Page 56 of Off-Limits Daddy
“Fuuuuck,” he whispered.
I sucked the head into my mouth, one hand braced beside his hip, the other stroking along his thigh—slow, firm, grounding, even as my own pulse raced.
His back arched. He made this half-whimper, half-growl sound and threw one arm over his face like he couldn’t bear to be seen.
“Don’t hide from me,” I murmured around him. “I want to see all of it. All of you.”
His arm dropped. His pretty dove-gray eyes wide now. Lips parted, cheeks flushed. His whole body buzzing under my touch.
I took him deeper.
His knees bent up, heels pressing into the bed as his breath hitched—high and frantic. He was trembling now, one hand sliding into my hair, not pushing, just holding on like he needed the anchor.
I was so hard it hurt. Every soft sound he made, every twitch of his hips had me right on the edge of breaking. But I wanted this. Needed this. To feel him fall apart because of me.
I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, dragging my tongue up the underside of his cock. I teased the head. Swirled. Pressed open-mouthed kisses to the length of him, then licked him again—slow, base to tip—just to hear him gasp.
“You taste so good, baby,” I whispered between kisses. “Could live on this.”
Ari shivered—helpless now, too far gone to brat, too needy to pretend he wasn’t coming undone.
His thighs started to tremble.
His hips lifted.
His body asked before his mouth could.
And I gave him everything.
Took him deep again. Hand cupping his hip, guiding the rhythm. My other hand splayed across his stomach, feeling everystutter of breath, every tense quiver as I worked him with my mouth.
Ari sobbed out something—it might’ve been my name, it might’ve been nonsense—and his body locked up tight.
I didn’t stop.
I didn’t let go.
He came with a broken sound, thighs clenching around me, his whole body arching like he was unraveling from the inside out.
I swallowed every drop of his cum.
Only when his body went slack and his breathing slowed did I ease off, licking him clean with slow, reverent care.
And fuck, I was still hard as stone.
But right then? I didn’t need to come.
I just needed to hold him.
I crawled up beside him and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He blinked at me, wrecked and dazed and perfect.
“Holy shit,” he whispered. “I’m never recovering from that.”
I grinned. “Yeah?”
He reached for me. “I want to?—”
I caught his wrist.
