Page 69 of Driven Daddy

I lifted my hips, and he tossed aside my pants, falling on me with absolute focus and freaking mastery. I arched up off the bed as his mouth covered me, his tongue lashing between my folds then arrowed up so he could suck on my clit.

He held onto my hips, his fingers nearly bruising and God, it was perfect. I’d never felt so wanted until he touched me.

And the ever-present whirring thoughts were swallowed by the dark abyss of absolute pleasure. He drove me up, then he wouldn’t let me go over. Again, and again, he pushed for me to give him more.

I dug my heels into the duvet, the other into his shoulder as he spread me wide. He added his fingers, plunging deeper with every pass until I was a wreck of wet sounds and uninhibited screams.

“That’s it, Duchess. Your taste drives me crazy.” He sucked on my inner thigh as he turned his fingers and reached inside of me until there was nothing but him surrounding me, inside and out.

“Penn.” My voice was hoarse as I dug my nails into his shoulders. The sunny room narrowed into just him. Just his mouth on mine, his fingers on me, inside of me, finding every corner of pleasure I never knew existed.

Finally, he climbed up, over me and covered my mouth with his again. “Your taste is like a drug. There aren’t words in myhead for it.” He raced over my neck to my chest, ripping at the buckles and Velcro of the sports bra until I was free of it.

I pushed at his shirt. I didn’t know what he looked like. The storage room had been dim, and we’d kept most of our clothes on.

A mistake, I was beginning to see now.

He flipped off my bra, then he went back to biting and sucking on my breasts, nipples, even the underside with his endlessly talented tongue. The overwhelm had me buzzing, but I wanted more.

He slid a knee between my thighs, the denim abrading my already wildly sensitive skin. Then he caught my hands and lifted them over his head.

I arched under him. Crazed from his edging and teasing until I was sure I was more animal than woman. Lightly, he brushed his chest hair against my breasts, watching me as I undulated under him restlessly.

“So fucking amazing.” Again and again, he just endlessly teased me until there was nothing but him.

I hooked my knee over his hip. “Fuck me.”

“This goes beyond fucking and you know it.” He buried his face in my neck and tugged on my ear. “This is elemental.”

It was.

I didn’t want to name it.

I wanted it to just be mindless fucking.

It wasn’t.

And it scared me so fucking much.

He jerked at his jeans, and I tried to free my wrists. “Penn.”

He rubbed against my pussy. I could feel him through the cotton and wanted more. The rough hair at the base of his belly scraped over my skin and the friction made me hold onto him tighter with all that was available to me.

I dug my heel into his ass.

“Wait.”

“I’m done waiting.” I bucked under him.

He shifted against me, his other hand digging into his pocket. “Fuck. Duchess, you’re so fucking wet for me I’m going to wear you home on my jeans.”

“Then get them off.”

He laughed and I felt something brush my hip. He flipped it open, still rocking against me.

“Let my hands go and I’ll help you, dammit.”

“No.” His dark eyes were nearly black with lust.

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