Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 187

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Grace

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I looked up at him, my eyes locking with his, and moaned when I saw that familiar fire in his gaze, the one that told me he wanted to take control. Every muscle in him was rigid, and my body responded instantly. I could feel myself trembling, needing him in ways I hadn’t been able to contain.

Slowly, I pulled back, letting a thin line of spit fall from my lips. I gave him a daring smile and licked my lips, You can fuck my mouth, Mr. Reed.”

The instant my words hit him, his eyes darkened, pupils dilated, and he let out a low, guttural hiss.

“Shit, princess.” he growled, his voice rough.

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Without hesitation, I sank back down, taking him fully into my mouth, swallowing him deep despite the stretch, letting him fill me completely. I gagged lightly, my throat straining, but I held him, tasting every inch, feeling him twitch and pulse in response to me.

Before I knew it, his hand was on me, gripping my hair with authority. A shiver ran down my spine as I gasped around him, feeling his dominance radiate. He pulled my hair and thrust his hips hard into my mouth. He cursed when he hit the back of my throat, then pulled out and thrust back in again.

His hips moved slowly at first, testing me, and I adjusted instinctively, moving with him, lips stretched, throat stretched, swallowing and bobbing in time with the movements he dictated. Each deep thrust made him groan, eyes dark, and his hands clutching at me, asserting his claim. My own hands braced against him, stroking the base, rolling his balls in my palm.

He thrust and I gagged again, my eyes watering, but I kept my gaze locked on him, watching the tension in his jaw, the way his hips jerked in time with my mouth, the way his breath hitched with each movement. He was relentless, and commanding.

“That’s it, princess. Keep that pretty mouth of yours wide for me.” He growled, pulling me closer by my hair, forcing me to take him even deeper. I gagged again, stretched, lips slick and warm around him. His deep, rough groans echoed through the room.

I adjusted, letting my tongue tease the sensitive underside, flicking at the tip, rolling around him with fast strokes. I could feel his body tightening, and I loved the way he reacted, how he couldn’t help himself.

He let out a sharp hiss, groaning my name, hips pressing harder, forcing me to take more of him. My chest pressed against his lower abdomen, my legs clenching tightly as I felt him twitch in my mouth. His hips drove harder against me, and I knew he was close. I didn’t pull away, not even as his movements became more erratic and desperate.

“Ah, fuck. I’m coming.” His jaw tightened, hair tumbling across his face, his breath hitching. His hands gripped my hair firmly, holding me in place, thrusting faster into my mouth. I gagged lightly, swallowing him as he pulsed, tasting him fully, letting him drive me to the edge of my limits.

I felt the first shudder roll through him, a deep groan escaping his lips as he came into my mouth. My throat stretched around him, swallowing instinctively, letting him pour himself into me. He trembled, hips jerking with each pulse, and I held him close, my hand stroking the base in rhythm.

His head fell back slightly, breathing hard, eyes fixed on me. My legs pressed together tightly, holding him against me, feeling every spasm as he came down from the peak, still clutching my hair.

I let him ride out the waves, bobbing gently, my lips slick and warm When he finally relaxed, letting go of my hair.

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I pulled back slightly, swallowing everything, my throat aching yet full. My lips glistened as I licked them, tasting him, and for a brief moment, our gazes met. His eyes darkened instantly, a mix of need and a flicker of awe reflected in his gaze.

My pulse spiked at the sight. I wanted to say something, but before a word could form, his hand wrapped around mine.

He tugged gently but firmly, and I gasped as my balance gave way. I stumbled forward and fell onto the bed, and before I could even react, he was on top of me, chest pressing against mine, lips claiming mine in a deep, searing kiss. My hands threaded into his hair instinctively, moaning into him as my body arched toward him, letting him dominate the kiss entirely.

His hands were everywhere. One hand slid along my spine, pressing me down, while the other found the waistband of my pants. With a swift motion, he ripped them down, throwing them across the room without a word.

My heart thudded in my chest, heat pooling low, my body trembling at how fast and demanding he was. He kissed me again, lips and tongue claiming mine as though he had been holding back for too long.

