Page 31 of Daddy's Naughty List

“Sorry.” She flattened her palm and stroked the tickle away. “I like touching you.”

“Touch me as much as you want.” Walt’s muscles flexed as he stretched. “This is all for you.”

“For you too.” She straddled him and kissed his chest, liking the way his wiry curls felt against her skin. “I want to make you feel good.”

Wondering if he would like nipple play as much as she did, she nipped one, then pinched the other between her nails. He jerked and groaned softly, but didn’t move his hands from behind his head.

“Just having you here makes me feel good.”

She brushed against his cock, sending a pulse of desire into her core.

“You mean I’m not just here to be a convenient lap for Charlie and Mittens?” She scratched her nails against his sides, tickling him again.

Although she didn’t think she had an inner Domme as Walt mentioned, she couldn’t deny the sweet taste of control. It felt good to…

Play?

She couldn’t think of a better word for what he was encouraging. By either definition—play in a bondage dungeon, or the more traditional meaning—it fit, and was definitely out of her comfort zone.

Humor, laughter, and fun had never been part of her life at all, much less during sex.

He coughed out a laugh, then cleared his throat. “Naughty girls shouldn’t tickle their Daddies.”

“Is that a rule?” When he didn’t stop her, she soothed his ticklish spots with soft kisses and slid down his body until her lips brushed his thick shaft.

He bucked his hips and hissed out a curse, making her smile, but she wanted him inside her. Although he was big enough to give her pause, she wanted to feel the pinch of him stretching her as he filled her to bursting. Deciding to tease him, she licked the vein on the underside of his cock, then placed nipping kisses along the length of his inner thigh as she cupped his balls in one hand.

His masculine scent filled her lungs until she didn’t want to breathe without it clouding her senses. She suckled him, relishing his taste of salt and clean male. Swallowing, she tried to take him even deeper into her throat. Maybe it was an oral fixation, but she didn’t want to stop.

Chapter Twelve

Walt

The headboard creaked under the strength of his grip, and he forced himself to loosen his hands before something broke.

He had self-control—at least he used to. Susan wasn’t making it easy to keep his hands to himself and let her play. Every touch, every kiss… every damned breath she exhaled drove him nuts.

If he hadn’t known better, he’d have thought she was tormenting him on purpose, but he wasn’t about to make her stop.

Not yet.

Besides, she wasn’t edging him like he’d done to her, so he supposed turnabout was only fair.

She squeezed the base of his cock, making him stifle a groan as she hollowed her cheeks to increase the suction.

“Fuck, babygirl. You suck me so good.” His thighs quivered with the effort of holding himself still. “Look at me. I want to see your face.”

Slowly, almost painfully so, she worked her way up his cock and let him go. He felt a scant moment of relief followed by loss. She smiled as she focused on his face with those big brown eyes.

“Maybe I should blindfold you,” she said after clearing her throat.

Without warning, he pulled her up his body, then rolled until she was under him.

“Maybe I created a monster.” He kissed her, silencing her squeak of surprise as he tasted himself on her swollen lips.

After wrapping her legs around his waist, she lifted her hips and moaned into his mouth. Deepening their kiss, he played with her nipples instead of taking her tacit invitation to thrust inside her.

Logically, he knew he could. She’d already told him she used contraception and was healthy—as was he. However, he wouldn’t take that step without discussing it with her first.

---