“Fuck, you’re an eager little thing, aren’t you? Chasing my tongue with yours?”
“More…please,” I pant.
I shift restlessly beneath his hold on my throat and the blaze fires higher in his eyes as I strain for more of his kiss.
“That’s right, little girl,” he growls against my lips. “Daddy is going to adore that juicy pink button just like that.”
His gaze leaves mine to trail down my body. He takes in my restless thighs and squirming hips. And I feel him grow even thicker against my leg. “Spread those thighs, angel. Show Daddy how wet you are?”
I shudder again.
There’s something so…dirty but insanely arousing about hearing him address himself as “Daddy.”
I never believed I had a kink…until now.
Now even calling him Matt in my head feels…inadequate. He means more to me than that.Thismeans more.
“Yes, Daddy,” I test out tentatively. And feel a deep, aching clenching in my core, my nipples tightening even harder. My whole body is on fire for him and I want to cry with the intensity of it. “Anything you want, Daddy,” I gasp.
“Jesus, fuck,” he groans.
I’m not sure if it’s my response or dragging my thighs open to show him my damp panties that triggers that gruff response.
Maybe both?
“You’re going to drive a grown man clean out of his mind, aren’t you? I’m going to stumble around like a drooling idiot after one taste of that sweet pie, aren’t I?”
The imagery is intoxicating as it is slightly terrifying. Because as unrealistic as I know it’ll be in the light of day, I want it.Badly.
“I…I don’t mean to,” I feel compelled to respond.
He laughs, low and gravel-rough against my lips. “Oh, I know you don’t. And that’s what’s so fucking dangerous about this. You, walking around all sweet and wide-eyed without knowing the power you carry between your legs?” His hand spasms against my throat, and he exhales harshly. “Angel, I don’t know whether to punish you or worship you.”
“Please…Daddy.”
He squeezes his eyes shut for a handful of seconds, dragging harsh breaths into his lungs.
When he opens his eyes, he looks half feral. My heart pounds faster, but I don’t make a move to escape.
I don’t want to.
I’m too far gone to pull back now.
I want this man.
Totally.
Without reservation.
So I spread my thighs wider. And the faint scent of my arousal tinges the air. His nostrils flare like a wild animal.
“Fucking hell. The smell of that cunt…”
He plunges back down, biting and licking at my mouth while his hand finally leaves my throat to cup one breast.
He kneads eagerly, catching the peak between his fingers and squeezing to the point of pain.
I cry out against his lips, my back arching as I chase this new, incredible pain/pleasure sensation rippling through me.