Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 242

Grace

I opened the door and stepped inside, and my breath caught instantly. My eyes went wide as I looked around. From the outside, it looked small and simple, but the inside was warm, and beautiful. Cozy in a way that made me happy. My lips curved into a

smile.

I couldn’t wait to spend our honeymoon here.

I turned, about to ask, “What do you want to do first-”

But before I could finish, he was on me. Apollo’s lips slammed against mine, and I gasped, completely taken aback. My hands flew up, wrapping around his neck, clutching at him as he pressed me flush against his chest. His hands slid around my waist, pulling me close. The warmth of him made my knees weaken, and I felt myself melting into him instantly.

I moaned into the kiss, letting him take the lead, my fingers threading into his hair, tugging lightly. His hands slid down my back, over my hips, and then to my thighs. I felt that familiar spark, and signal of what he wanted, and I didn’t hesitate. I jumped, instinctively, and he caught me without breaking the kiss. His strength never failed to surprise me.

He carried me toward the stairs, each step careful as if the world itself could crumble around us and he’d still protect me. I rested my hands against his shoulders, breathing hard, but he didn’t slow down, or break the kiss. My heart pounded wildly, chest rising and falling as I pressed closer to him.

We reached the top of the stairs, and I moaned around him, kissed him harder, letting myself get completely lost. My legs tightened instinctively around his waist, holding him close as his hands roamed over me.

He carried me to the bedroom, leaning me back onto the soft bed. My fingers tried to grab at his shirt, but he pinned my hand above my head again, keeping me caged. I gasped as he bit me, a low moan slipping out, and his tongue was back in my mouth immediately.

He didn’t stop. His lips moved over mine, relentless, and claiming, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

Finally, he pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were locked on mine as if I were the only thing in the world that mattered. I couldn’t look away, or even tear my gaze from him.

“Fuck…” he murmured, almost to himself, and my stomach clenched at the sound of his voice. “You turn me on, when you look at me like that, princess.”

Heat pooled low in my stomach. His lips moved to my ear, nibbling gently, and a shiver ran straight down my spine. I moaned softly, pressing closer without realizing it.

His mouth traveled from my ear to my neck, soft bites and kisses leaving little sparks across my skin. My hands trembled at the feel of him, wanting to grab him, pull him closer, sink my nails into him, but he held me in place.

One of his hands drifted slowly to the hem of my dress. His fingers grazed my skin teasingly, dragging along my sides, and I gasped, arching instinctively into him. Every touch made my skin prickle and my blood pound.

He took his time, sliding the fabric up my body, letting his hands linger over me, over my curves, mapping me in ways that made my knees tremble.

Finally, he pulled the dress off completely, letting it fall to the floor in a soft rustle. I was left exposed, clad only in my underwear, and my core throbbed at the realization. My pulse raced, stomach tightening, and I could feel the heat building, desperate for him.

He leaned in closer, letting his lips brush against my collarbone, my chest, teasing me, tasting me even through the thin fabric of my underwear. I shivered violently, hips pressing instinctively toward him, unable to stop the ache spreading through me. “You’re mine,” he murmured, voice vibrating against my skin. “Every inch of you, dear wife.”

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I could barely form a response, my body quivering, shivering.

He let go of my wrists, letting me feel the full weight of him between my thighs. His hands slid along my legs, keeping me pinned. Heat pooled, and I realized just how close I was to losing control again.

He glanced down at my underwear. “You’re already wet,” he murmured, voice low, full of amusement.

I bit my lip, breath hitching, heart hammering. “Can you… blame me?” I whispered.

His lips twitched into a smirk, that dangerous curve that made my knees go weak, and without a word, he leaned down. Just his lips brushing the fabric, and I shivered violently. My thighs pressed instinctively against him, hips moving without thinking, body already betraying me.

Damn it… I thought, chest rising and falling too fast. He wasn’t even on me directly yet, and I was already trembling. I tried to calm my racing thoughts, but it was useless. My body had a mind of its own, and it all belonged to him.

Then, suddenly, he pulled my panties aside, and his tongue slid over me directly. My eyes shot open, breath leaving me in a loud gasp. My back arched, hands clutching the sheets, fingers digging into them, trying to hold onto something, while he consumed

1. me.

“Oh God!” I moaned, head thrown back, shivering violently as his tongue worked me. My core clenched around him, even though he wasn’t inside me yet, and my hips moved instinctively, grinding down, desperate for more of him.

His hand slid up to my thigh, keeping me right where he wanted, letting him control every motion. I whimpered, helpless under him, my body shaking from the overstimulation. Every flick, swirl, and press of his tongue sent shivers up my spine, leaving me breathless.

“Ahhh, Apollo…” I gasped, hands gripping his hair lightly, trying to pull him closer, needing more. My voice cracked around his

name.

He hummed against me, low and deep, the sound vibrating through me. It made my shivers double, making my thighs quiver violently around him.

“Mmmm…Ahhh!” I cried, hips rolling against him unconsciously, pressing into him.

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