Page 69 of Off-Limits Daddy
“Maybe twelve now.”
I looked up at him—this man with fire in his eyes and heat in his touch—and nodded once, tight.
“Then make ’em count.”
He kissed me again, deeper this time. Tongue sweeping into my mouth like he owned it—and maybe he did. I couldn't thinkstraight when he touched me. Couldn't breathe properly when his hands were on me like this.
The hand I’d grabbed? Slipped free. Flattened low on my belly, dragging slow and sure over the front of my jeans. I gasped against his mouth when his palm cupped me through the denim.
"Fuck," I whispered.
"That for me?"
I didn’t answer. Just let my head fall back against the wall and bit down on a moan.
Daddy knelt, lips brushing the button of my jeans before he popped it open. His fingers worked quick, practiced, and then I was free, the air cool on my cock. I swore again, one hand bracing on the wall, the other slipping into his hair as his mouth found me.
Warm. Wet. Devastating.
He sucked me in like it was nothing. Like we had all the time in the world. No fumbling. No hesitation. Just deep, slow pulls that made my knees shake.
"Jesus, Daddy."
He hummed, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. Tongue tracing along the underside, slow and deliberate. One hand on my hip, the other wrapping around the base.
Every time I thought I had my balance, he stole it. Every time I tried to stay quiet, he did something with his mouth that made it impossible.
I looked down and nearly came right then.
Him—on his knees, shirt riding up, that soot-smudge on his arm, his mouth full of me. Eyes locked on mine like I was the only thing that mattered.
"Daddy, I?—"
He pulled off just enough to say, "Not yet, baby. I want you right there. Just holding on."
And I did. God, I did. I held on while he sucked me down again, while his hand worked me in rhythm with his mouth, while my entire body clenched with the need to fall apart.
The creak of a floorboard somewhere down the hall snapped something in my chest.
"Fuck—"
Daddy pulled off with a wet sound and pressed a kiss just beneath the head of my cock.
"We’re not getting caught," he said, voice low. "But you’re gonna come for me. Right here. Just like this."
He wrapped his lips around me again, sucked hard, and that was it.
I came with a strangled sound, one hand over my mouth to muffle it. He didn’t stop. Licked me through it, swallowed everything, and then stood up slowly, eyes still burning.
"Good boy," he murmured, thumb brushing my lower lip. "Always so good for me."
I leaned into him, dazed, catching my breath as he tucked me back into my jeans and zipped me up.
"Now get back to painting," he whispered. "Or they’ll know."
He kissed my cheek once, then slipped out the door like nothing had happened.
And I stood there, flushed and wrecked and smiling like a fool, already counting the minutes until he found me again.