Before I could catch my breath, his fingers found my clit, rubbing me expertly. My hips instinctively pressed into him, and I could feel myself clenching around him, slick from the pleasure I’d already given him. But before I knew it, he pushed two fingers in at once, and my eyes went wide at the intrusion. He didn’t pause or slow down, keeping a relentless rhythm that made me see stars.

“Oh my God!” My back arched, nails digging into his shoulders as I tried to hold myself together, but he had me completely to himself. He pulled his fingers out and thrust back in like a man possessed, and I moaned again, louder this time, my body quivering under him.

Every movement was precise and demanding, his fingers curling, pressing against me in exactly the right way, hitting all the spots that made my body twist with pleasure. My breathing hitched, and I could feel myself dripping for him.

I tried to steady myself, but he wasn’t done. His other hand moved to grip my hips, holding me still as he fucked into me with those relentless fingers.

“Mmm… ah! Yes!” My moans became ragged, and, high–pitched, lost somewhere between shock and pleasure. He pulled them out and pushed back in again, making my body jerk.

I gasped as his thumb pressed just right, rubbing and hitting my clit simultaneously. My hands clawed at his shoulders, nails digging in as my back arched, eyes rolling back in a haze of pleasure.

He leaned down closer, lips brushing against the curve of my neck, and I shivered as he pressed a wet kiss along my skin. Then, just like I had marked him before, he nipped and bit at a single spot, teeth grazing my flesh.

“A–Apollo.” I gasped, my body trembling, because it wasn’t just pleasure, it was marking me as his. The way he moved above me, chest pressing down, fingers deep inside me, mouth on my neck, made me feel like I was his entirely.

My thighs clenched around his arm, legs shaking.

“Grace…” His low, rough voice rumbled against my ear.

He added another finger to the sensation, pressing and curling, moving faster inside me, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out, letting the pleasure overwhelm me.

“Shhh…” he murmured, low and rough, lips brushing my ear, “You’re mine, Grace, all mine.”

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Grace

I gasped, chest rising and falling rapidly, body trembling, heat pooling low as I neared the edge.

“Apollo, I’m close…” I barely had time to warn him before he thrust one more finger deep, and everything inside me snapped. My vision blurred, stars exploding behind my closed eyes as my body clenched uncontrollably around his four large fingers. (1)

“Ohhh! Yes! Ahhh!” I shivered violently, hips twitching under him, legs tightening instinctively, holding him completely as the release ripped through me. My body jerked with every precise movement of his fingers, every curl hitting exactly where I ached.

When the first wave passed, I sagged against the bed, utterly spent. The warmth of my release coated his fingers, glistening slightly, and I could feel my body still buzzing, tremors running from my core to my fingertips.

He leaned over me and commanded.

“Lick them clean.”

My heart skipped a beat. My body went taut at his command, but I obeyed immediately. Without breaking eye contact, I extended my tongue, dragging it slowly over his fingers, tasting myself on him. I let my tongue linger, circling the tip, gliding over every ridge and vein, letting him feel exactly how completely his touch had undone

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My fingers gripped the bedsheets as I worked, tongue pressing over him.

He didn’t speak; he simply watched, his dark eyes heavy with desire, hand still lightly holding my body, keeping me in place.

When I finally pulled back, lips glistening, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. I barely had time to process before he pulled away slightly.

“Good girl,” he murmured. Then, without warning, he leaned back and spread my legs apart. The sight of me, slick and glistening from my release, seemed to ignite something in him. He licked his lips slowly, eyes dark, drinking in every inch of me.

I was barely able to move, caught between anticipation and exhaustion.

He leaned in slightly, voice low and dangerous. “Don’t give me that innocent look, princess. I told you, I wouldn’t give you a single moment to relax.”

I bit my lips instinctively at his words, realizing teasing him wasn’t smart. I wanted to say something, but he didn’t give me the chance. Instead, he leaned down, lips brushing against the sensitive curve of my neck, teeth grazing softly, sending shivers down my spine.

