Page 23 of Dad Bod's Daring December

I trail my fingers over his chest, tugging at the hair covering his firm skin. His muscles twitch beneath my touch, and he watches my hands move lower. He sucks in a breath, and his dick leaps as my fingers graze the head of his cock. Clear fluid drips from the end. I dip my finger in it and circle the rounded tip as he mutters a curse.

“Ember… this is dangerous territory,” he mutters thickly. “I don’t think I can be gentle.”

“I don’t want gentle right now, darling. I want you. Hard. Deep. Rough.”

Edward curses again and drops to his knees before me, running his palms up my bare legs until he reaches the soft hair shielding my sex. My wetness leaks from me, coating my inner thighs.

“You want to get fucked, Firefly? Hard? Deep? Rough?” he asks, working a finger between my legs and sliding it along my folds.

I shudder and grip his shoulders. “Yes!”

“I’ll always give you what you want. But first…”

He shifts my legs further apart and leans in, inhaling my scent. Lifting one leg, he guides it over his shoulder, balancing my weight between him and the door behind me. I’m spread wide and glistening for his ravenous gaze.

“…I want to hear you scream my name,” he finally finishes, right before he leans in and licks me.

His mouth is wild. A furious sucking, burrowing tongue makes me cry out. I buck against his face as he circles my clit and laps my juices. His hands bite into my ass as he pulls me closer, sinking a finger deep inside me. The pleasure builds quickly as he lavishes my clit, while his finger pumps in and out, in and out. God, I’m so wet that my juices are dripping down his wrist. I should be embarrassed, but it only makes me hotter.

The hand holding my ass grips harder as he withdraws his finger and spreads my wetness to my back passage. I yelp and stiffen as his thumb breaches my tight hole.

“Relax, sweetheart. Let me in,” he growls against my folds.

I take a breath, focusing on relaxing my muscles, and his thumb slips in further. It feels odd but not unpleasant. But as Edward goes to town on my pussy, the intrusion takes on a differentsensation, escalating my pleasure until I’m overwhelmed by him, overrun by his touch.

I thrash as I come hard, my sex pulsing as I dissolve into pure ecstasy. His mouth never leaves me, his fingers show me no mercy. He ruthlessly pulls every glimmer of bliss from me until I’m twitching and moaning his name.

I float down from my orgasm to find Edward panting, his cock still as hard as hell. His eyes are dark and hungry.

Rising, he kisses me, sharing my taste. He cups my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers, squeezing until the sensations are like lightning. I arch and cry out, the tension in my belly coiling all over again as his cock swells thick and impossibly long against me.

Pulling back, he rasps, “Do you know what I want to do to you right now?”

I shake my head, still breathing hard from my climax.

“I want to take you on your hands and knees. Hard. Deep. Rough.”

I stroke his jaw. “Then do it.”

“Be sure, Ember,” he says, his voice a rumble. “I’m on the edge. I’ll never hurt you. Ever. But I need you very badly.”

One day, I’ll explain how much I love his roughness, how it excites and arouses me like nothing else. For now, I can only moan and pant, “I’m sure. Now, Edward. Now.”

Tugging me away from the door, he falls to his knees for the second time and spins me so my back is to him. He kisses the base of my spine and strokes my buttocks before looping hisarms around my waist and drawing me down. I automatically brace my weight on my hands and knees, needing him to hurry.

I jerk and groan as his knuckles brush my sex, and he slides a finger inside. Stroking. Pleasuring. I raise my head, looking at him in the mirror on the door. His eyes are locked on me. Intense. Blazing.

He withdraws his finger. Slides it into his mouth.

Oh, God, the sight is almost enough to make me come again before he’s even inside me…

Fisting his cock, he moves over me. His blunt, hot tip parts my folds. Slides slowly inside. Palms flat, my fingers spread, seeking purchase on the wooden floor as he stretches my sheath impossibly wide.

It was like this the first time when he took my virginity on the kitchen table, but there’s no pain now, only pressure as he goes deeper.

His hips thrust sharply as his hand braces beside mine, pushing inches deeper. His mouth drops to my nape. His teeth scrape my skin. He fills me until I’m sure there can’t be any more.

But there is.

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