Page 59 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“Such good manners. Don’t worry about not knowing any tricks with your tongue. I’m going to teach you everything I know.”

Blakely felt a zing of excitement as he drew his jeans off. “You will?”

“Yep.”

“So you’re going to teach me how to give you a good, um, well, how to . . . you know . . . suck your cock?”

Stafford paused with his boxers halfway down his thighs.

The words had burst out of her so fast that it took him a moment to decipher them. She was red as a tomato, but still staring at him bravely.

That wasn’t actually what he’d been talking about. But if she wanted to learn what he liked . . . hell, he wouldn’t say no.

“I can do that, darlin’.”

“Good! I want to learn what you like,” she said, the red fading from her face. “I want you to enjoy things.”

“Things?” he queried, amused.

“Hey, I can only say one naughty word a day. Maybe a week.” She grinned at him as he finished stripping.

Then he strode toward her. “I think it’s cute how you struggle to say what you think are naughty words.”

His cock was standing at attention already, wanting her touch. Her gaze went straight to it, but she sat still. She looked like she was barely breathing.

“Breathe, darlin’,” he urged.

She sucked in a breath and held it.

“Let it out. In. Out. Good girl. Now, touch my cock.”

Her touch was sweet and tentative and it nearly undid him. He let out a groan, and she snatched her hand back.

“Was that okay?”

“Fuck, yes, darlin’. Keep touching me. You can squeeze harder. You’re not going to break him.”

“I just haven’t done this much. Touched a man’s . . . you know.”

“I know. But let’s not talk about you touching other men. Ever again.” He gave her a stern look and she bit her lip, looking chagrined.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“It’s all right. Now, touch me again. It feels so fucking good.”

She took hold of his dick. This time, her touch was firmer as she ran her hand up and down his shaft.

“That’s it, darlin’. Bit faster. Squeeze me at the base. Fuck, yes.”

“It really feels good?” Blakely asked, her attention fully on his dick.

“Yeah, you have no idea.”

“Can I put my mouth on you now?”

“I need you to get naked first.” Stafford reached down to grab her, putting her on her feet. Then he helped her strip off her clothes. “God, you’re so damn beautiful. And mine.” He grasped hold of her chin, tilting her head back. “No other man is allowed to touch what belongs to me, understand?”

“I understand.”

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