“No use begging,” he whispered into my skin, low and husky. “It’s too late, princess. I will continue until I’m satisfied.”

Before I could even catch my breath, he thrust in deep, and I felt him hit that spot inside me perfectly.

“Mmmfffp!” A sharp scream tore from my throat, my body arching instinctively against him.

My fingers dug into the sheets, knuckles white, back arching, legs spreading wider as he began to move. Each thrust hit harder. Every inch of him inside me was powerful, pushing me closer to the edge of madness.

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I could feel my body respond instantly, clenching around him, soaking him completely. My chest rose and fell rapidly, heart hammering, as his thrusts continued relentlessly, hitting exactly where I needed him, right on my G -spot, making my entire body tremble beneath him.

I tried to steady my breathing, but it came in uneven gasps, my body betraying me with every movement. He leaned down, pressing his chest against mine, hands gripping my hips tightly, holding me in place as he set the

pace.

My clit clenched him, gripping him, pulling him closer, making him pulse inside me.

“Ah, you’re squeezing me so tight, princess,” Apollo groaned, lips brushing the sensitive curve of my neck as his thrusts drove deeper.

His lips hovered over mine for a moment, brushing, tasting, nipping softly, before moving to my neck again. He bit lightly, teeth grazing my skin once again.

I bit my lip, holding the sensation, feeling him mark me as he moved. The combination of him inside me, with his fingers slowly circling my clit made me gasp and tilt my head back, losing myself in him.

The coil in my stomach tightened unbearably, winding higher and higher with every precise thrust. I felt my core clench. My breathing grew shallow, chest heaving, and I could feel myself getting closer, almost teetering on the edge.

He didn’t relent. He pressed further, making every nerve scream.

Just as the tension inside me tightened unbearably, ready to snap, he pulled out.

I blinked, startled, eyes widening as I looked down at him. That familiar smirk was plastered across his lips.

He was toying with me.

“You-“I tried to protest, voice breathless.

Before I could finish, his hands gripped my waist firmly, spinning me around so my back was to him. My knees hit the bed, and I shivered as he held me in place, pressing my body against his.

He leaned in close, lips brushing mine from behind.

A moan escaped me as he bit lightly. His hands gripped my waist tightly, holding me steady as I shivered under him. Then, without another word, he entered me again, slow at first, pressing deep. My knees dug into the bed instinctively, back arching slightly as I adjusted to the sudden intrusion.

“Mr. Reed, you can’t-” I started to say, but before I could finish, a light spank landed on my ass. I gasped at his action.

“Be good” His hands stayed on my waist, holding me firmly, pulling me closer with every thrust, guiding me as he moved. The rhythm was slow, each stroke pressing deep, filling me completely.

“Mmmmmh…” I pressed into him, letting the friction take me over. My hands gripped the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as I tried to steady myself.

He leaned down to my ear, whispering low, possessive words that made my body shiver even more. “That’s it. Stay still, princess. Take everything I give you.”

“Ah! Oh! Yes! Don’t stop, please!”

It didn’t take long before I started tightening again. My chest heaved as I tilted my head back, lips parting slightly.

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“I’m close… so close. Please, don’t pull out. Please, daddy,” I begged, voice trembling. I didn’t care how desperate I looked, how slick and messy I was, or how needy I sounded. All I cared about was coming, and I knew him; he was the type to take his time, prolonging my climax if he wanted.

My thighs quivered as I pressed into him, clenching instinctively around him.

“Please, Apollo…” My back arched, hips lifting slightly as I tried to meet him, trying to take every inch, wanting every precise movement to push me over the edge.

Behind me, I felt him shift, his chest pressing harder into mine, and a low groan rumbled from him. It was almost a purr, a sound of satisfaction, and my body shivered at it.

“Come, princess,” he murmured.

I couldn’t hold back. My body betrayed me instantly, and I came hard around him, muscles clenching, body trembling violently as I coated him.

I squirted, pressing into him as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

Even as my body trembled from the second wave of release, he didn’t stop.

