Page 54 of Ice Daddy
His gaze lowered to the floor. “You don't have to do that,” he muttered.
“No, but Iwantto.”
She cupped her hand to his crotch and rubbed him. He wasn't growing yet, and he looked like something was troubling him. Paige leaned forward and kissed him. Their lips embraced, but his kiss left something to be desired. Was something wrong? A frantic fear gripped Paige—was his heart not in it anymore? Was she losing him already? She couldn't let it happen—she needed him,Irieneeded him! She kissed him urgently, giving him her tongue, begging him to kiss her like she needed to be kissed.
And then, her ear caught the play-by-play announcer's voice on TV, and she realized what was wrong.
“… the Cats score again, and Florida increases their lead to 5-1. The Boston Brawlers are sorely lacking the explosive talent of their star player and leading scorer, Lance Couture …”
She leaned back. “Sounds like they miss you.”
He nodded dourly. “Yeah. We suck tonight.”
“Poor guy. I can see how much you care. But tonight, no hockey.” She reached for the remote and switched the TV off. “Because you're mine.”
She kissed him again and to her relief, Lance's soul returned to his lips, and she felt a stirring beneath her palm. He was growing now, and the crotch of his trousers tightened.Paige slipped her hand under his waistband and caressed his warm flesh, making him quietly groan as his bare cock fattened in her fingers.
Thank God,she thought.He was just distracted by the game.
She slithered onto the floor and crawled between his thighs. His legs were as wide as tree-trunks. She unbuckled his belt slowly. Tension and hunger built in the athlete's eyes as she deliberately pulled the leather strap free from his belt-loops.
“Paige,” he moaned. “I want you so bad.”
She put a finger to his lips. “I want you toreallywant me.”
She unbuttoned his trousers, and pulled down his fly one tooth at a time, forcing him to feel each torturousclickandclackas the zipper lowered.Lance could barely take it. He panted and grunted, his pelvis gyrating on the love seat cushions. But she wanted to make him wait, she wanted him to feel afractionof the long, desperate wait she'd endured, before she gave him what he wanted and buried him in her throat.
“Paige …”
A stiff round bulge throbbed in the crotch of Lance's pants. His manhood wasbeggingto be set free. At last, the pressure of his impressive bulge sent the zipper bursting down the rest of the way.
“Well.” Paige giggled. “Looks like you want it pretty badlynow.”
“You have no idea,” he quietly groaned.
“Youhave no idea,” she said, her eyes on his as she reached into his boxers and pulled out his pulsing penis.
She licked her lips. His long, girthy cock was so hard, it looked as if it had been carved out of marble. His hardness glistened, and his gold piercing glinted in the dim light.
Paige wrapped her lips around him and pushed.
“Oh …yes,” he sighed at last.
As it turned out, watching Lance be a gentle, loving father to his daughter was the strongest aphrodisiac Paige had ever known. Seeing him step so naturally into the role ofIrie's father spoke to something buried deep inside Paige—her need to protect, her maternal instinct. And now she wanted to please him badly—no, sheneededto please him.
She knew just how he wanted it. She licked and sucked at him with a passion that bordered on worship.
She swirled her tongue up and down his length and traced the hard curves of his glans.
She pushed him into her mouth, slurping his many inches hard, fast, sloppy.
She slowed down, too, because she wanted him to last.
She wanted to blow his mind—she wanted him torememberthis.
“Paige …!” he warned her at last, when he couldn't possibly hold back anymore. “I'm going to come so fucking hard!”
Good.
