Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 58

**TITLE: Across Distant Skies Lies Hope Waiting To Be Found by Kade Rowan Flint 58**

**CONTENT: Still so tight**

Grace

“Wet it,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver racing down my spine.

My heart skipped a beat, a sudden rush of adrenaline coursing through me, settling deep in my core where an aching need had already taken root. He wasted no time; it was clear he was a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and he voiced it with the confidence of someone accustomed to getting his way.

I found myself licking my dry lips, my pulse quickening with an intensity that both thrilled and terrified me. It was absurd, but I felt an undeniable urge to comply, to be good for him.

That thought unsettled me more than anything else. With Charles, I had always sought to please him, yes, but there was never this compelling need to obey. I would have laughed off any attempt he made to command me, rolling my eyes instead. But with Apollo, it was different. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from those striking, cold hazel eyes that seemed to see right through me.

Tentatively, I leaned closer, extending my tongue to trace along his long fingers.

There was no flavor, no physical satisfaction in that initial contact, yet the simple act ignited a fire within me. Just the knowledge of what those fingers were destined to do in mere moments sent a wave of heat surging through my body, tightening every muscle in anticipation.

I sucked.

I couldn’t pinpoint the moment I took his fingers deeper into my mouth, but suddenly, they were fully enveloped by my lips. My mouth closed around them, my tongue sliding between each digit. I swirled my tongue slowly, teasing him, letting him savor every motion. It was more arousing than I had anticipated, perhaps due to the way he fixed his gaze on me, his expression unwavering as he focused intently on my every movement.

Desperate for some form of friction, I attempted to squeeze my legs together, but I was denied that small relief. His other hand rested firmly on my thigh, holding me open, his thumb tantalizingly close to the spot that craved his touch.

When he finally withdrew his fingers from my mouth, I watched as a glistening trail of saliva connected them, and without hesitation, his hand descended lower. Slowly, his other hand crept up, wrapping around my neck, his breath brushing against my cheek as he leaned in closer, his body looming over mine.

He tilted my chin upward, compelling me to meet his gaze.

“Good girl,” he growled, the words sending a jolt of electricity through me.

My breath hitched in my throat.

Good girl.

That simple praise should have embarrassed me, should have made me feel vulnerable, but instead, my chest tightened, and for a brief moment, I forgot how to breathe.

Before I could fully process my feelings, those same two fingers slid between my legs, pushing inside me with a swift, unexpected motion. I flinched, gasping, my eyes widening in shock.

“A-ah!”

He didn’t allow me any freedom of movement. His hand remained firmly at my neck, holding me steady, while his other hand worked its way between my thighs, keeping me exposed and under his complete control.

He studied me, observing every twitch of my lips and every broken sound that escaped my mouth.

“Mmm,” he murmured, almost to himself, his voice a deep, rumbling growl. “Still so tight.”

I had never experienced two fingers inside me at once like this before. Usually, it was one to start, a gentle introduction before the second was added. But this time, he showed no hesitation, and somehow, that only heightened my desire.

His thumb brushed teasingly over my clit, and then he began to ease his fingers out slowly, his voice dark and clear as he whispered, “Don’t expect me to go easy on you. I’m going to make a moaning mess out of you right here on my desk.”

Without warning, he thrust his fingers back inside me, hard enough to make my hips jerk involuntarily. I clung to him, gasping, my mind short-circuiting in sheer disbelief.

I wasn’t ready.

There was no gradual build-up, no pause for breath—just the immediate stretch that took my breath away. I gasped, my body jolting at the sudden intrusion, my hands flying behind me to grip the edge of the desk, but he didn’t give me a moment to regain my composure.

His fingers pumped in and out of me at a relentless rhythm, each stroke hitting places that made my legs tremble and my thighs twitch around his hand. My mind went completely blank; I could hardly think through the haze of pleasure.

I complied. His hazel eyes were nearly black now, his jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling with sharp, ragged breaths.

“Look at me when you come,” he instructed, his voice firm yet laced with something primal. “You’re squeezing around my fingers desperately. You’re close.” He tilted his head slightly, his eyes locked on mine. “Don’t even think about looking away.”

I whimpered, my head spinning from the intensity of it all.

His fingers pushed deeper once more, his palm pressing against my clit just right, and I felt the tension snap, coiling tightly within me until it reached a point of no return.

“Oh my God.” My voice broke as the first wave of release crashed over me, overwhelming and intoxicating.

“Let it go,” he ordered, and I obeyed.

My hips jerked against his hand, my legs trembling uncontrollably. I moaned his name silently in my mind, biting down hard enough on my lip to stifle the sound. I came hard, soaking his fingers, my head falling against his chest, breath coming in ragged gasps.

He didn’t slow down. He kept working me through the waves of pleasure, even as my body twitched and gasped, my eyes pleading for mercy. Only when I was a limp, quivering mess against him did he finally withdraw his fingers. I felt the slick drag of them leaving me, and a low, satisfied growl rumbled from his throat.

I panted heavily, struggling to keep my mouth closed as my chest rose and fell rapidly, my legs still trembling from the aftershocks.

I caught sight of his hand, those same fingers that had just been inside me, still glistening with everything he had pulled from me. Without thinking, I reached for them, eager to be of service. I curled my hand around his wrist, guiding his fingers toward my mouth, but he pulled them back with a smirk.

I blinked in surprise, about to voice my confusion, when I heard him murmur, “You shouldn’t be greedy. I’ll take care of it this time.”

I opened my mouth, bewildered. “What do you—”

I froze as he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with deliberate slowness. My entire body jolted at the sight, and my eyes widened in shock.

Fuck.