Page 97 of Doughn't Let Me Go

I laugh at the vision. “That’s because you have boobs. Your shirt would get stuck on them.”

“You’re blaming my boobs for my lack of coordination?”

“Yes.” I push her shirt up over her body and she slides it over her head, tossing it across the room, and it lands I don’t even know where. “They’re big,” I say, staring down at them like a hungry man who hasn’t eaten in a week faced with a steak dinner.

“Is that a problem? Are you not into big boobs?”

“Dory, I’m a heterosexual man—I am intoallboobs.” To prove my point, I pull one of her already hard nipples into my mouth. She moans her appreciation and I laugh around her. “I’m just surprised they’re so big. They’re always hidden under your oversized shirts.”

“They were my—”

“Father’s. Yes, I remember.” I kiss my way up her chest and neck and over her jaw, straight to her ear. “But I don’t want to talk about him right now. I want to talk about how much your whole nineties look drives me wild. I find it hot as fuck.”

She arches toward me, breath heavy. “Do you?”

“Hell yes. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to walk away last night? When you were wearing that itty-bitty fucking skirt?”

She reaches up, pulling me down by my neck.

“Not as hard as it was to watch you leave.”

Her words ghost over my mouth, and I gulp.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, you know. It’s wrong. You’re my daughter’s nanny. I’m your boss.”

“There are lines,” she agrees. “But it’s just one night…”

“One night,” I echo, though secretly I pray for more.

“Porter?”

“Yeah?”

“Give me the best night of my life.”

And I do.

* * *

If a guy sayshis idea of a perfect wake-up isn’t doing so with his dick in his girl’s mouth, he’s a liar.

I comb my fingers through Dory’s hair as she slides her tongue over my cock.

She’s been teasing me for the last ten minutes, and my patience is growing thin.

“I’m starting to think you don’t know how to give a blow job and you’re just biding your time until I get tired of your ineptitude, haul you back up here, and bury my face in your pussy.”

Her mouth pops off me with a loud noise.

“Is that a promise?”

“Do you want it to be?”

She hasn’t been shy at all about letting me know she likes it when I eat her out. In fact, she’s beenveryvocal about it.

“Yes.”

Her answer is so sure, so certain.

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