Page 56 of Daddy By Design

I arched up off the bed and my heel dug into his back. He gripped my ass and lifted me to his face like a damn meal. His tongue lashed one moment and stroked in the next, until I wasn’t sure which was coming. All of it was enough to drive me crazy.

I sunk my fingers into his hair and the room went fuzzy and dark for a few seconds before I realized I wasn’t fucking breathing. I gasped and his name ended in a shout as the first orgasm punched through me. His hold tightened and I knew I’d find bruises on my ass tomorrow.

Love bruises were the best bruises when an orgasm could be timed in under five minutes.

Hell, more like five seconds.

He stared up at me. His hair had fallen forward to hide his features.

Everything but those turbulent midnight eyes.

I pushed the fringe of hair back and he shook me away.

Still hiding from me?

The blunt ends of his fingers slipped inside of me, and as he crooked them with a twist, I was gone again. The deluge of pleasure was stronger than an undertow. Where one orgasm started, another came crashing over me until I couldn’t find a word in my addled brain. The bliss actually turned into a strangled moan as I tried to protect myself from the unrelenting pace of his tongue and fingers.

I cupped my breasts, tugging at each nipple as if it could help the intensity of the cliff-like breakers that kept banging me along the rocks that were this bed.

His name was a chant along with every version of God I could think of.

Maybe a few angels.

“Nolan, please.”

He tore his mouth away and grinned up at me. The first real smile I’d ever seen out of him, and his lips were ridiculously and obviously wet from me. That was indelibly sealed into a core memory. “I like hearing you scream my name, Hellcat.” He widened my legs and crawled up to cover me, his forearms propping him up enough that I wasn’t completely crushed.

I hissed as he settled his jean-clad cock between my thighs, my deliciously abused pussy so sensitive I could barely breathe.

He was heavy.

But that delicious kind of heavy that only came with sex.

There was truly nothing like it.

It had been so long since I’d been intimate with someone. I lifted my knee to his hip and was rewarded with a groan from him. I reached between us for his belt again, but he grabbed my hands and dragged them up above my head.

Why didn’t he want me touch him?

He rocked against me, and a rumbling moan traveled up from the very heart of me.

He cuffed my wrists with one hand and dug under me with the other to grip my ass until each rocking motion was under his control. “You’re soaking my jeans, just like my beard.”

I shuddered, unable to string a word together at that particular moment. I shouldn’t be able to come again, for God’s sake, but I was already close again.

He drew his chin along the side of my neck and nipped at my ear. “Again, Hellcat. My name.”

“Nolan.”

“That’s it. Can you come for me again? Before I get inside you, I want to hear it one more time.”

“Nolan, I can’t.”

“You can.”

The room went sparkly white as he ground against me.

“Before you won’t want me.”

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