His hips jerked slightly. Finally, when my muscles were tight and slick around him, I clenched one last time and felt him shudder inside me. His thrusts grew deeper, and with a groan, he came, filling me completely, releasing everything inside me.

My hands instinctively gripped the sheets, my body trembling under the sudden rush of his release.

“Grace…” His voice was strained, lost in pleasure. I felt him tighten inside me, every pulse, and spasm transmitting directly into my core. I gasped softly, feeling the slick warmth coat me completely as he rode out the wave of his climax.

His hands gripped my hips firmly, holding me in place as he slowed.

I wanted nothing more than to collapse, and let my body give in completely. My knees pressed weakly against the bed, barely keeping me upright, and I sagged forward, my core still tingling with the memory of him inside me.

Before I could even move further, I felt his hands grip my waist, holding me steady. His strength pressed me gently onto the bed, making me lie down fully, my body stretching out under him. I could feel his weight beside me, as my exhaustion left me dizzy, yet somehow safe.

I closed my eyes for a moment, thinking I might finally rest, but just as I thought I might drift off, I felt him shift beside me.

My heart skipped a beat, a flicker of anticipation running through me.

Was he… going to do it again? My stomach fluttered nervously, body still exhausted but already responding to the mere thought of him moving toward me. I tried to steady my breathing as I braced myself, but he didn’t enter me.

Instead, he settled onto the bed beside me, and wrapped me gently in his arms. My eyes blinked, surprised. His chest pressed against my back, his hands resting lightly on my waist, keeping me close.

He leaned forward, brushing his lips against my forehead in a kiss. My heartbeat skipped again at the gentleness. His low voice murmured against me, possessive yet soothing: “Rest, princess.”

I stayed silent for a moment. Finally, I whispered, barely above a breath, “I love you, Apollo.”

He paused, and I felt him tighten his arms around me, holding me closer. “I love you too, princess,” he

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murmured, his voice low and full of something I couldn’t put into words.

A small smile tugged at my lips, and I finally closed my eyes, letting myself drift off to sleep, safe in his embrace.

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Apollo

I shifted closer on the bed without fully waking, my body moving on instinct. My arm reached out, expecting to find her beside me. Instead, my hand met nothing but cool sheets.

That alone was enough to pull me awake.

I frowned slightly and opened my eyes, my vision sharpening as morning light spilled through the window, thin golden lines cutting across the room. I turned my head, scanning the bed first, then the rest of the room.

It was empty. No sign of her anywhere.

I leaned forward, the sheets slipping down to rest loosely at my waist, and ran a hand through my hair with a quiet breath.

She must have left early.

The thought displeased me more than it should have. Normally, I woke before her, but last night had been different. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I had slept deeply, and peacefully, with her tucked against me. So calm that I hadn’t even felt the

moment she slipped from my arms.

I glanced back at the bed, and memories from the night before flooded in, uninvited. The movie theater. The moment I finally said the words out loud instead of burying them. The way she looked at me like I was something worth choosing. The way her body felt as she cried my name in pleasure. And her telling me she loved me before falling asleep against my chest.

It felt unreal, like a dream I had no right to have.

For years, I’d convinced myself that happiness wasn’t meant for me, that suffering was a fair price for the past, for the lives I failed to protect. Yet last night, despite how impossible it all felt, I didn’t regret a single second. If I could go back and relive meeting her all over again, just to feel human like this once more, I would do it without hesitation.

She was the first ray of light to ever touch my empty world, and I had no intention of letting go.

I exhaled slowly and looked toward the window, tilting my head slightly as the sunlight warmed my skin.

“It’s amusing,” I muttered to myself, “how easily people can change when the right person walks into their life.” After a moment, I stood, the sheet falling away completely as I moved toward the bathroom. I paused just inside the doorway, my senses catching something familiar in the air. Her scent lingered in the room:

She must have showered before leaving.

My gaze lifted to the mirror, and I stopped again.

Marks bloomed across my neck, standing out boldly against my skin. Evidence from last night. Intentional, no doubt. My lips curved into a faint smirk as I took them in.

