Page 43 of Off-Limits Daddy
His hand tightened at the back of my neck, holding me right where he wanted me. A low sound rumbled in his chest—deep, rough, barely controlled—and I felt it like a pulse against my ribs.
Then his hips shifted.
And I felt him.
Hard through his jeans. Pressed to me like he couldn’t help it anymore.
My whole body lit up.
Heat shot down my spine, curling low and tight in my gut. Every inch of me flushed hot, blood rushing south so fast it made my knees feel like they were made of rubber. My dick throbbed, pushing up against the front of my shorts, aching with how badly I wanted him to touch me. See me. Want me like this.
God, he did.
I didn’t need words. I could feel it in every part of him—his breath, his grip, the way his mouth claimed mine like he’d die if he stopped.
I pressed closer. Rubbed against him just once, slow and deliberate. The contact punched a growl from his throat and made his hand clamp tighter on my waist.
He broke the kiss for half a second, lips hovering above mine, eyes dark and glassy. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
“Pretty sure I do.”
His fingers slid up my side, rough and reverent, like he was memorizing me through the thin cotton of my T-shirt, like he wanted to shape the moment, shapeme, into something that belonged right there with him. Then his mouth dragged along my jaw, down to the place just beneath my ear. He kissed me there, open-mouthed and hot, and I swear I forgot my own name.
I gasped—couldn’t stop it—and perhaps it was the sound that made him shudder against me.
“You feel that?” His voice was a whisper, ragged and dangerous.
“Yeah,” I breathed. “I feel all of you.”
And I wanted more. Every bit he’d give me.
And then finally...
Finally, something in me whispered, breaking apart like I’d been holding it inside too long. Every crush, every wrong choice, every boyfriend who didn’t get it, whocouldn’tget it—I would’ve thrown all of them into the sun for this one perfect, aching second.
His thumb dragged against the corner of my mouth. A hum broke loose in my throat, and before I could stop myself, the word escaped, too low and wrecked: “Be my Daddy?”
Not the kind of daddy who fixed scraped knees or sat in folding chairs at school plays.
The kind I wanted to keep. Tobelongto. Not just some boyfriend—I wantedhim. Friend. Lover. Partner. All of it, wrapped up in that word.
Daddy froze for half a second, just enough for me to taste hesitation on his lips. Then he kissed me harder like he knew exactly what I meant, like he’d been waiting for permission, waiting for that name to break out of me.
Thought I’d never breathe again.
Didn’t care.
Could’ve stayed there all night, tangled up in him, tasting safety and danger at the same time, both curling hot beneath my skin in the best kind of way.
But then—I felt it. That flicker in him. The start of a pullback, like he was trying to cage everything he just let loose.
“This isn’t fair to you,” he said, voice shot through with something thick and rough, like honey over gravel.
Fair?
What the hell did fair have to do withthis?
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