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I reached for the lapels of my leather jacket but then stopped. “Undress me. Piece by piece.”

Maddie stood faster than I had seen her move all night, and then she circled me with her chin dipped. She measured me, and I could read her trying to figure out where to start.

Coming face to face with me, she placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed the leather back, sliding my jacket away. Her fingers dragged along my arms, and she caught the jacket before it fellto the floor. There was a set of three hooks on the wall, where Maddie hung my jacket and returned to take off my shirt. With her hands on the hem and my abs peeking out, she paused.

Her eyes went wide as she stared at me, and I cracked a smile. I liked that I could take her breath away. I had seen it happen at Serenity, and it made me harder then too. I ducked so she could pull the cotton tee over my head.

Maddie took a step back with my shirt in her hands, and her eyes burned a trail into my skin, over my tats and scars.

“Fold the shirt up nicely,” I said, keeping my voice level.

When she turned to do my bidding, I swear I saw her booty shake—a happy dance. My cock hardened. It was going to be difficult to control myself when she finally took off my jeans. But she needed my control more than anything.

Maddie folded my shirt into a perfect square before setting it on the table, and then she returned to me, bending down to my shoes. She carefully unlaced and took off my boots, like I might lose my balance.

I was nearing forty to her twenty-eight, but I wasn’t fucking old, and I sure as shit wouldn’t fall when standing on one foot. She set my boots beside the door and returned to me. Her head was bent, and her hair draped in front of her face.

She didn’t raise her eyes this time before crouching to strip my socks, and when there was nothing left on my body except my pants, she got to her knees and grabbed my belt buckle, licking her plump lips. Her hand brushed against my covered cock, and I let out a small hiss.

She so did that on purpose.

I smacked her hand.

Even with her head bent, I knew she smirked. She undid my belt and then moved on to my jeans buttons. Every move of hers sent my cock into a tailspin, especially as I looked down on her.

There had been more than enough wet dreams of her sucking me off. Of her taking my length into her throat until her lips encircled the base and her throat opened for me.

Maddie dropped my jeans to my ankles. My breath hitched in my throat as I watched her pause at the bulge of my boxer briefs. Shealmost looked disappointed, like she hoped I wasn’t wearing another layer. I didn’t need my jeans scraping against my dick.

Following my jeans down my legs, she dragged her fingers over my shins and to my ankles. “Step out, Daddy.”

My dick fucking throbbed as I stepped free of my jeans. Why did my member have to respond like that?

It betrayed everything I told myself: that I didn’t like this and that I didn’t want her to call me Daddy. That I didn’t want to order her around. That I didn’t want her to serve me like this. It was all bullshit, but I tried to remind myself anyway.

The truth was clear, however. Watching her fold the clothes and duck down to her knees again spurred something primal in me. I didn’t know how else to describe the instinct. I fought against it as she hooked her fingers into my briefs and pulled them down.

My cock burst free. Removing the denim had been a little relief, but even the restraint of the briefs had grown painful. I wanted to shove her face straight to the crown and order her to suck me off. I wanted to feel her tongue and lips and teeth devouring my cock. To watch her cheeks hollow out even as her lips stretched around my girth. How would she react when I hit the back of her throat? Would she take me deeper? I wanted to hear and feel what sounds she made, and God help me, I wanted to feel her tears on my balls as she swallowed me down.

This need to claim her and mark her were things I had never done to a woman and told myself I would never do. I had sworn to myself I’d never be forceful with a woman after watching my piece-of-shit father smack my mom around.

In every sexual encounter I had ever had, I held myself back, and that may be why I never made a true connection. Why the women never come back for more. It hadn’t mattered though, because I didn’t want them.

With Maddie, I wouldn’t have to hold back, but I wouldn’t fuck her mouth today.

Maddie stroked my cock, driving a groan from my throat.

I grabbed her hand. “Get to your feet.”

She flipped back her hair, staring up at me with her doe-like eyes.But she didn’t get up from her kneeling position.

“Daddy,” she begged, darting out her small pink tongue to wet her lips.

It was taking all my restraint to hold back from shoving myself deep in her mouth, holding her head, and setting a hard rhythm.

“Get to your feet,” I ordered, forcing the words past my clenched teeth.

Maddie rose, dipping her chin. Her bottom lip pouted. Was she really that upset about not being able to rock my mic? She would be so terribly good. Just not tonight. Not in my best friend’s guest bedroom when I had to keep my moans to myself. While Celt and Roni already had a hint of the kink I was starting to explore, they didn’t need to hear it.

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