Her jealous side was pleasing. The idea that she didn’t like other women looking at me, just as I couldn’t stand other men even breathing too close to her.

Possessive? Perhaps. But she belonged to me, just as I belonged to her.

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I stepped out of the bathroom, the faint scent of soap still clinging to my skin. I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie before reaching for my phone on the dresser. As I walked out of the room, my thumb hovered over Grace’s name, already anticipating the sound of her voice.

Before I could dial, a voice drifted through the quiet house.

“Can you stop making a mess, please? I already kept your food down for you.”

I paused.

My eyebrow lifted slowly as I lowered the phone. I recognized that voice far too well.

I followed the sound toward the kitchen, my steps unhurried. And then I saw her.

Grace was standing by the counter, dressed in nothing but one of my shirts that hung loosely on her frame, the hem brushing her thighs. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, wisps falling around her face, and an apron was wrapped around her waist, lightly dusted with flour, some of which had smudged her cheek without her noticing.

She looked focused and quietly determined, her attention divided between the pan in front of her and the small battle unfolding beside it.

The cat, clearly determined to test her patience, kept hopping onto the counter, aiming straight for the food. Grace gently nudged him away, sighing under her breath.

“Please,” she murmured, sounding more tired than angry. “I know you hate me, but can we be civil right now? I want him to see breakfast when he comes out, and I’m nowhere near done with you trying to sabotage me.”

The cat meowed defiantly and jumped up again.

She shook her head, moving him aside once more.

I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall, watching the scene with quiet amusement.

The house had never looked or sounded like this. Every day used to feel like a routine, predictable and empty. Now sunlight spilled across the kitchen floor, and her voice filled the space.

As Grace reached for the cat again, I moved toward her. She didn’t notice me until I stepped close and wrapped my arms around her from behind. She flinched, a small gasp escaping her, but it lasted only a second before she relaxed completely, leaning back into me, as if her body recognized mine before her mind did.

I tightened my hold around her waist and dipped my mouth to her ear, nipping softly. She let out a quiet sound.

“A–Apollo,” she gasped.

I turned her to face me, placing one hand on the counter beside her, caging her in. I stepped closer, pressing myself against her. I tilted my head slightly, studying her expression, then lifted her chin so she had no choice but to meet my gaze.

She swallowed.

“You left the bed the moment you had the chance. How am I supposed to take that?” I asked. “Were you afraid that if I woke up with my hands on you, I wouldn’t let you go this morning?”

I felt her hesitate in my arms, her teeth catching her lower lip as if she were trying to ground herself, and the contrast only made her feel smaller against my hold. She smelled like me, and it stirred something sharp and possessive in my chest.

When she didn’t answer, I leaned in just enough to make my presence unavoidable, lifting a finger to her mouth

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and dragging it slowly across her lips.

“And who told you,” I murmured, my voice low, “that not being on a bed would stop me from touching you, princess?”

I was about to close the distance between us when she pressed a hand flat against my chest, stopping me. Her face was flushed, her breathing shallow, as if she were forcing herself to stay rational when everything else in her wanted to give in.

“I–I was making breakfast,” she said, her voice quiet but firm.

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She reached for another apron on the table, deliberately keeping her second hand on my chest, and held the apron up between us. “But since you’re already here, you should join me.”

I studied her for a moment, my expression unreadable, my thoughts carefully contained. Before I could respond, she leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek. Using the second it bought her, she slipped out of my arms and turned back to the stove, focusing on the food as though I weren’t standing there watching her every move. (1

A slow smile formed on my lips.

Interesting.

I rolled up the sleeves of my hoodie, took the apron from her, and tied it around my waist without a word. I moved beside her, about to reach for the pan, when the cat jumped onto the counter again.

I caught him effortlessly with one hand, lifting him just enough that his paws dangled, and looked him straight in the eye.

“Keep your paws off my woman,” I said calmly, not raising my voice. “She’s not your source of entertainment. And I’m not generous with those who bother her, especially not you.‘

The cat froze, let out a small, offended sound, and bolted the moment I set him down, staying far away from the counter this time.