Page 147 of Daddy's Wild Girl

He was stealing her breath away. Then he started kissing up her inner thigh. She trembled. His lips were soft, in contrast to the almost rough way he’d stripped her naked.

“Fuck, I can smell you.”

Oh God!

She smelled? That was terrible!

“I’m so sorry! I’ll go have a shower. I didn’t mean—” She tried to push her legs together, but he kept his hands on her thighs.

“Did I say you smelled bad? Because you don’t . . . you smell like fucking heaven and my mouth is watering at the idea of eating you out.”

“It . . . it is? You like doing that?”

“I fucking love it.” He continued kissing along her inner thigh until he got to her mound. Then he kissed along her slit.

“So wet for me, aren’t you? Such a good girl for getting wet for her man.”

Was he trying to make her come from just his words alone? When he moved his mouth to her other thigh, she knew she couldn’t take it. She had to have him touching her there.

“Please. I . . . I . . . I can’t take much more,” she told him. “It’s been a while.”

How humiliating to have to tell him that.

“Shh, I’m going to take care of you, baby. It’s been a while for me, too. You just relax and let me do it all.”

Really?

She’d never done that before. Sure, the asshole had liked to be in control in the bedroom. But generally, he’d order her to suck him off, or he’d have her climb on top and ride him to completion. She’d never had anyone focus on her pleasure before.

“Let’s just get you where I can see you properly.”

He couldn’t see her now?

In fact . . .

“Should we not move this into the bedroom?” she whispered, glancing over worriedly at the door. “What if someone comes in?”

“They wouldn’t fucking dare. But if you’re worried . . .” He walked over and locked both the front and back doors. “Better?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Right, but that means I now get what I want.”

Her eyes widened as he prowled toward her.

“And what do you want?” she whispered as he took hold of her chin and tilted her head back. It was a dominant move.

“You. I want you to submit to me. I want to stare at you, study you. I like to explore and you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”

Whoa.

It was like his dominance was on steroids, and she could feel herself melting further underneath his slightly roughened touch.

“Yes,” she replied.

“What’s off-limits?”

Off-limits? Were there limits?

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