my neck, trembling in my hold.

When she gasped, struggling for air, I pulled back, tracing my lips along her cheek, down her jaw, and settling on her neck. My eyes caught the marks I’d left yesterday, still bright and red, proof she belonged to me. Pride curled in my chest. I loved seeing her adorned in my things–my marks, my scent, my shirt, my cum. Every trace of me on her skin made my blood burn.

I kissed her neck, biting and sucking, doing exactly what I had done yesterday. She whimpered and shivered, breaking apart. “A–aah…Mr. Apollo-”

Without thinking, I slapped her ass lightly. She flinched at the contact, hips arching.

“Wrong,” I murmured, low and dark. “Don’t make me repeat myself, princess. You won’t like what happens the next time I correct you.”

I bit her neck one last time, harder than before. She moaned, body jerking against mine, and I lingered to lick the sting. The red mark left behind was brighter.

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“A–Apollo,” she gasped, fear and need tangled together in her voice. “What are you doing?”

Those wide, doe–like eyes staring at me pushed me further over the edge. Her lips were swollen from my kisses her skin flushed, hair tangled, every curve of her body trembling from my touch, I wanted more of her reactions more of her moans, more of the way she craved me.

I rested my hand on her thigh, just inches from where she ached for me, but I didn’t move further.

“Look at me, Grace.” I commanded.

She bit her lips and lifted her gaze to mine. My fingers pressed slightly against her skin possessively. My other hand slid up her ass, gripping it hard, pulling her closer to the edge of the table and closer to me.

“Who am I to you?”

Grace blinked, caught off guard. Her lips parted slightly, but she just froze, staring at me. When she didn’t answer, I grabbed her chin and dragged her lips back to mine. I kissed her, my teeth grazing her bottom lip. The moment her lips parted with a needy sigh, I slid my other hand lower. My fingers brushed her clit, making her jolt. Wetness immediately soaked my hand.

Damn. She wasn’t wearing panties. No wonder I’d felt something wet just from grazing her thigh. She was already dripping.

She tried to lean into the kiss, desperate for more, but I pulled back slightly, holding her gaze.

“I asked you a question, princess,” I murmured, my thumb sliding over her sensitive bundle of nerves in slow circles that made her legs shake. “Who am I to you?”

Her hips moved subtly, grinding on the thumb as if searching for friction, but my hand on her ass stopped her.

“Answer me.”

“…my boss?” she whispered.

I didn’t like it. I hated it. That answer made my chest tighten, and I felt possessive. Without a word, I slid my finger inside her. Her head fell back, eyes rolling, a cry tearing from her throat. “Oh God!”

Her walls clamped around me immediately, squeezing my finger. But I didn’t let her take me in. I pulled out before she could even breathe, her slickness coating my finger to the knuckle. Then I lifted it to my mouth and sucked it clean. Her sweet taste hit me instantly. I groaned, watching her eyes widen, her chest rising fast. The moment she realized what I was doing, her whole body jerked, as if the sight alone aroused her.

“Oh… fuck.” she moaned.

I brought the same finger back to her, stroking up and down her slit slowly, teasing her. I didn’t enter her this time, but it was so slippery, so slick with her arousal, that a slip would have been inevitable if I wanted.

“Do you let all your bosses lift you onto their table and fuck you?” I murmured into her ear, my lips brushing her skin. “Or do you really think I fuck every employee and eat them out the way I’m about to eat you?”

I pressed the pad of my finger to her entrance.

She tried to pull me in, her body clenching, but I denied her and circled her clit instead. “This body, this wet little pussy…” Her legs trembled violently. “And the way you cum the second I touch you, only I can do that to you.”

“So, answer me properly, princess.” I dragged my mouth down her jaw, my breath hot against her neck. “Who am I to you.”