Page 22 of Until Daddy

She pressed back against the mirror and kept her eyes on him. Watching to see what his next move was, anticipating what he might be doing.

“I want to see these titties.” He cupped both breasts, feeling the weight of them. Not too large, barely a handful, and perfectly shaped. Her dark nipples puckered at his attention. He rubbed his thumb over both while watching her expression change from anticipation to pleasure.

He leaned over, taking one nipple into his mouth, and began to suck. She moaned; the only encouragement he needed. He sucked harder, flicking his tongue over the peaked nub while his fingers began to twirl her other nipple.

Her legs slid apart, giving him room to get closer to her. She’d be soaking wet if her quickened breath was any indication of her arousal, but he wouldn’t check yet. If he touched her pussy, if he felt the slickness of her lips, he’d devour her before he really got started. And he planned to take his time—to give her the attention she deserved when she came unglued in his hands.

“So pretty.” He kissed the valley between her breasts, moving to her unkissed nipple. He licked her, dragging the flat of his tongue over the peak until it sprang to attention. Again, he took it in his mouth and began to suck, twirling his tongue around the hardened bud.

“Oh.” She arched her spine, giving him more of her breasts.

“You have such sweet titties, Carissa.” He placed a peck on her collarbone, kissing his way up to her shoulder, still rubbing her breast. He dragged his tongue up her shoulder, to where it met her neck, and nibbled lightly on the sensitive skin there.

She tilted her head, placing her hands on his arms.

“How wet do you think you are for me?” He bit her earlobe.

“Very,” she answered without hesitation.

“Hmm, I bet you taste just as sweet there. Let’s go find out.”

Without another word, he scooped her up off the counter, carrying her on his hip to the bedroom. She wiggled and laughed but didn’t try to get out of his grasp. Which was good for her, because he was about to give her the reward only good girls get.

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Carissa bouncedon the bed when he dropped her playfully into the center. Scrambling toward the headboard, she made room for him, expecting him to finish removing his pants and climb on with her.

But he didn’t.

He stood over her, staring down at her with hunger in his eyes. No, not just hunger, but famished lust. She noticed for the first time the thin trail of dark hair that led into the waistband of his pants. Above that, his sculpted abdomen and a muscular chest were exposed.

She wanted to touch him, to reach out and drag him into her bed, but before she had the chance, he leaned over her, pressing his hands on the mattress on either side of her head. There was no room to retreat, even if she’d wanted to.

“Like what you see, do you?” His satisfied smirk receded into an expression much more intense, more dominating. “You were a good girl in the bath.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, hot and hard.

He jumped onto the bed but didn’t cover her with his body the way she expected. The way most other men would have. She pulled her knees up, giving him room, but he only shook his head.

With more gentleness than she thought he’d possess with such desire burning in his features, he pried her knees apart.

“This is what I want, sweet thing. I want this pussy.” He scooted down, letting his feet dangle off the end of the bed.

Understanding his intentions, she tried to clamp her legs closed again, but he wasn’t having it.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, holding her knees with his hands. Concern washed over his features.

“N-nothing. Not really.” She swallowed. She wasn’t new to what he wanted to do, she’d even enjoyed it once or twice. But more often than not it only ended up frustrating both herself and her partner. And she didn’t want to frustrate him.

As though he sensed her apprehension, he pulled himself back up the length of her and pressed a warm kiss to her lips. “Nothing happens that you aren’t ready for, Carissa. If you need to stop, you just say the words. You always have your colors. I’ll never be angry if you use them.”

She nodded, mute from both her nerves and her anticipation. Everything he did came easily to him, he succeeded at everything, she held little doubt this area would be any different. But then again, her concern wasn’t truly rooted in his skill but rather her lack of reaction. What if her body betrayed her, and as aroused and desperate for his touch she was, it just didn’t respond to him?

“Okay then, open your legs for me.” He released her knees and she pushed them further apart. “Good girl.” He flashed a proud smile. Her chest ached with the pleasure at the little bit of pride that filled her. She could do this, and if she failed, if she disappointed him, she could at least say she’d tried.

Slowly he descended down her body, pressing a kiss to the top of each breast, then on her belly before placing another kiss on both her inner thighs and settling back to where he’d started.

He lifted up, looking up the length of her, his dark brown eyes melting her resolve completely. He was going to do this, and he wasn’t going to let her fear stop him. If she was going to put a stop to it, she needed to call outred.

Already he’d proven to be a man of his word. He’d been firm and strict with her, but didn’t overstep, didn’t cross the line with her. Even when delivering that ass burning spanking, he’d done it with care and concern for her. If ever she would feel safe in trying this again, feeling a man’s mouth on her sex, it would be with him.

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