Page 43 of Driven Daddy

The corner of my mouth tipped up. “That’s just biology.”

“I’m not some teen boy who gets hard at a stiff breeze.”

His nostrils flared as I stroked him. I let him go and slid my hand between our mouths to lick my palm before I tunneled back between us to where he was so very hard for me.

That fire lit in his dark eyes again.

He jerked as I fisted him tightly. I wasn’t normally aggressive, but the control had been so squarely in his court for the last however many minutes we’d been trapped in here.

Distantly, I wondered why he was in the stock room, but I couldn’t let reality intrude in this moment. The freedom to touch and be touched didn’t need the stark realities of who we were.

“Just tell me one thing.”

He tipped his head back a little and I couldn’t help but focus on the Adam’s apple bobbing on his long throat. “What?”

Still, he didn’t break our gaze.

“Just tell me you're not married or something. No girlfriend.”

“No. God, no. I would never if I was with someone.”

Lies were easy.

I was well aware of that, but the searching element to his gaze told me at least here was truth.

I stroked up to the tip of him and groaned at the bit of precum there. I used it to slick down him again.

“You?”

I shook my head.

“Good.” He fisted the hair at my nape and dragged me in for another syrupy kiss. His other hand fumbled between us to my breast, cupping me as roughly as I gripped his cock. “Let me touch you too,” he murmured against my mouth.

I nodded, suddenly very happy at the scooped neckline of the burnt umber-colored dress.

He lowered his mouth to my neck, teasing the skin behind my ear, then tugging on one of the thick hoops I’d added to my gauges. The little bit of pressure arrowed straight to my nipples. They tightened under his palm, and he dragged his thumb across one again and again as he burrowed down into the neckline of my dress.

He released my hair, groaning as I fisted him again. I’d lost my senses for a moment, but I wanted to be an activeparticipant in this madness. When he rocked into my hand, I was encouraged to give him more.

Mirroring the thumb action around the flared head of his shaft. I wanted a taste of him. To know this like his mouth.

I lifted my hand to my lips and licked the pad of my thumb.

He groaned and dragged down my dress and bra to release my breasts. “Goddamn.” He dragged his beard across the tops of both before he lowered to close his mouth over one.

My head thunked against the door as he feasted on me. He cupped them both together to drag his lips and beard against the skin and impossibly hard tips of each nipple.

I couldn’t help but restlessly rub against his thigh even as he rocked against my hand again and again.

His attention on my breasts were actually dragging me closer and closer to the edge. There was no way I’d go over.

Not possible.

My eyes widened as the clench inside of me matched my grip on his cock. I let out a shaky breath and he seemed to notice how close I was.

“Fuck, yes. Come. Come with just my mouth on these perfect breasts.” He sucked harder on one nipple and tugged at the other until a sob bubbled up inside of me.

Just before the moan erupted, he covered my mouth and flicked each tip again and again until I shuddered and let him swallow my release.

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