Page 42 of Daddy's Little Matchmaker

“More,” she whispered breathlessly.

He pulled his mouth off her breast, and teased, “In a hurry, are you?”

Unsure how to answer, and slightly embarrassed that she’d let the demand slip, she made eye contact. “I, uh… No, I’m not.”

He chuckled while shifting his entire body up and over hers. He’d been laying on her left side and now he was laying onher right. Without another word he put his mouth on her right nipple and sucked as his fingers found her left nipple.

“Oh!” she gasped, and closed her eyes again. “Yes.” Her clit throbbed, wanting to be touched as her hips rolled again.

Several minutes later, she was desperate for more still, but refused to beg. A tiny, frustrated whimper came from her throat.

He paused and brought his head up to make eye contact. With a little smirk he asked, “Did you have something to say?”

His confident smirk irritated her enough to say, “No.”

“You sure? Because I could do this for hours.” He winked and went back to sucking.

She gave in with a groan. “Okay, maybe I’m in a little bit of a hurry to move to the next step. Ithasbeen eighteen years for me.”

When he lifted his head again, the smirk was gone. “Eighteen years.” He shook his head. “I still can’t believe that.” Trailing his hand down her stomach to the waistline of her skirt, he stuck one finger in the waist and gently pulled at it. “Time to take it all off.”

She glanced at the wall. “Can we turn the light off?”

There was a pause while he seemed to be considering it. “I’d really prefer to keep it on. You’re absolutely beautiful. I want to see all of you. But if you need it off to be comfortable, I’ll go turn it off.”

She bit her lip and then shook her head. “I don’t need it off. I just don’t like the idea of you comparing me to all the younger women you’ve been with.”

He shook his head. “I frequent clubs, Tessica. I’ve played with younger women, older women, skinny women, plus size women, trans women, and every race under the sun. The only thing they all had in common was kink, but there was a beauty in each of them. When it comes to you, I findeverythingbeautiful.”

What could she possibly say to that? “Okay, we can leave the light on.”

“Thank you.” He tugged at the waistline of her skirt again. “Take it off.”

While she sat up and unzipped it, he scooted over, and slid his underwear off. She was slightly intimidated by the size of his cock, but that didn’t stop her from pushing her skirt, panties, and nylons off her hips in one swift move. She pulled it all off, and dropped it off the side of the bed before laying back down.

He scooted close and ran his hand across her stomach, down her hip, and across her mound of trimmed pubic hair. “Truly, you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve been with.”

“You’re beautiful, too,” she said.

With a smile he leaned down and sucked on her nipple again while his fingers dipped down between her folds.

She gasped and spread her legs, just enough to give him access.

His fingers ran across every surface of her pussy as if he were memorizing the layout by touch. When he brushed against her clit she moaned. He dipped two fingers inside her, coating them, and then brought them back up to rub her most sensitive spot.

“Oh my god,” she muttered, closing her eyes. She spread her legs even further and tilted her hips up.

He sucked her nipple a bit harder as his fingers moved lazily back and forth across her clit.

She moaned and pushed her hips further up, trying to get more pressure and friction on her clit.

His touch remained frustratingly light for several minutes, making her whimper again.

He pulled his hand and mouth away at the same time.

Whining, she opened her eyes.

“I don’t want you to come until I’m inside you. You’re not allergic to latex, are you?”

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