Page 42 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

Iris’s chest heaves, the mounds of her breasts looking shadowy and delectable. But that’s not what I want.

“Tell me no, and I’ll back off.”

A smile appears on her lips, rueful. “No, I’m still waiting for an answer. Do you think you know how to take care of me, Trevor McCoy?”

I wince internally at her use of my full name. I hate my last name for a multitude of reasons. But I cast the thought aside for more important, immediate matters.

Grabbing her thighs, I push her up onto the edge of the table. I’m not going to tell her. I’m going to show her. “This dress is unfair.”

“Well, this suit is unfair, but I know how to control myself.”

“You won’t know how to control yourself when my mouth is on your pussy.” I push the skirt of her dress up, revealing her bare thighs and… “No underwear?”

Iris looks to her bare center, then back to me. Her cheeks are red.

“You were planning on something happening tonight.” My chest twists. “Weren’t you?”

“I hoped.”

“With him?” I lean close to her so our mouths almost touch.

Iris doesn’t reply.

“You wanted to fuck someone else tonight?”

“I wanted to fuck someone tonight to forget about last night.”

I hold my breath.

“Because last night was…” She presses her fist against my chest like she could drive me away but doesn’t have the strength too. “So fucking good, and I want to forget it ever happened or else I’ll never be able to get over you.”

“You’re not over me?”

She kisses me, her tongue twirling around mine, a hot, wet kiss. “Don’t play dumb, Trevor. Now show me you know how to take care of me better than any other man ever could.”

Her hand engulfs the back of my head as she guides me toward her aching pussy.

I chuckle.

I love a woman who knows what she wants. Especially when it’s what I want more than anything too.

My lips connect with her lower ones, and I begin to devour her like she’s never known the pleasure of an orgasm.

I always act like it’s her first one. I have to be insistent and adept but tender at the same time.

“Fuck you, Trevor,” Iris chokes out, her hips grinding against my mouth.

I press my hand to her chest and encourage her to lie back.

She does so, giving me a better angle between her legs to lap up her sweet essence.

Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pull her pussy tight to my mouth so she has no ability to squirm away from me, no way to escape the pleasure I’m going to give her.

Iris curses further like she hates me for this. Yet, her fingers knit through my hair, holding me in place.

She hates how much she loves this.

And that only inspires me to pleasure her even more.

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