Page 77 of Don't Call Me Daddy
“I can’t believe you found me,” she says, breaking the silence.
“Yeah, well, it was only because I’d spent so much time out here when I was young. I knew there weren’t bushes this large in the middle of the forest, but I can’t say that the three stooges out there will be able to tell.”
Her hand moves up my thigh, fingers brushing just beneath my balls as she gives me her signature mischievous smirk. “Then, we need to be quiet, so we don’t give our awesome hiding spot away.”
Goose bumps erupt all over my skin, and my heart rate skyrockets as her wandering touch moves from the top of my thigh to my knee. “Ivy, what are you—” I stand, attempting to put some distance between us. I need to get my head on straight. I need to think clearly before I do something we’ll both regret.
But she’s not making this easy on me, and she stands, too, which only makes things worse. My cock grows harder at the feeling of her soft breasts nuzzled against my core as our bodies press together in the narrow space. My palms itch to pull her into me while my brain fires off warning sirens. I know I should stop this, but, goddamn it, I don’t think I can. I don’t know how much more torment my touch-starved body can take.
I hiss a breath through gritted teeth as her hand moves back to my thigh. This time, she grazes my balls, and I nearly see stars.
“What are you trying to—” I grab her hands, pressing them against the tree, desperate to catch my breath.
But there’s not enough space, and when she wiggles, she still somehow manages to rub my cock with her thigh.
Fuck me. My cock twitches as her soft body moves against mine, creating the faintest bit of friction.
“Ivy, this is not the time to play games?—”
Her hand breaks free of my distracted hold, tugging my shirt to pull me closer as she hooks a knee behind my back. She stands on her tiptoes while she grinds against me, as if that could make up for our eleven-inch height difference. Fuck, she feels incredible, and I can’t fight it any longer. I need this. I need this so badly that I think I might die if I don’t get relief soon.
Without thinking, I cup her ass as she rolls her body over mine, and, fuck, it feels amazing. She feels amazing. It’s all too much.
I squeeze my palm over her ass as she rubs her needy pussy over my painfully hard cock. I could come from just feeling her like this, our bodies rubbing together, breathless and starving for touch.
She loops an arm over my shoulder before wrapping her other leg around my waist, and then we’re kissing.
I should stop this. There isn’t anyone around to perform for. We shouldn’t be doing this … but I can’t help myself. I’m a starving man who’s gone so long without romantic touch that I’ve almost forgotten what it feels like, and Ivy’s the walking wet dream of a woman, sent to remind me of everything I’ve been missing.
I suck on her bottom lip before nipping at it with my teeth as I lose myself in her kiss. Our bodies move as one, and I pin her, using the tree as leverage. Jolts of pleasure shoot straight to my cock as the threat of my release intensifies.
It’s almost painful how incredible she feels. I swallow all her whimpers and moans as my hands roam over her petite frame, desperate to trace every inch of her skin. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t think I could conjure the willpower to stop if I tried. I’ll have the rest of my life to thoroughly punish myself, but right now, I’m going to enjoy this rare moment where all my dreams come true.
She grips my shirt before sliding a hand beneath, trailing her palm over my abs like she’s trying to memorize my form with her touch. The darkness heightens my senses, intensifying every brush of skin as she dips her hand beneath my waistband, gripping my eager cock in her palm.
I nearly blow a load right there.
“Holy shit, Leo. You’re massive.” She slides her hand up and down my length, alternating her pace and pressure, and I breathe in a hiss.
It’s like she knows exactly what I need and how I need it. My balls clench, and my vision blurs as she works me so good that I can barely remember why we’re out here to begin with.
After a few more strokes, I feel myself getting painfully close, and I grab her hand so I can catch my breath.
“Whoa now, baby girl. Keep that up, and I’m going to come. And I’m not ready to come yet.”
I pin her again as my lips crash against hers, but she doesn’t stop her wiggling; if anything, she grinds her pussy harder over my cock, moving faster until I’m so distracted that she breaks a hand loose.
Heat pools at the base of my spine as our tongues twist and tangle, our lips moving in frantic need as we all but fuck each other through our clothes. Real sex has never come close to feeling this amazing, and that says a lot, considering the bottom of my shaft’s currently pressed against the metal zipper of my pants. But I don’t care. Somehow, the pain andalmostof it all make it that much hotter, and I’ll take whatever scraps I can get right now.
Her hand slides up my shaft again, and I bite the inside of my cheek to calm myself down, trying to think of anything to bring me back from the edge. But it feels too good, and when I close my eyes, all I can see are those mischievous amber eyes staring back at me, and I know I’m a fucking goner.
“Hold on, baby, just give me a second to—” I move my hand to stop her, but my arms feel like limp noodles, like I’m moving in slow motion.
“How close are you?” she teases as she moves her hand over me, somehow managing to stroke every sensitive spot on my cock like she’s using fucking magic against me.
My hand moves over hers in a pathetic attempt to stop her. “Ivy, stop. I’m going to—” But as soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel my balls clench, and then I explode. “Fuck.” Liquid heat shoots through me in waves of pleasure, and I come right there in my pants like a goddamn teenager.
I take a few moments to catch my breath as my racing heart returns to a normal rhythm, and then the post-nut clarity hits me like a freight train.
