Page 70 of Driven Daddy

I seethed out a harsh breath as I tried to work down his damn jeans with my feet.

“You are so fucking bendy but give me a second.” He slid free from his boxers as I got his jeans down another few inches. The hot, hard length of his shaft slid through my wetness and he froze. “God. I want to just dip inside you. Just for a second to see what it feels like.”

He lowered his forehead to mine, lightly grazing every vein of his cock along my pussy. “Fuck, fuck.” He jerked back and the sound of a wrapper dented the waves of rushing blood that had taken over my brain.

Then he was there.

Then he was inside.

And I sobbed out, “Thank God.”

He held me down and drove into me again and again, bottoming out inside of me until there was no space. I squeezed down on him with each return pass until he swore and dug for better purchase.

“You’re squeezing me so fucking good,” he said against my mouth. “Like you were made for me.”

I frowned, and the staggering fog of lust dissipated for a moment, but then he let my wrists go and rolled until I was on top.

“Ride me, Duchess.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. The name echoed and attached to the deep, drugging bliss. I took him inside again and again, deeper than anyone had ever been.

No.

No, that couldn’t be true. My mind wanted to fight against it.

That it was just sex.

Nothing more.

His grip heightened on my hip, then his other hand slid between us to push me ever closer to the release he’d been denying from me, and I just didn’t think again.

I chased the high of the orgasm. I closed my eyes and focused on that. That was safer.

Then he reared up and his other hand slid away from my hip to catch the back of my head. “Duchess. Eyes on me.”

My eyes flew open as my whole body locked. I cried out and simply shattered. He lifted his hips, driving up inside of me as sweat dripped from his temples and wet his hair.

Pure, unimaginable pleasure wrapped around me, and when I came back to myself, I realized that it wasn’t simply pleasure.

It was Penn holding me tight.

TWELVE

I felt the shift.It was subtle, but Rita wasn’t exactly the most relaxed person I’d ever known. Bit by bit, she tensed in my arms.

That she’d flatlined on top of me was probably a top five moment for me. Sex was generally a fun release as far as I was concerned.

Not a war of flesh and orgasms.

Because that was exactly what it had been. Building up and denying her that orgasm had created a high on par with the fugue state of a really good drawing session.

When I got lost in the darkness and had to carve the light into the panels I worked in. It was painstaking work, but worth it on every level.

Rita was much the same.

So tightly wound inside of herself, it was as if she detested allowing me in. But the more defenses I cracked, the more I wanted to know everything.

Gently, I stroked my hand down her back. We both needed it after the battle to get to the finish line. Her cornsilk hair slipped around my shoulder as she rested her cheek on my arm.

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