Page 95 of Power Play Daddies
I kneel in front of her, pushing her shirt up just enough to get a look at her swollen cunt and the heat between her legs.
“Fuck, you’re so damn hot,” I murmur, brushing my fingers along her skin.
She opens her mouth, but before she can say anything, I dip my head and kiss her inner thigh, letting my tongue follow the line, making her inhale sharply. It’s all slow, teasing, until I feel the tension build under my lips.
Her breath hitches, but I keep going, taking my sweet time. The taste of her on my tongue? Jesus, it’s addictive. She’s shuddering a little now, every inch of her responding, and I can’t get enough of it. My hands slide to her hips, gripping her tight to hold her in place as I continue.
I look up at her. Her eyes are closed, lips parted, and I swear it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I keep going, licking, tasting, pushing her closer to the edge.
Her fingers tug at my hair, pulling me closer. “Mason...” she breathes, her voice shaking.
“Yeah, babe?” I ask, my lips still pressed against her.
“I—I need you,” she manages to get out, her voice barely a whisper, but I can hear the need in it.
I grin against her skin. “You got me, sweetheart.”
I don’t stop. Not until she’s shivering and gasping, her body tensing before I feel her explode.
She’s breathless when I pull away, looking down at me with a half-dazed expression.
“Fuck, Mason…” she breathes, her voice trembling with aftershocks.
I stand up, my fingers brushing her skin one last time. “You’re welcome.”
She smiles, her lips still swollen from the kiss. “I didn’t think you’d be this good at breakfast.”
I laugh, grabbing the eggs off the stove and serving them up. “You’d better get used to it. I’m good at a lot of things.”
She chuckles and slides off the counter, stretching her legs. “You’re cocky.”
“Can’t help it. I know what I’m good at,” I tease.
She rolls her eyes, but there’s a smile there too. “Okay, okay. Let’s eat before you leave.”
I hand her a plate and sit down with mine, but before I can dig in, she pecks my lips. “Thanks for making this.”
“Anytime,” I say with a wink. “Now, eat up. Gotta get you ready for my mom.”
She raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything, just shoves a bite of eggs in her mouth. The sound of her chewing fills the kitchen for a moment, and for once, the world feels right.
When the other men come down ten minutes later, they look as tired as I feel.
“Thanks for breakfast,” Kieran says, pouring orange juice into a glass.
I explain to them that I need to leave.
“We can drop Daisy off at her place, and then you can pick her up from there,” Beau says.
“Yes. That way I can at least get dressed and ready for brunch.” She nods. Kieran tugs her, wrapping an arm around her. She turns her face to him, smiling as he leans in to brush his lips on hers.
“The brunch is at noon, so please don’t keep her too late.” I smile.
“I’ll make sure of it,” Beau says.
I walk over, place my bowl in the sink, and then kiss her.
