Page 36 of Impressing Brett

He crawls backward several inches and grabs the waistband of my leggings. Taking my panties and socks with them, he draws both down my legs, leaving me naked.

I’m panting. I’m so wet and swollen and needy.

His gaze is all over me as he shoves off the bed to stand and unbutton his jeans. “Spread your legs for me, Lacy,” he demands in a deep sexy growl.

I bend my knees and let them fall open wide. Any modesty I usually had in the past evaporates under his heated gaze. It’s impossible to feel anything but cherished while he looks at me.

The rest of his clothes disappear in seconds, and then he sets a knee on the bed and climbs back over me. His cock is thick and hard and bobbing between us as he kneels in front of me.

I rise onto my elbows so I can see him better.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Lacy,” he murmurs. “Better than I ever imagined.”

I give him a slow smile. “I could say the same about you. That should be illegal.” I nod toward his cock.

He laughs. “I have a special permit for it,” he jokes before wrapping one hand around the length and stroking up to the tip and back down. The move is so sensual.

I push up to sit, licking my lips before I scoot forward and bring my mouth to the mushroom-shaped head. I flick my tongue over it, gathering the wetness, tasting him.

He groans. “Lacy…” He grips his shaft.

“Salty,” I inform him. “Let me taste again?” I tip my head back, imploring him with my gaze.

A deep unintelligible sound escapes his mouth. “Lacy…”

It’s as if he’s been reduced to the one word. I’m not sorry. It’s powerful knowing I’m affecting him so strongly that all he can do is mutter my name. I scoot even closer and look up at him as I open my mouth and wrap my lips around the tip of his erection.

I’ve never done this before. I’ve never been with anyone I wanted to suck off. The inclination has never come over me. Until now. Until Brett. Until this Daddy Dom swept into my life like a whirlwind and took over.

He makes me feel so special and cherished, and I want to give some of that back to him.

“Lacy…” he says again, this time with lust instead of warning. His hand comes to the back of my neck and grips me. I’m not sure if he wants to pull me back or encourage me to continue.

I reach for his shaft with one hand, shoving his out of the way so I can take over. I ease him into my mouth as far as I can, sucking, hollowing my cheeks.

He suddenly grips my braids in one hand and draws me back. “You can’t keep doing that, Little lamb. I’ll come.” He eases me onto my back.

“Isn’t that the basic idea?” I tease.

He smiles. “Such a naughty girl when you’re in bed. I didn’t see this coming.” He drops down onto his hands at my sides. “I like it.”

My cheeks heat. “It’s you. I’ve never acted like this before.”

“Good. Such abandon. It’s sexy.”

“It’s for you.”

“Always, Lacy. Always for me. Forever.”

I nod. I can’t deny him, and at this moment, I believe him. He’s so intense, it’s impossible not to.

“I’m going to suck your pussy now until you come so hard you can’t think straight.”

My breath hitches. “Why do you get to make me come, and I don’t get to make you come?”

He lowers his face, takes one of my nipples in his mouth, and bites down playfully. “Sassy girl.”

“Seems like a double standard,” I continue to argue, sticking out my bottom lip in a fake pout.

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