Page 53 of Cutter

“Good.” Changing directions, he left kisses on his way to her right hipbone. Emily was close to screaming. Her thighs started to shake.

“Keep your legs up. You’re limber enough. If you need help, use one arm. Only one. I have other uses in mind for your free hand.”

What could he possibly mean by that?

Emily stopped wondering about anything when he descended on her pussy and suckled her clit into his mouth with little pulls. Thoughts and ideas poofed away. Only his prodigious lips and the things he was doing with his amazing tongue, lapping her clit and folds and pressing insistently at her bundle of nerves, mattered. He was making love to her pussy, the seat of her sex, the woman she was in all her expressions. Tween. Middle. Big. Emotions tangled with physical sensations into one powerful swell, and the wave started to roll through her

“Daddy. I can’t.” She reached for him, seeking the anchor of his hair. He clasped her hand, stopping her.

“Not me. Play with your nipple. Pinch it.”

“But I’ll come.”

“I know. Go with it. Do what I say.”

“What about you?”

“Obey, little girl. Give me what I want.”

That was it.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Complying with his command, she rolled her erect nipple between her fingers. A line of fire went straight to her clit. The orgasm was impossible to stop. Giving herself to the surge of pleasure, she released her climax into Daddy’s mouth.

Cutter moving back and forth and around her kitchen wearing his Converse high tops unlaced, boxer shorts, and his leather jacket, was an interesting image. The picture was completed when she lent him one of her scrunchies to hold his long hair back in a ponytail. He was an incongruous cross between a feral and domesticated cook.

In minutes, he’d put together a breakfast with scrambled eggs, cinnamon-raisin bagels, cream cheese with the yogurt and fruit. Now he was washing the last used plate instead of half-loading the dishwasher. Because later, he explained, they would need the dishwasher for dinner dishes. And his little Emmy wasn’t doing a single chore.

Wow.

“Are you staying for the weekend?” She finally worked up the nerve to speak. She’d been wanting to ask, hoping he’d stay, but afraid of hearing a negative answer.

“Honestly, when I left my house, I wasn’t sure how things were going to pan out between us. Since I won’t take you for granted, I didn’t bring clothes or anything.”

“What does that mean?”

“Means that I have to wait for the dryer to finish. Then we’ll figure out the rest. Going back home for clothes is kind of a production. I’d have to drive to the clubhouse, exchange the truck for the bike, and then go home.”

“I forgot about that. Sounds complicated. Can’t you go home from here?”

After drying his hands, he hung the dish towel on the sink and sat next to her. “That’s the easiest and most logical thing to do, but I’m not sure what Nails is up to. He could have someone watching my house. If they see me return in the truck, it’s a break in my routine, and they’ll know something has changed. They’ll want to know why. I can’t connect you with me. Not until the Chaos is put away.”

“You’ve thought of everything. That should be my job. I feel terribly ineffective.” She clasped her hands on the table. He covered both with one of his.

“Don’t put yourself down, Emmy. We’re all learning and adapting to the situation. Nails is the surprise element none of us expected. The night at the party, we noticed he has interestsoutside the MC. This is something I want to discuss with you, but later. I just hope I’m not missing an important detail.”

“All right, we’ll discuss this other issue later. Meanwhile, you can’t go home from here. What do you need to stay over?”

“The basics.” He gave her one of his sparkling grins. “I know you have toothpaste. I’ll need a toothbrush and deodorant. I wouldn’t be opposed to another T-shirt.”

“Underwear?”

“As long as my jeans are clean, I can go commando.”

“Um…”

The image was instantaneous. Cutter’s erect sex pushing at the buttons of his fly, bare and demanding, no cover, no boxer shorts, no nothing… Heat flushed her cheeks.

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