Page 18 of Who's Your Daddy?

His voice is strained, and his shoulders are tense, but he maintains a slow, steady pace. Somehow, that allows me to experience every sensation. I feel the depth of each thrust, the searing heat of his mouth as it claims mine. I hear the hoarseness of his groans, the raggedness of every breath he draws as his hips hit against mine. I taste the saltiness of his skin, and when those jade eyes lock on mine, I see him lost in ecstasy. I see how much pleasure he takes in my body. And I want to indulge in that feeling to the fullest.

“More,” I beg. “Please...give me more.”

He snaps, his control disintegrating almost instantly. He presses my thigh down toward the mattress, spreading me wider so I can take the full force of him.

“Is this what you want?” he rasps.

My response is an aching whimper.

Oh, God. This man definitely understood the assignment. He pumps harder, his thrusts becoming more rapid, and my nails rake down his back. The sensations compound, escalating minute by minute until they explode, rippling through my body as an orgasm takes over. It doesn’t take long before he drops his forehead against mine, his fingers tightly clutching my thigh as he climaxes.

But the night doesn’t end there. He told me he would make me want to do it all over again. And I do. I want more of him. All of him.

We’re insatiable, and there’s a common goal between us. We’re trying to extract every drop of pleasure out of this one night, and we don’t stop until our bodies collapse with exhaustion. He falls asleep first, and I lie there, stroking my fingers across his chest as I listen to his deep, rhythmic breathing.

After my breakup with Teddy earlier, I didn’t think my night would play out like this. I was supposed to be in a dingy motel room, and yet here I am, lying naked on a king-sized bed next to...

Next to some guy I met just a few hours ago. The thought jolts me out of my lust-induced stupor. What the hell am I doing?

No, notdoing.

What have Idone?

The last time I had sex with Teddy was 4thof July weekend. That was just two weeks ago. The sheets aren’t even cold yet, and I’m already in bed with another man. What is wrong with me? If my parents were alive, they’d be so disappointed with the woman I’m becoming.

Guilt and shame well up inside me. I can’t say I regret it, but this is definitely not something I wouldeverdo again. I’m going to take his suggestion, jot this down as the best mistake I’ve ever made, and leave it at that.

Very carefully, I pull away from him and scooch off the bed without waking him. I move quietly around the room, gathering my discarded clothes, and after re-dressing, I sneak out.

4. Peter

I’m not annoyed. I’mconfused. Maybe my confusion is causing my annoyance, but I’m not going to misplace that. I’m more annoyed with myself than with her. I was surprised when I woke up on Thursday morning in an empty bed. It kinda feels like she played me. She was the one who insisted that she didn’t want a one-night stand, so tonotfind her in my bed the next morning was...well, it was a shock. I thought we sort of had a spark.

A spark? What the hell am I even thinking? There was nospark. I had a nice evening with a woman who’s kinda cute...hella cute...Shit, who am I trying to fool? She’s fucking stunning. Like, out of this world stunning. Like stops the air in my lungs kind of stunning.

But that in itself is not a unique quality. I’ve seen a lot of hot women in my life. They’re not hard to find, especially in California. This place is crawling with them. Every model or wannabe actress passes through here, so it’s not a rarity to turnanycorner and bump into a beautiful woman.

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