Page 44 of Driven Daddy

“Let me inside. Let me inside. I want to feel all of that. Feel you tighten around my cock.”

“You have something?”

He nodded against my neck. “Yes.”

Could I do this with a stranger? It was one thing to pop off with an exceptional orgasm with a man I didn’t know, but quite another to dothis. Let him inside of me where no one had been in so very long.

“It’s okay,” he said against my ear. “It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“I do.” The quake shivered out of me. “I do. I should not, but I do want it.”

I slipped out of his jeans to the front pocket of his jeans and found the slim wallet, tugging it out.

“You don’t?—”

I gripped his ass with my free hand and jerked his jeans down with other. “We’ve crossed all the lines, haven’t we?”

“This is a new one for me. Please let me know your name.” He nipped my lower lip. “When I come, I need to know who is going to be in my dreams for the next millennia.”

I laughed. “Rita.”

His gaze tripped to my mouth and up to my eyes again. “Rita.”

The way he said it made everything clench inside me again. Low, and impossibly tight.

He stepped back from me and slipped the packet out of his wallet, handing it to me before he dropped his wallet to the floor. He bent and I thought he was just going to get it, but no.

No, he slipped under the flair of my skirt around my knees, dragging his fingertips over the outside of my thighs all the way up to find my panties.

He tugged them down to my ankles. “Step.”

I lifted one foot, then the other as he took them off and slipped them into his pocket.

Again, I thunked my head against the door.

Why had he kept them?

Surely it was just so they wouldn’t get—and then my brain went offline as he ducked his head under my dress. His hands slipped around to cup my ass as he closed his mouth over me and showed me that his deep kisses didn’t stop at the traditional.

I grabbed the door handle as he quickly took the easy, gliding orgasm from before and doubled it into infinity. His fingers dug into my firm cheeks as he destroyed me.

I had to shove my fist into my mouth as the orgasm rolled through me like a thousand-year storm. The crash set me adrift, and I reached for him, but all I got was my own dress.

I’d been so off kilter I didn’t remember to ask him his freaking name. It seemed imperative right then that I know it.

I gathered my skirt up, uncovering his head so I could pull at his curls.

He grinned up at me, his beard and lips glistening with me. “You taste like every dream I’ve ever had, Rita.” Finally, he stood, but he kept his fingers under my skirt, lightly pulsing inside of me. “Want to taste what I mean?”

I nodded.

He licked his lips first, then he leaned in for a soft kiss. Exploring every inch of me with a new flavor additive.Mine.

“Name,” I panted against his mouth.

“Penn.”

The name dented some crazy corner of my brain for a moment then he turned his fingers to flick his thumb over my clit, and it just didn’t matter.

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