Page 9 of Wedding Daddy

“I know that’s a load of bullshit, but fuck if it doesn’t sound reasonable to me right now.”

“So are you going to spank me or not?” she asked.

“I have something better in mind.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“This,” he replied, a moment before he crushed his lips on hers.

Jill had only a moment to take a breath… then she lost her mind. Nothing about the kiss was gentle. Not the way his lips closed over hers or the way he held her close to his body, hands running up and down her arms. This was not how you kissed a stranger you only met a few hours ago. Not that she could have done anything to stop it. It was apparent that only one person was in charge here, and it was not her.

He nipped at her lips when she tried to go too fast, then resumed kissing her, his lips sipping on hers like the finest ofwine. Jill groaned, her nipples growing hard as he unlocked any defense she’d hoped to mount against the onslaught of sensations coursing through her. His tongue slid between her lips, and she opened up instinctively to him.

Barely suppressing a moan, she grabbed his shirt and held on as her mouth filled with the taste of him. She was straddling him now, and her body arched to him so her breasts were pressed against his chest. Between her legs, she felt his powerful thighs rise and drop rhythmically, and it took a while to realize he was trying to stop her from feeling the thick weight of his erection. Pressing herself down until her mound brushed against him, Jill gasped when she felt it.

It was thick and big, pressing back against her sweet little cunt like it had a life of its own. A moan escaped her lips, and he immediately swallowed it. He tasted sweet and warm. Or perhaps that was her. It was hard to decide. Not when his tongue was in her mouth and then hers in his, both of them pawing hungrily at each other as they devoured themselves.

Trembling in his arms when he slanted his head and stroked his tongue deeper in her mouth, she could feel her panties getting soaked with the juices from her wet, dripping, and aching pussy. She’d never been this wet all her life and would have been alarmed if the level of moisture between her legs didn’t match her desire for this man. Kisses were not supposed to be this devastating to the senses, and she had no idea what she’d hoped to get when she allowed him to kiss her. But now she knew he would have to do something with the flames of arousal whipping through her, or she would go crazy.

He pulled back, and she moaned in protest, her lips trying to follow him.

“Fuck me,” he muttered as he grabbed her head and looked into her eyes. “What are you doing to me?”

That was supposed to be her line. She was the powerless one here. The one who felt like she was going to die if he didn’t continue kissing her. She’d been half joking when she was flirting with him earlier, but now she knew he could have her if he wanted to take her.

“Kiss me,” she mumbled, looking down at him with wide eyes.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, little girl,” he whispered. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

She scowled at him. “I’m not as innocent as you think I am. I’m no virgin if that’s what you’re scared of. Come on…” She ran her hands down his chest and arms, feeling the muscles under her fingers. She got to his belt buckle and started to undo it. “Let’s live a little.”

He grabbed her hand and pulled it away, not taking his eyes from her. Then he pulled her close and kissed her again. She moaned and kissed him back, grateful when he wasted no time in pushing his tongue inside her mouth this time. His fingers slipped inside her shirt, and she had no idea her buttons had come undone until he was cupping her breasts beneath her bra.

She shivered and jerked in his arms, moaning when she felt his hard length pressing between her legs. Jill began to rock back and forth, gently rubbing her pussy against his erection. Even with all the layers of clothes between them, she could feel his hardness stroke the core of her feminine softness.

“Stop that,” he growled, and she went still, the dominance in his voice satisfying a part of her buried so deep she had no idea it existed. “You’re going to take what I give you and nothing more. Anything else and this ends right now.”

“I’m sorry,” she said immediately. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Good girl,” he whispered, hand cupping her breasts, moving until he was gripping and tugging firmly on her nipple. “You’re really wet, aren’t you?”

She nodded feverishly, biting her lips so she didn’t moan out loud.

“I know. I can smell it from here, and fuck if I don’t want to bury my head between your legs and taste for myself how wet you are.”

Now, all she wanted was to have him bury his head between her legs. She would beg for it too if she wasn’t worried it would be too much for her. His hand on her breasts was driving her crazy enough, and she breathed roughly as he tugged and squeezed her nipples. There was no protest from her when he unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and pushed the straps of her bra down her arms.

Then her nipple was in his mouth, and there was no stopping the thick moan that vibrated from her throat. Pleasure overwhelmed her, driving her crazy and making her pussy wetter until it throbbed and ached.

“I think I’m starting to go senile. I don’t remember this feeling this good,” he groaned as he tugged on her nipples with his teeth, his hands sliding between them. “Now, I have to see just how wet you are.”

He shifted in the seat until they were lying side to side. One hand slid between hers, holding her open as he reached into her pants. Jill gasped when his knuckles brushed against her mound through her panties and she shuddered when he pulled it to the side and stroked through the soft creamy slit of her pussy.

“Oh my God!” she whispered harshly, bucking against him and trying to drive the finger he was using to tease her into her body.

He looked into his eyes as his fingers stroked and played with her clit, the slick excess of her juices building around his hand. She gasped when a finger slid into her, and she couldn’t look away as he toyed with her pussy, playing with it and rubbingcircles around it. She was primed already, her desire a flame that had been simmering for some time.

The hand between her legs, his mouth on her nipple, and the way he looked at her like a man enjoying knowing he was giving a woman so much pleasure were like fuel to the flame. She moaned and bucked, thrusting to the rhythm of his finger as her inner flesh gripped tightly around him. She tried to close her legs around him to stop the movement of his hand and give herself time to catch her breath.

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