Page 72 of Daddy Issues

“Oh, fuck.” I groaned, wetter than I think I’d ever been in my life. My nipples ached, stretching against their piercings.

His hands moved from my thighs to my hips, clutching, and pushed me against the chair. Then he sucked hard on my clit, his teeth grazing the most sensitive spot so that I almost exploded off the chair.

Every muscle in my body snapped painfully tight, stealing my breath.

“Fuck…fuck…” I moaned, gasping, as I came hard on his face.

But he didn’t stop, kept licking and sucking like I was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. My chest heaving, gasping, I moaned his name. “Adam.” I couldn’t breathe enough to say all the things I wanted to say. If I could, I’d shout how good this felt.

Only one thing could feel better. He pulled back, kissed my thigh. “I don’t have a condom down here.”

“You don’t need one.” Trembling, I sat up, reaching between my legs toward the buckle of his belt. “I’ve been on birth control since I was sixteen, and the only sex I’ve had in almost a year…you were there for it.”

For the first time, I regretted that first night with Jester. Because I didn’t want Puck to say no now, I wanted to feel him inside me. I needed him to make me come again. Once would never be enough.

Puck

The heady taste of her coated my lips, my tongue. Her pretty pink pussy was shining, wet, and begging to be fucked. Hell, she was begging to be fucked.

I grabbed her by the throat with a gloved hand and pulled her to me as she fished my cock from my jeans. If anyone walked in, they’d see a lot. I wasn’t leaving her long enough to lock the door.

The kiss was primal, urgent, and hard. I couldn’t be easy with her, not after the way she’d bucked against my face.

I could fuck anyone. There were dozens of patch bunnies at the clubhouse right now. But none of them were Kenna. And if I were honest with myself, I’d wanted her for years. That’s what this kiss was, all that pent up desire. I wasn’t holding back like I had been.

She was small and delicate but kissed me back frantically, stroking the length of my cock as she did, and groaning when I tightened my grip on her throat.

I’d spent most of my day dreaming of sinking balls deep in her.

I ripped my lips away, rubbed a rubber coated thumb across her bottom lip, and liked the way the black contrasted against her flushed skin. Delicate was the wrong word to describe her, she wasn’t. She was strong, sexy, dynamite in a tiny package.

“I’m not going to be easy,” I grumbled, desperate to keep my voice low. The idea someone could walk in was exciting, but fucking up my entire shop because Kenna left me horny as fuck—not a great idea.

Excitement flashed in her eyes and she nipped my thumb, her teeth catching on the rubber and releasing with a little snap as she pulled away.

She came willingly, sliding off the chair, still stroking me. I closed my eyes against her greedy touch. Any other time, I’d let her jerk me off and enjoy every minute of it. But now, I wanted so much more.

I spun her around and pushed her on the chair on her stomach, her booted feet dangling. She was prone, exposed, and unable to move. And somehow, she still managed to wiggle her ass at me.

The sound of rubber on skin radiated through the small room. I hiked her skirt up the rest of the way, my red hand print taking up damn near more space than she had ass cheek.

“Later on, I’m going to need you to spend more time doing just that.” She groaned when I smacked her ass again. “Please.”

Damn right I would, but not now. Now I was desperate to be inside her—my way.

I pulled off the gloves, wiped my hands on my jeans, and guided the tip of my cock against her cunt. Every motion felt like someone else was doing it and I was just the observer. Until I slid into her. That warm, slick velvet feeling washed over me like nothing else before.

With trembling fingers, I grabbed her hips and lifted, angling her so I could go deeper. And I did, sinking inside her on a longlow moan until her ass pressed against me. Her tiny gasp was sexy, as was the white knuckled grip she had on the tattoo chair.

After that, it was a blur of pure sensation. In and out, friction sliding across sensitive flesh. And when I thought I’d gone too far, too hard, she’d beg for more, until all I could hear was skin on skin and my own feral grunts.

She tightened impossibly around me, her body shuddering, and she bit the chair to keep from crying out. Wet heat engulfed my cock and left me unable to think about anything else but getting mine. I pumped faster now, giving her no room to recover, no time to breathe.

A warning shot of pleasure scorched down my spine to my balls, and I almost pulled out. Would have any other time, and yet, I trusted her and let go while I was hilt deep inside.

Once. Twice. Then I dropped her hips, leaned over her, pushed her hair away, and kissed the base of her neck. I stayed there for several seconds, listening to our panting breaths and watching the action in the shop. It was a busy night, thank God, and doubtful anyone heard anything over the music.

“Are you coming up when you finish?”

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