Page 87 of Don't Call Me Daddy
“Come on then. Beg me.” He pauses for only a moment, commanding my full attention. “Be a good girl and beg me to let you come.”
He licks me again this time, sucking my clit into his mouth and giving it the tiniest nibble.
Oh my God. Wherever this man learned to fuck, it should be required education for all men. He’s doing God-level moves that I didn’t even know existed before now.
“Fuck. Ah. Please!” I cry out.
“Please what?” He pauses again, and I’m so close that I can hardly form words; all this teasing has my mind in a jumbled mess.
“Please. Please. Please, Daddy. Please let me come,” I cry out in a breathy whimper, and that must be the right answer.
Curling his fingers with impossible precision, he sucks my clit as an orgasm rips through me, so intense that I swear it has to come from the depths of my soul.
I let out a moan, riding my orgasm out as my legs shake and my toes curl, but Leo doesn’t stop. I’ve somehow managed to wrap my other leg around his neck, too, so the only thing keeping me upright is the force of him holding me against the wall. And, fuck, he doesn’t even seem to be struggling to do it, reminding me once again just how powerful he is.
“Come on, baby. You can give me one more. Be a good girl and come on my face one more time.”
He licks me in slow, steady strokes with his flat tongue as he holds me up with one arm and curls his fingers inside me with the other. It’s a skill set I never knew possible and yet another thing that Leo Kingsley has mastered.
I grip my fingers in his thick hair as pleasure tears through me in every direction, and in the next breath, I’m coming again and then again until my screams turn into strained wheezes.
Holy shit.
I am a boneless pile of flesh, satisfied, sated, and fucked within an inch of my life. And I know without a shadow of a doubt that nothing will ever be the same.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Leo
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask, taking the inhaler from Ivy and placing it on the bathroom counter.
“I’m fine. Really. Just got a little too excited. I promise I’m fine. I didn’t even need the inhaler that time.” Ivy stares up at me with her big amber eyes, and I finally let myself relax.
Thank God I stocked up on rescue inhalers after I found out about her asthma. I placed them all over the house, just in case she ever had another episode. Luckily, I even put one in my bathroom, though I could never have expected to need it … especially like this.
Ivy’s wrapped up in a fluffy white robe, and her cheeks are pink from the shower steam. She looks so fucking cute that I can hardly contain myself. I’ve never lost control like that, but having her wet and naked, pressed up against me, was all it took to short-circuit my brain. It’s been a long time coming, and now that I know how incredible her pussy tastes and all the noises she makes when she comes … fuck if I’m ever going to be able to resist her again.
I might as well hang it up because this woman’s got me wrapped around her little finger so tightly that I think I’d do anything to make her smile. The realization is surprisingly freeing, but I don’t have time to dig into that right now because I’m too busy feeling guilty for being so negligent with her.
What would’ve happened if I’d slipped? Or if I’d dropped her? Not that I was anywhere close to doing so—hell, I could’ve held her like that all day, no problem—but what if she had flipped over my head or something? She could’ve been seriously injured, and it would’ve been all my fault.
“Fuck, Ivy. I’m so sorry. I got carried away. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I kiss the top of her head, smoothing her wet hair from her face.
“You didn’t hurt me.” She laughs, running a hand over my jaw. “You were perfect. I just need to build up a little more stamina before you deliver the holy-shit package again.”
“I could’ve hurt you …” My voice trails off as I bend down to face her.
She rolls her eyes. “But you didn’t. Why can’t you let yourself enjoy this? Just be happy for once without punishing yourself or feeling guilty about it.”
She slides a hand over my chest like she’s testing to see if I’ll bite, but I’m going to need a little time to come down after going from on top of the world to sheer panic in less than five seconds.
I grab her hand from my chest and kiss it, letting her touch soothe me as all my endorphins start to come down and level out.
Dom drop isn’t an entirely new experience for me, but I’ve never felt it this deeply before right now. I suppose it’s only natural to feel the effects of a sudden change in emotions, especially after I’ve spent so much time building it up beforehand.
“Hey, areyouokay?” she finally asks, breaking the silence between us. She tilts her head, assessing me, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
I blow out a breath, and I’m just about to lie, to tell her I’m fine and it’s no big deal, but there’s something about her that makes me feel safe to let her in, and fuck if that isn’t refreshing. It’s exactly what I’ve been missing …she’sexactly what I’ve been missing. I haven’t felt this comfortable in my own skin since … Heidi, the only other woman I’ve shown this side of myself to, ended things all those years ago, her hurtful words leaving scars of shame so deep that it altered my very being.
