Page 17 of Who's Your Daddy?

This is something I’m not used to. He’s watching me so intently, razor-focused on my every movement. His gaze is palpable. I can feel it searing my skin as it skims over me. I hook my thumbs into the seams of my panties, and my hands are clumsy as I drag them down my legs.

He groans, biting down on his lower lip to stifle the sound. His hand moves lower, rubbing the bulge in his jeans. “Now, spread your legs for me.”

The timbre of his voice holds a smoky rasp, so thick with lust, my core clenches at the sound. It wraps around my senses, leaving me tingling all over. My breathing elevates in time with his, and I’m rigid when I move my knees about an inch apart.

He leers at me, seemingly amused by my discomfort. “A little more than that.”

I spread my legs another inch, and his grin widens. Damn, he’s got a sexy grin. It’s doing terrible things to me. I’m flushed on the outside and a scorching hot mess on the inside.

He waits a few seconds, and when I remain still, he chuckles softly to himself. “Let me help you with that.” He places a hand on each of my knees, spreading them further apart until I’m on full display to him. His breath hitches. “You’re so wet.”

It wasn’t necessary to state that observation out loud because it makes me acutely aware of my body’s reaction to him. And my body’s reaction inadvertently fuels his body’s reaction to me. He rubs himself harder as his eyes rove over every inch of my bare skin.

Leaning forward, he kisses the inside of my left thigh, and I stiffen. He lifts his head to look up at me. “Have you never done this before, dollface?”

I’m no virgin, but I’ve never experienced anything like this before. It’s not like Teddy didn’t go down on me. It just wasn’t something he did often. We were both always more focused onhispleasure, so I thought this would be the same. A quick three-minute endeavor where I hopefully orgasmed at the end. It’s always a gamble with that, so I was keeping my expectations low. But I was certainly not prepared for this kind of lingering intensity.

My ignorance is obvious, but I try to cover it up. “I have...I just...This is different. No one has ever...studiedme this way before. It’s...unsettling.”

This admission intrigues him. Pressing a fist into the mattress, his large body comes over me. His lips ghost across my cheek before moving down my neck. “Do I make you nervous?” he whispers against the hollow of my ear.

I swallow, trying to gulp down more air. “Very.”

He lowers his head to take one swollen nipple into his mouth, and he lightly grazes it with his teeth. “Do I make your heart race?”

“Yes,” I reply breathlessly.

“Do I make you wet?”

Why is he asking this question when he already knows the answer? I shut my eyes, my face flushing with embarrassment. “Yes.”

“I think you should accept the fact that I can make your body do a lot of things.” Inch by inch, his mouth creeps lower down my stomach, circling around my belly ring. “I’m gonna make you scream. I’m gonna make you cum. And when I’m done...” His eyes flick up to meet mine. “...I’m gonna make you wanna do it all over again.” That sexy grin curves on his lips once more. “Are you ready?”

Somehow, he replaces my uneasiness with exigency. At this point, my body is a ball of crackling nerve endings. My heart is beating erratically. My pulse is skittering all over the place. Every cell feels like it’s carrying an electric charge. I’m so turned on I can’t even speak. All I can do is nod.

With a satisfied smirk, he dips his head between my legs. His tongue strokes over my core, the heat of his mouth making me dizzy. Pleasure surges through my body. Cupping my ass, he lifts my hips off the bed and my back arches when he leisurely massages my clit. With languid dexterity, his tongue snakes down, moving between my folds before probing inside me.

“Ohhh...Peter...” I cry out.

My moans are high-pitched and needy, so loud I don’t even recognize my own voice. My hands twist in his hair as my hips rock against his mouth. He sets my body on fire. I’m engulfed in the flames of passion, becoming increasingly impatient for more.

I’m not sure if he senses it, but he reaches into his pocket for a condom. It should make me reconsider my decision because the fact that he casually carries condoms around with him speaks volumes about his character. But it doesn’t deter me at all. My body is tingling with anticipation as I watch him strip off his jeans and slip on the condom.

Once it’s on, he crawls over me again, the thin film of perspiration on his chest moistening my skin. The thick head of his cock presses against my entrance, and my breathing elevates. A mixture of anxiousness and excitement pumps fiercely through my veins. What I’m about to do scares me, but at the same time, it thrills me to my very soul.

He stops, keeping his eyes on mine. “You’re nervous again.”

I like that he notices even the smallest changes in my body. “Just a little.”

“Okay. I won’t rush.” He brushes my hair off my forehead before lightly kissing my lips. “And my last name is Danahay.”

Those two short sentences turn me to mush inside. “I needed to know that.”

“I know.” A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Now, take a deep breath.”

His voice is soft, but it’s the authority in his tone that compels me to listen. I inhale, and as I exhale, he pushes inside me. The pressure is so intense that the tail-end of that single exhale turns into a drawn-out moan. He’s so tantalizingly thick that I clamp around him, my body desperate to keep his cock right where it is.

“Fuck.” The guttural sound rumbles against my ear, his teeth grating my tender skin as he bites into my shoulder. “I wasn’t ready for that.”

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