Page 88 of Don't Call Me Daddy
“I … I just need a minute to calm down after that. I’m kind of having a war in my brain right now, and I think I panicked when you started wheezing. Sometimes, when people are in heightened states of emotion, like the extremes I tend to prefer during sexual acts … the comedown can feel like a lot. It’s, uh … it’s called a drop.”
I clear my throat, feeling so vulnerable and mildly embarrassed, but to Ivy’s credit, she doesn’t even break eye contact. She stands and leads me to the bed, and then she climbs on my lap, wrapping herself around me.
“What are you doing—” I start to ask, but she cuts me off.
“I’m cuddling you. What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Why?” I ask, as she straddles a leg on either side of me and nuzzles into my chest.
“Because you look like you could use a hug and also because I want to.”
I wrap an arm around her, squeezing her small body against me, and all my worries slowly melt away. I’ve never in my life felt so understood or seen, and who would’ve known that this little ball of sunshine and sarcasm would be the one to bring me to my knees?
Actually, I did.
The moment she kicked her sneakers on my dash and opened her smart mouth to argue, I knew I’d be a goner. But fuck if it isn’t so much worse than I imagined.
“Why are you so goddamn perfect?” I ask, kissing her on top of her head. I don’t even bother correcting myself or trying to backtrack because, honestly, that’s how I feel.
She pulls away, breaking her death grip of a hug, wearing a satisfied smirk. “I just got a great idea …”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?” I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear as I drink in her bare face, free of any makeup, not that she wears much anyway, but I love how clearly I can see her freckles right now.
“Can we have a movie night?” She claps her hands together at her chest as her eyes sparkle with excitement at the idea.
I don’t know how anyone could tell her no. Not when something as menial as watching a movie has her this excited.
“Why don’t I order us some dinner while you pick the movie?”
Her smile grows wider, and I can practically see the wheels spinning as she tries to pick the perfect movie for the occasion. “Can we have popcorn? And those chocolate-covered frozen raspberries you brought home last week?”
I nod, trying to hold back my grin. “If that’s what you want, I’ll place a grocery order right now.”
She beams a smile and hugs me. “This is going to be so much fun.”
I slap her ass, though the towel muffles the blow, so it isn’t nearly as satisfying as I’d like. “Why don’t you get dressed before I change my mind and tear that robe off of you?”
She hops off the bed, and tugs at the tie of her robe, making it fall open, revealing the shallow curve of her cleavage. “Is that supposed to be a threat? Because I can think of worse things …”She kicks out her leg, parting the robe open further, and that pretty pussy of hers comes back into view.
I rake a hand over my face and stifle a growl. “Ivy …”
“What?” She lets the robe fall down one of her shoulders, blinking up at me with big doe eyes. “Oops.” The other side falls off her other shoulder, so her bare breasts are right in front of my face, and then she drops it to the floor completely.
I tighten my fists in the sheets as I drink in her perfect body—the subtle curve of her hips, those incredible tits that fit so perfectly in the palms of my hands, and the prettiest pussy in the whole goddamn world that’s practically begging to be played with.
Just when I think I’ve pushed her too far, the little minx has to push back even harder. I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s one of the things I love the most about her. Ivy isn’t afraid to be herself, and she damn sure isn’t afraid to take what she wants.
“Get over here. On your knees,” I command, dropping my towel from around my waist.
I’m already hard—or still hard, however you want to look at it. I feel like we’ve been in a perpetual state of edging from the moment we met, and it’s going to take more than a few happy endings to get each other out of our system. Hell, at this rate, I’ll be licking my wounds for the rest of my pathetic life.
She’s worth it though … a million times over.
With an almost-feverish excitement, she drops to her knees before me, and the sight nearly has my heart beating out of my chest.
“Is my needy little slut horny again already? You just can’t get enough, can you, baby girl?” I ask, testing the waters to see how she’ll react.
She swallows a gulp as her eyes widen, looking so fucking eager as she hangs on to my every word. And just like that, I know exactly what she needs from me—a little degradation,sandwiched between plenty of praise. And judging from the way she’s looking at me right now, my guess is that she’s only just realized it herself.
