Page 69 of Who's Your Daddy
I arch a brow. As much as I want this, I didn’t expect to end up here. I just wanted to spend more time with her. Give her a chance to see the real me. Hope that she’d like what she found.
But being allowed to touch her like this? It’s more than I could have asked for.
“We don’t have to do anything,” I promise, squeezing her thighs gently. “We can just snuggle. I’m an excellent snuggler.”
She doesn’t even acknowledge the offer, she just rolls her hips over my aching cock. With each move, electricity shoots up my spine. Her lashes flutter shut and she lets out a breathy sigh.
Fuck. The sight of her stealing her pleasure unravels me.
“But what if—” She lets out another breathy whimper, this one followed by a moan. With her hands on my abdominals, she slows her pace, as if she’s dragging out every little drop of her ecstasy.
I tighten my hold on her hips, eager for her to finish that sentence. Desperate for her to tell me she wants this. To use her words. “What if what?”
Eyes fluttering open, she gives me the laziest of smiles. “What if I want to do more than snuggle? What if I want to forget for a few hours? To just—” She wiggles on top of me.
A telltale tingle starts at the base of my spine. Bloody fucking hell.
Jaw locked, I stare up at the ceiling. Can I do this? Can I allow her to use me tonight? I’ve certainly used and been used before. I’m just not sure I can separate my emotions so easily where Lola’s involved.
“Cal.”
The need dripping in her tone is enough to cut through any scrap of patience I’ve been clinging to. Cuffing her neck, I pull her face to mine. She lets out a surprised squeal, but she doesn’t fight me. And when our lips lock, she sinks into the connection.
I nip at her bottom lip, holding her in place with my hand wrapped around her neck. “I don’t want to make you forget, Lola. I want you to remember every millisecond that we spend together. I want you to relive it over and over again. I want to completely ruin you.”
“So many words, Callahan Murphy.” She smiles against my mouth. “You always have so many words.”
Easing her back a little, I search for any sign that she isn’t on the same page. The smile on her face, the haze of pleasure in her eyes, tells me she’s right here with me. “Is that a yes?”
“Devastate me,” she murmurs. “Ruin me. Do whatever the hell you want to me. Just make me come.”
This time my hips are the ones that undulate beneath hers as I give her exactly what she’s asking for. My hands roam over her bare shoulders as she reaches for her zipper, and at the slow sound of it parting, all my blood flow surges between my thighs.
Green silk falls to her hips exposing the most perfect tits.
Greedy, I straighten, sucking one pink nipple into my mouth while I roll the other between my fingers.
“Yes, Cal.” The tendons in her neck strain as she writhes above me. “Fuck my panties are soaked. I’m going to ruin your tux.”
“Make a mess, Lola,” I urge, too blissed out to care about anything but her. “Promise I’ll clean your first orgasm from your body with my tongue.”
“Shit,” she pants as she quickens her pace.
I should close my eyes and think of anything but about how gorgeous she looks, face flushed, teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she thrashes above me, but I couldn't look away if I tried.
And there’s no way in hell I’ll try. I may be daft when it comes to many things, but I know better than to miss this. I want to memorize every detail of the moment Lola first comes for me. Even if that means I’m close to coming in my knickers.
To help her along, I pinch her nipples and give them a little tug.
“Cal,” she hisses, throwing her head back.
The moment she shatters above me, my entire world turns upside down. From this moment on, my one goal in life will be to make her do that again. And again. And again.
I used to live to taunt her. To earn the tiniest bit of her attention by driving her batty. Now I’ll live for this.
“Good girl,” I murmur.
Without a second’s hesitation, I flip her onto her back and push up her dress. I made a promise, and I intend to keep it. Fuck. I need to taste her. Need to clean her up so I can make a mess of her again.
