Page 70 of Who's Your Daddy?

“I’m not thinking right now,” I say between labored breaths.

“Then tell me what you want...and I’ll give it to you.”

The sultry promise in her voice pushes me to the edge. I’m going to crack. I’m going to jizz all over myself before I even get inside her. If that’s not bad enough already, she bends slightly to kiss my neck.

“I want...” I take a moment to collect myself enough to form a coherent sentence. “I want you on your knees in front of me, and then I want your sexy lips wrapped around my cock. I want you to take me so deep, deep enough to feel the back of your throat.”

She doesn’t hesitate. She removes my hand from between her legs and drops to her knees in front of me. “Stop me before you cum.”

There’s something so erotic about not being able to see her. It sends my other senses into hyper-drive. I feel her smooth skin against my thighs, and my body zings in anticipation. I don’t know what she’s going to do or when she’s going to do it.

She leaves me waiting, my impatience building with every second, so much so that I jolt at the first flick of her tongue. She circles it around my tip before the heat of her mouth engulfs me. A gravelly groan rumbles in my chest. I weave my fingers into her hair, gripping it tight as I move her head up and down the length of me. She moans, the vibration adding another layer of sensation.

Not even a minute in, and I’m about to explode. “Stop,” I say, the words coming out as a low growl.

She slowly stands up and eases me back against the bed. “Keep them closed.”

Again, she makes me wait, and I’m tense and edgy by the time she crawls on top of me. First, I feel her hair drape over the side of my body. Then the spongy firmness of her nipples caresses me as she places open-mouth kisses up my chest. The second my brain registers the warm wetness coating my dick, I lose it.

One hand is already on her ass, the other is positioning my tip at her entrance.

“No,” she whispers. She gently takes both my hands and clasps them above my head. “No touching.”

What the fuck is this?

Her supple tits are pressed against my chest. Her pussy is wet and ready for me. And she doesn’t want me to touch her? There is no worse form of torture.

She rocks her hips, grinding on my very eager cock. She moves her hand between our bodies, gripping me tight and rubbing my tip along her slick folds. It is the most tantalizing sensation, but only adds to my growing frustration. I thrust upwards, desperately seeking entry, but she lifts her hips an inch, denying me.

“Li, please.” My voice is thick and gruff. “A man can only take so much.”

She kisses me as if that will somehow ease the pressure building within me. My hands clench into fists. This vixen continues to tease me, taking me in an inch, then moving away when I try to push in deeper. She’s driving me insane, and the only reason I don’t flip her over and fuck her raw is because I don’t know how rough I can be with her.

I keep telling myself that she’s carrying some precious cargo and I need to be gentle. But my God, is she making it difficult.

Just when I’m about to snap, she slams her hips down hard enough to knock the wind out of me. My breath catches in my throat as I try to adjust to the feeling of being inside her. The absence of a condom heightens every sensation. She’s hotter, wetter. The waves of pleasure are torrential, washing over me until I’m almost delirious.

At this point, her rules are irrelevant. I’m done playing these games. I grip her hips and rock her back and forth, dragging her off my dick slow and pushing her back hard. Spreading her ass cheeks to go deeper, I thrust up in the same rhythm, hitting that spot that makes her lose her fucking mind. Her nails dig into my chest, and I wince when they scrape down my abs. Despite her languid pace, she rides me with vigor, voracity, her breasts bouncing with every up and down movement.

My heavy breaths mingle with her high-pitched moans, the sounds echoing our need and lust. She orgasms with my name on her lips, an aching whimper that pushes me off the edge into blissful oblivion.

Watching this woman unravel on top of me is a sight that imprints on my brain. I was doubting whether I could commit to one woman, but looking at her now, I know that no one else is ever going to hold a candle to her. She collapses limply against my chest, and my arms coil tightly around her.

“At least we got through SundayandMonday this time,” she says with a satisfied sigh.

The fact that I couldn’t even get to day three without touching her proves how much I want her. “We gave it our best shot, Li.”

“That was our best? We’re pathetic.”

“What are you talking about? I was ready to give myself a gold medal for practicing that amount of restraint.”

She looks up at me, resting her chin on my chest. “You want a medal for two measly days?”

“It wasn’t two days.” I stroke her hair away from her face. “It was three weeks...that felt like an eternity.”

“Ugh! It’s official.” She fakes a gag even though a pink tint colors her cheeks. “It pains me to say this, but I think I’ve just acquired a taste for Hustler University graduates.”

“And don’t forget immortal fuckboys.”

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