Page 23 of Until Daddy

She trusted him.

Her whole body tensed when he lowered his head again, and she nearly burst when he pressed his lips right to her clit. A kiss. A warm, tender kiss to the most sensitive part of her body. Her nerve endings fired off all over her body. Her chest felt as though it would cave in with the deep breaths she was taking.

Nearly dizzy with desire, she arched her back. Her worries about her body being non-responsive flew away. His lips pressed against her clit again, then he slid his tongue out and she felt the hot wetness of it on her.

“Oh! Jamison!” She pressed against his head, unsure if she was trying to push him away or further down her slit.

He chuckled into her folds, grabbed one of her hands and pushed the other one away. His free arm anchored her to him, and it was enough to ground her in the moment when his tongue lashed against her clit again.

He pressed a little harder, swirling around her hardened nub, flicking at it lightly.

Again, she arched her spine, and he covered her entire sex with his mouth. His tongue ran the length of her, toying with her entrance and licking upward to her clit.

She wouldn’t survive much longer; her heart was beating too fast. No one could sustain the pressure building inside of her.

She gripped his hand harder, threw her head back and groaned. The flat of his tongue licked her, he suckled her clit.

Being so close brought her panic back, and the pressure started to wane. Disgruntled, she groaned. “I can’t—”

“You can, don’t stop it, don’t fight it, Carissa.” He hovered over her, his hot breath washing over her sensitive clit. Using two fingers of his free hand, he pried open her lips. “You taste sweeter than I thought you would. Now give me what I want.”

He dove back between her thighs, pressing a wet kiss just above her clit before taking it between his lips and giving it the tiniest nibble.

He lapped at her, over and over again. Her hips left the bed, only to return a moment later. She was on the cusp, and her fear, the ever-nagging notion that she couldn’t jump that ledge, started to seep into her mind.

None of it stopped him though. She moaned, throwing her head to the side, hoping he wouldn’t be upset if she couldn’t find her way over that edge.

He lifted off her pussy and bit down hard on her thigh, making her jump. And when he returned to her folds, he slipped two fingers into her passage.

A new pressure built, harder and faster than before. He thrust his fingers into her, harder and harder while his tongue continued to lap at her clit.

He hummed, just a slight sound, but the vibration rocketed through her, and he shifted, and he was there. Right in the spot.

“Oh, god! Oh—I can’t—oh!” Her nails dug into his hand while her body exploded with sensations. Relief and pleasure and pulsations all crashed into her over and over again, taking away any coherent thought she may have possessed.

When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, and her vision fully returned, she chanced a look down at him. He continued to lick and tease her. When he touched her overly sensitive clit, she tensed, jerking her hips. Letting go of her hand, he gave her one more sound kiss and met her gaze.

Rising up to his knees, he dragged the back of his hand across his mouth. Her juices glistened on his chin, and his fingers were still coated with her release. Not taking his eyes off her, he slid his fingers into his mouth, sucking off every bit of moisture.

Damn, he was a sight, all bare skin and confidence. The few who had achieved anything with her between her legs had all looked silly trying to clean up afterward, but not Jamison. He made the act appear to be just part of the dance.

With her orgasm slowly abating, the chill of the room started to seep into her skin, reminding her she was completely naked. She inched upward on the bed until she had her back against the headboard. She grabbed a pillow and held it tightly in a bear hug in front of her.

She glanced at him; he was hard, which suited her fine because she felt empty without him near her.

He didn’t give her a chance though. He shifted on the bed until he sat next to her. Yanking the pillow out of her hands, he tossed it to the foot of the bed and pulled her into his lap.

She yelped when she landed on his hard thighs but melted right into his arms when he wrapped them around her.

“You keep surprising me,” she said, snuggling into his chest. It was warm and comforting to sit skin to skin with him.

“Was that the first time you—”

“No!” She laughed but didn’t meet his eyes. “I mean, not the first time it’s been attempted, but the first time it was such a raving success.” Her cheeks heated at her admission and she was glad to be snuggled too deep into his arms for him to see her embarrassment.

He hugged her tighter.

“Well, keep being good and it won’t be the last time.” He rested his chin on her head. “Now you’ve seen what bad girls and good girls get. Which do you think you can be for the rest of the night?”

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