Page 100 of Hey, Daddy

That surprise was fantastic, of course, but it momentarily made me forget about my freaking out heart rate, and instead focus on just how big, and how good, he made me feel.

“Oh, god,” I breathed. “Haze…”

His hands came to my ass, and he smoothed his palm up both globes, then down again.

He didn’t rush me.

He didn’t urge me to move.

He just remained so perfectly still that he appeared to be made out of stone.

If it wasn’t for the pulse pounding at his neck and his throbbing erection buried deep inside of me, I would’ve thought him unaffected.

But he was affected.

Very affected.

I smoothed my hand up to his throat and curled my tiny palm around the thick column of muscle and sinew.

His eyes, that I now realized were pinched tightly closed for a reason, snapped open. His eyes blazed as they found mine.

I was killing him.

I grinned and slowly started to move, up and down, in the smallest amounts.

Just enough that I was teasing the both of us.

“God,” I breathed, my eyes staying locked with his. “You feel so good inside of me, Haze.”

“You didn’t put on a condom,” he croaked.

Not that either one of us was complaining, but he was right.

I probably should have.

But…

“My period’s set to start any second,” I murmured. “It’s too late to get pregnant.”

“Fuck,” he growled.

I felt that growl against my hand that was still on his throat.

My fingers clenched, and his hips jerked underneath me.

“Do you like to be choked, Haze?” I teased.

He chuckled.

Again, it rumbled against my hand.

“It’s cute that you think you can choke me with that puny hand, but I jerked in reaction because of your fingernails digging into my skin,” he explained. “I’d really, really like it if you started to move now, though. I’m not into torture.”

I started to move faster now, fucking him harder.

His eyes closed, his hands at my hips tightened slightly, but he didn’t outwardly urge me on in any way.

I bent down and bit his nipple with my teeth, teasing the nub with my tongue.

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