Page 150 of Daddy's Wild Girl

So hot she was soon panting.

He flicked at her clit slowly, building her up and up.

If anyone told her that she’d be sitting with her legs spread wide on a kitchen counter with a man kneeling on the floor, his mouth on her pussy six months ago . . . a year ago . . . she’d have called them nuts.

“Please,” she cried out as he stopped, throwing her head back to look at the ceiling. Her arms were behind her, hands on the counter.

“Lean back, baby. I don’t want you hurting your hands.”

That’s why he’d stopped? To take care of her?

Oh, man.

She was in trouble here. There was no guarding her heart from this man and she really didn’t want to.

She leaned back against the wall and just let him touch her, let him take her up and over that peak. She screamed through her release, her orgasm flooding her with happy hormones.

A goofy smile filled her face as he slowly licked until she came down from her high.

“That’s my good girl,” he told her. “You came so nice and hard.”

She tried to close her legs, but he lightly slapped her thighs. “Did I say you could move?”

His voice had grown sterner and she froze. Had she upset him?

“No, but I thought . . .”

“Baby, that’s the thing. You don’t have to think. Let me do it for you.”

“I . . . that can be dangerous.” Even if she liked the idea. “I don’t want to lose me.”

“I don’t want that, either, baby. Because I love who you are. I’d never want to take you over. I’m just talking about during sex. Besides, you can always use your safeword.”

Right.

A safeword.

“All right, then. I’ll let you take charge.”

His smile was worth any nerves. “My brave, beautiful girl.”

Then his mouth dropped to her pussy and he drove her absolutely insane until another spectacular orgasm left her boneless and breathless.

Wow.

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Corbin lifted his girl off the kitchen counter and carried her into the bedroom.

“It’s all so tidy,” she muttered.

“What, baby?”

“Oh, nothing.”

Nope. He wasn’t having that. He laid her down on the bed on her back and then crawled over her, his hands on either side of her head and his knees cradling her hips.

“Try again. That was something. And from your frown, it’s worrying you.”

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