Page 81 of Baby Daddy

CHAPTER 32

Dee

What was I doing?

It was plain, raw, and simple. I was letting my sexy as sin boss kiss me everywhere he could and undress me as I feverishly grappled with the buttons of his shirt.

“Is this the bedroom where you grew up?” I panted out as he unzipped my gown.

“No, this is the bedroom where I’m going to grow up. Fuck a woman like a man. Give her a fucking she’ll never forget.”

His eyes gleaning with lust, he slipped the slinky dress down my arms and then over my hips before it fell to my feet. Managing to step out of it, I stood before him in just my lacy red thong and metallic heels, his mouth trailing kisses down my neck. Goosebumps popped along my arms while white-hot tingles danced down my spine to the mound between my thighs. My clit still quivering, I was dripping with desire for him. On fire.

His shirt wide open, exposing those ripped-from-a-magazine abs, he took a step backward and eyed my dimly lit body. My bare breasts rose and fell with my heavy breathing as he studied me.

“Jesus Christ, Dee. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

No man had ever called me beautiful. The word vibrated in my ears like a tuning fork.

“Spectacular,” he added as he cupped my full breasts with his big hands. He massaged them hungrily, his thumbs running over my already hard nipples. Another stream of wet heat shot to my molten center. I moaned as he groaned.

“I can’t get enough of you.” His hands too occupied, he ordered me to undo his pants. As his mouth went down on my right breast, sucking in as much of it as he could, I fumbled with the fastener, my hand more than once grazing over his enormous erection. The heat beneath the fine wool fabric was palpable. So was his bulge. I swear he was about to burst right through his fly.

Once I unhooked the fastener, his hand met mine and he helped me slide down the zipper. Whoosh! I glanced down. Holy cow! He was commando! A museum-worthy specimen of mankind that possibly had no rival.

“Feel me, baby,” he whispered, releasing my breast from his mouth. “This is what you do to me.”

My fingers curled around his mammoth cock. He hissed as the thick hot velvet singed my palm. Wrapping his hand around mine, he rubbed the wide crown against my abdomen while his other arm, drew me closer.

“D-baby, I want to bury my cock inside you. Make you come like there’s no tomorrow.”

My heart thudded as my emotions wrestled. Actually it was more like a tug of war, with fear on one side of the rope losing a futile battle to desire. A heated battle between body and mind, any form of rationality going by the wayside. I faltered for an excuse.

“Drake, are you sure? You’re my boss and you know my situ—”

“Hush. Put this on me.” Cutting me off, he reached inside the breast pocket of his tux jacket and pulled out a small foil packet. A condom. My eyes stayed on him as he tore it open and handed me the sheath. My pulse in overdrive, I did as he commanded, rolling the latex over his rigid length. God, I loved the way his weighty cock felt in my hands, but how would this mighty pillar feel inside me? Would he fit? Would I know what to do?

“Drake, it’s been a long time…” Almost seven years.

“Don’t worry.” His eyes smoldering, he yanked off his bowtie before stripping off his jacket and shirt. Then off went his shoes and trousers. Before I could soak in his amazing body or say another word, he hauled me so close we were flesh to flesh, his hard chest pressing against my soft breasts, his hard cock pressing against my wet center, and heat to heat, he sealed my mouth with a fierce, passionate, all-consuming kiss. And then he tore off my panties. On my next rapid heartbeat, I was in his powerful arms, and in one more, I was flat on his bed, my body caged in by his. Anchored on his elbows, he spread my legs wide with the force of his knees and then one-handedly lined up his cock with my entrance. Oh my God! The reality of the moment hit me hard. Drake Hanson was going to fuck me! And I was going to let him do it! As he inserted his cock, inch by glorious inch, nothing but the sensation of his wondrous fullness filled me. There was no room for second-guessing, no room for regret. I winced as I felt myself stretch to accommodate his size.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked as he pushed inside me.

His words whirled around in my head as he took me to the hilt. Kyle, the only man I’d ever been with, had never asked me that. All he ever did was hurt me inside and out. Drake was so different. So caring. So loving. And oh so big! Shoving Kyle and all I hated about him to the back of my mind, I shook my head.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded. “Oh, Drake, you feel amazing!”

Smiling, he kissed me and then grunted as he gave another hard thrust. “You feel fucking amazing too, D-baby. So hot…so wet…so tight. I’m going to apologize now because I’m going to fuck you hard. So hard I’m going to have to carry you home.”

“No apology needed,” I managed, my legs wrapping around his hips as he began to pummel me. “It…it…feels so good. Oh, God. I’ve wanted this…you…so badly. Please don’t stop.”

He didn’t stop. Instead, he sped up his thrusts, slamming into me with more force again and again. Each time rubbing against my clit and hitting a spot deep inside me I never knew existed. A hypersensitive spot that was doing crazy things to my body, things I’d never felt before. An orgasm of epic proportions was about to crash through my body.

“Drake,” I cried out. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes, baby, come for me. Come for me hard. Come for me loud. I want to hear you scream out my name.”

Every feeling, every emotion, every particle of energy surged through my body seeking an escape. I whimpered. I sobbed. I shrieked. On his next powerful thrust, everything broke loose, and I roared out his name so loudly I barely heard my next words.

“I love you.”

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