Page 28 of Desperate Needs

And hot.

So fucking hot.

No one had ever talked to me like that before. Certainly not my ex. In fact, I wasn’t sure Steve even knew what oral sex was. But it sounded divine.

So, I nodded because, yes, I did want that.

“Words, Clementine. I need words from you,” he growled.

Connor ripped his shirt off, and I moaned at the feast before my eyes. He really was a stud. Muscles covered his torso, and thick designs were inked across his bronzed skin.

His chest rumbled, and the sound so raw and animalistic, but it must have triggered some instinctive response because my nipples pebbled, and I felt myself get even wetter.

He pulled my panties down my hips, tearing them when he couldn’t get them any lower because of my open legs. I gasped, but he didn’t slow down or stop.

Connor slid his fingers across my slippery lips, then he stuck two of them inside me, making me arch off the bed.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. I can’t wait to feel you on my cock,” he growled, removing his fingers.

I whined at the loss of his brutish invasion, but I had no time to react because Connor was already leaning down. He grabbed my thighs, forcing my legs to open even wider, then he closed his hot mouth over my pussy, making out with my sex and dragging a long, keening moan from my lips.

“So wet. So fucking sweet. Relax those legs for me, Darlin’. Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you,” he growled.

I nodded, dropping my legs at his nudging. His inked up hands looked good against my paler skin, and I moaned at the forbidden contact.

Holy. Fuck.

“Good girl,” he praised me, and my ovaries basically exploded.

Daddy kink unlocked.

Who knew?

“Yes, Daddy. Please,” I moaned, cupping his head as he ate me out with fervor.

I flexed my hips, chasing my pleasure against his skilled tongue. Goddamn, the man did this like a pro, and I really didn’t want to think about how he got so good at that.

“Eyes on me, Darlin’,” he growled, lifting his head covered in my slick, shining on his chin.

Damn.

Why was that sexy?

True, I was no femme fatale, but there was something about this man that brought a side of me out I’d never revealed to anyone.

He made me feel special.

Earthy.

Lusty.

And so damn good.

Especially when he gazed at me like that. His eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that left me winded.

It was as if nothing else existed in the world except for the space between us. The kind of look that made my heart skip a beat, a mix of pure physical yearning and something deeper—something more unspoken.

I could feel the weight of his gaze. Like he was memorizing every detail of me. As if I was the singular focus of all his attentions.

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