Smut Stories🔥

Daddy (part-3)

Y/n's p.o.v

I don't know what possesses me to say the next words. This man has me under some kind of spell. I hate to admit that his charms worked.

"Then have more than one night. I'm yours if u want me," i tell him. The desperation in my voice is audible to my own ears and I grimace.

He groans and closes his eyes. "Don't tell me that. I'd make you mine in a heartbeat, Y/n. But you need someone your own age, someone younger who can give you more."

I frown at his words, irritated that he's playing the age card again. Is he projecting? Maybe he doesn't want someone so young?

"What can't you give me that a man my age can?" I ask. When he has no answer, I carry on. "Would you marry again? Have kids?"

They are big questions to ask a man who I've only met a few hours ago, but honestly they're the first things I want to know about a guy. If he doesn't want the same things as me, why waste each other's time?

He licks his lips and replies, "I do want kids, It's one of the things my ex-wife and I fought about. After the disaster that was our marriage, I'd be hesitant to marry again." He looks up and meets my eyes, sucking me in with that tunnel vision. "But for the right woman, yes. I would."

"Then that's all I need to hear. Do you want me or not, Ajey? I don't want to ask again, because this cocktail is going to wear off and my dignity will return. If one night is all you want, tell me and you'll have it. But if you want more, know that your age is never going to be an issue for me."

When did this happen? When did I become the kind of girl that convinces a guy to sleep with her? I never chase guys. I don't like this reverse in power.

"Fuck," he curses and presses his lips to mine again.
They move hungry and ardently against my own. He pours his passion into the kiss, and I feel myself become wet.

𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠!

He kisses me softly one last time and pulls back. "I'd be crazy to let you go. But i know I'm going to want more, baby. I've barely even touched you and I know already that I want more. The thought of another man holding you, touching you, It drives me insane. I'd want you to be mine."

His words make me warm inside. Words I dream of hearing Mr Right say to me. Words of commitment and loyalty. It's not love at first sight. I know I don't love him. I haven't lose my head entirely. But it's more than lust at first sight. I don't just want him sexually. Like he said, I want 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒.

𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.

I saw him and I knew I only wanted him.

I smile softly at him. "Then take me, I'm yours."

If it's even possible, his eyes darken at my words. I can practically see the desire swirling in those lust-filled eyes. He grips my hand and stands up. I follow suit.

"Then, that's exactly what I'll do," he says gruffly.

With excitement bubbling in my stomach, I let him lead me out of the bar. We cross the foyer and step through the open doors of lift just before they shut.

There's another two couples in the lift carriage, Ajey tucks us to the back. His chest is against my back, his hands placed possessively on my upper arms. I lean my weight back against him and rest my head on his shoulder. In return, he rests his cheek against my temple. It's an intimate gesture, one indicative of a much longer relationship than our own.

The floor dings and the door opens on our floor. Ajey pecks my cheek and ushers me out.

My heels sink into the plush, yet gaudy carpet of the hallway. At room twenty-one, my age, Ajey slips out his keycard  and unlocks the door.