Chapter 1: Doggone Distraction
I’m sprawled on the couch, my legs kicked up, giggling like a damn fool as my new pup, Coco, licks at my face. Tyriq, my fine-ass man, got her for me last week, and I’ve been obsessed ever since. She’s a little chocolate lab, all clumsy paws and wagging tail, and I can’t stop baby-talking her. 'Who’s my good girl? Huh? Who’s my baby?' I coo, scratching behind her ears as she yaps excitedly.
Tyriq’s lounging across the room in his black tank and gray sweats, looking like a whole damn snack with those tatted arms crossed over his chest. I can feel his eyes burning into me, but I’m too wrapped up in Coco to care. He clears his throat—loud as hell, like he’s tryna make a point. I glance over, smirking. 'What’s your deal, Ty? You jealous of a damn dog now?' I tease, sticking my tongue out at him before turning back to Coco.
He scoffs, voice low and dripping with that cocky edge I love. 'Jealous? Nah, ma. I just ain’t used to bein’ ignored for some mutt I paid for. Thought I was your baby.' He leans forward, elbows on his knees, giving me that smoldering look that always gets my heart racing. But I ain’t givin’ in that easy. I’m a queen, not some simpering chick who melts at a glance.
'Oh, please,' I shoot back, rolling my eyes. 'Coco don’t talk back or leave her damn socks everywhere. She’s better company.' I grin, knowing I’m pushing his buttons, and damn, do I love seein’ him riled up. Coco barks, like she’s agreeing with me, and I burst out laughing.
Tyriq ain’t laughin’, though. He stands up, all six-foot-two of him, muscles flexing as he stalks over to the couch. My breath hitches a lil, but I keep my cool, petting Coco like I don’t notice him towering over me. 'You talkin’ real slick for someone who’s ‘bout to get put in her place,' he growls, voice all husky. I look up, meeting his dark eyes, and feel a shiver run down my spine. He’s pissed—and horny. I can see it in the way his jaw clenches, the way his sweats are tenting already with that hard cock I know so well.
'Put me in my place?' I challenge, arching a brow as I sit up, Coco hopping off my lap to curl up on the floor. 'Boy, you ain’t runnin’ shit. I do what I want.' My words are sharp, but my body’s betraying me—my thighs clench just thinkin’ ‘bout how he’s gonna react. I love this game, pushin’ him ‘til he snaps.
He smirks, leaning down so his face is inches from mine, his breath hot on my lips. 'Keep talkin’, ma. See what happens when Daddy’s had enough of your smart-ass mouth.' That word—Daddy—hits me right in the core, makin’ my pussy throb. I ain’t submissive, but fuck, I love when he takes control like this. I lick my lips, starin’ him down. 'Maybe I wanna see. What you gonna do ‘bout it?'
That’s all it takes. His hand shoots out, grabbin’ my chin rough, tiltin’ my head back as he crashes his lips into mine. It’s messy, hungry, all teeth and tongue, and I’m already wet as hell, dripping for him. He pulls back just enough to mutter against my mouth, 'You gon’ pay for ignorin’ me, baby girl. Gon’ fuck you so hard you forget that damn dog.' My heart’s poundin’, and I’m panting already, but I ain’t backin’ down. 'Better make it good then, Daddy,' I taunt, smirkin’ as I grab his tank and yank him closer.
He growls, low and dangerous, and in one swift move, he’s got me pinned under him on the couch, his body heavy and hot against mine. I can feel his cock, rock-hard through his sweats, grindin’ against my thigh, and I’m damn near sweating with need. This is ‘bout to be raw, rough, and everything I crave—but I ain’t givin’ him the satisfaction of beggin’. Not yet.
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