Page 32 of Daddy's Unexpected Gift

I gasped as his mouth found the apex of my legs. My initial reaction was to close my legs, but when his tongue flicked over my seam and tipped between the folds of my pussy, barely licking my clit, I sighed and let my knees fall open. My nerves were on fire, and his tongue was a cool respite. It was both soothing and driving me crazy. He licked and sucked, and the sensations were like lightning in my skin.

I rocked my hips against him, digging my fingers into his thick hair. I wanted to touch him, to hold him, to press him in tighter.

All I knew, all I wanted at that moment was more of his touch, more of him sucking on me. “More, more,” I whimpered, desperate with urgency.

“Cecelia.” My name was a rumble and a roar as he climbed up my body and crashed his lips back against mine.

It was as if he couldn’t get enough of me. I understood the feeling. I wanted all of him.

I pressed my heels against the bed and pushed my hips up against his. I needed his cock. I wanted to feel him. He eased back until he sat on his knees.

“Damn, you are wet.” Grabbing his cock, he drew it back and forth over my hot need.

I whimpered and thrust against him, trying to catch him, trying to get him to slip inside me.

He leaned across my body and knocked stuff around on his bedside table. He returned with a foil packet. Using his teeth, he tore it open. The wrapper joined our clothes out in the void. His cock strained as he rolled the condom on.

“Sterling, I need you. I need you inside me,” I pleaded.

He fell forward and reclaimed a nipple into his mouth. He sucked me in and then surged into me. I arched into him, wanting him to take everything, needing him to consume me. My nerves were on fire, and my muscles were quivering with excitement.

Everything in my body wanted to scream and clench and explode. I needed him to dive deep into me and become me. I wanted all of him inside, but I also wanted him to take me inside him. We folded into each other.

He pressed his hips hard against mine and moved his mouth back to mine. We were one writhing, combined set of dancing nerves. Sterling rolled us. I don’t know how he did it, but he was on his back. I pressed against his chest until I sat back on his hips. I ground against him. The penetration at this angle was almost too much. I needed more. I rocked my hips, bracing against his chest. He laughed as he curled up and grabbed a breast into his mouth. His fingers dug into my hips, guiding me up and down his shaft.

This time, when I whimpered, it was out of frustration. Everything Sterling did to my body felt beyond amazing. The way he managed to make me feel everything in my core or dance along my skin was exceptional, but it wasn’t enough. I could feel the pressure building in my core. It built and grew and pulsed, but it never tipped over, never crashed. Every thrust began to feel like a tease as it danced me close but always backed away before I could fall over that magic edge that beckoned and promised euphoria.

“You got this, baby,” Sterling growled. He reached between where our bodies pressed together. His fingers wiggled around until he landed on my clit. I cried out when he flicked it.

He began rubbing tight circles around my clit as he thrust into me. I ground and rubbed against his hand. My inner walls began to suck on his cock.

“Yes, yes, oh, God, don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping, baby, not until you’re screaming.”

His words were like magic. I hit the ledge and soared. Every cell of my being clenched and spasmed as the orgasm took over my body. I braced against Sterling and held on as he continued to work my body.

“You’ve got to scream for me, Cecelia,” he demanded.

I could barely breathe. How was I supposed to scream? How was I supposed to do anything? I had no muscle control. My legs were numb. I could barely hold myself in this position.

Sterling dug his fingers into my thighs and flipped us again. He continued to drive hard into me. It was hard, it was amazing, it was going to consume me. Wave after wave of orgasm bounced through my body. Everything clamped so tightly, and then I screamed out his name.

I slammed my fists against the mattress and gasped for air. I needed more, I needed him. He was relentless, and what he did to my body was unadulterated bliss.

He roared and pounded into me before freezing up. I reached up and ran my fingers through the sweat that trickled down his throat as his own orgasm seized his body. I wanted to laugh with the sheer joy of it.

Sterling sucked in a deep breath and let it out as he rolled to the side. As he fell over, he grabbed me so that I ended up halfway across his chest. He let out a laugh. “Damn, you can scream.” He glanced over at his bedside table. I followed his gaze. The little white monitor sat there, but no sound came from it. A slow smile spread across his lips.

“Good soundproofing. She’s still asleep.”

There were other people in the apartment. Mortification swept over me, and my skin heated.

“You’re blushing now?” He stroked a finger down my cheek.

“Wayne had to have heard us,” I whispered as if being quiet now negated the screaming I did earlier.

“Shh, he already left. He left while you were putting the baby down. It’s just us, so you can scream as much as you'd like.”

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