Page 45 of Driven Daddy

“Still have that condom?” he said against my ear. “Now that I’ve tasted you and felt you come again, I need to know the rest.”

I reached between us to find him again. His jeans dipped low on his waist until I slipped around to the bare cheeks of his very fine butt. Touching was even better than watching him walk away from me earlier that week.

He raised his arm to rest it over my head, caging me in against the door. “I could watch you come for hours—days.”

“Hopefully, they’ll find us before we resort to that.”

“Sounds like a good way to spend the weekend to me.” He slipped two fingers deep into me.

I tightened around his fingers, anxious to feel even fuller soon.

I tripped my middle finger up along the top of his ass and back to the front so I could use both to deal with the wrapper. Distracted, I fumbled the rip as he reached deep inside of me, curling his fingers in such a way that scrambled my brain.

“Need help?”

I could hear the laughter in his voice. I had a feeling he liked making me crazy.

I gripped him at the base. “No, think I got it.”

He grunted and rocked into my hand. “You certainly do.” He lowered his head to brush his nose against mine as he pulsed inside me. “This is tighter.” He growled and those dark eyes glittered. “Let me in.”

It had been a minute since I’d put a condom on a man—especially one that was more than generously endowed. There was little doubt that I’d feel tight. I didn’t break that intense gaze we always seemed to have while I rolled the latex down his length. Then I cupped his balls for good measure, earning another low groan.

He slid his fingers out of me and flipped up my dress, dragging my knee up and around his hip in one fell swoop. “This is still what you want?”

“It’s not what you want?”

“I’d happily die right after this, Rita. No joke.”

“Stop. I don’t need the charm. You’re literally about to be inside of me.”

“It’s not charm. This isn’t like a regular hookup. Even in my craziest days I never…” He rested his forehead to mine. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get heavy.”

I lifted my hands to his shoulders. “It’s just the lust.”

“Right.”

He didn’t sound convinced, and I couldn’t let it be anything else. I tipped my hips closer and he took the hint, slipping the head of his cock against my slit.

I closed my eyes against the new sensation. I’d just gotten used to his fingers, but this was so much more.

So much more.

I tensed and he lowered his mouth to mine. “Easy,” he whispered. “It’s just me.”

Just him?

Just a near stranger.

“We don’t have to.”

It was all I needed to hear as I lifted my hips to take him inside.

He lifted his other arm to above my head for a moment, his whole body so very still. “Rita” His voice was this side of a prayer.

Too much.

I tried to pull him closer, but he gripped my hips, lifting me against the door as he drove into me. I nearly yelped, grabbing onto his shoulders to wrap my legs around him. The angle was so much more than I was expecting.

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