Page 96 of Second Chance Daddy
She doesn’t answer with words. Her body gives me all I need as she lurches into me.
I tear at her clothes, ripping her thin sleep shirt clean down the middle, her breasts a sight to see. She moans when my mouth finds her breast, tongue lashing a peaked nipple until she arches off the wall.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy,” she mewls, threading her fingers through my hair till sparks shoot down my spine.
My hand slides down her stomach, slipping under the waistband of her shorts, finding her exactly how I knew she’d be—without panties, dripping for me.
“Fuck,” I groan, sliding a finger inside her, then another, stretching her open, working her slow, deep, controlled. “Look at you… already soaked, Cass.”
She whimpers, hips grinding down, greedy for it. Her nails bite down on my shoulders.
I tear her shorts down her legs, dropping to my knees to yank them off her ankles.
When I look up?
Jesus Christ.
She’s standing there naked, flushed, trembling—legs parted like she’s already mine, soaked, dripping down her thighs, waiting to be fucked.
A goddamn masterpiece begging to be destroyed.
And I’m the only one who ever will.
When I stand again, she’s already at my belt, fingers trembling, fumbling like she can’t get to me fast enough.
“Easy,” I rasp, covering her hands with mine, dragging the leather free and shoving my jeans and boxers down in one rough move.
Her eyes drop—and fuck, she makes a sound that hits me where the sun doesn’t shine.
Her lip catches between her teeth when she forces herself to meet my gaze.
“See something you like?” I murmur, stroking a hand up her bare thigh, teasing the skin, feeling her shiver.
“Shut up,” she breathes, but her hips roll toward me, already chasing more.
“Turn around,” I command.
She hesitates for half a heartbeat, then slowly turns, bracing her hands against the wall. I step in close, one hand sliding up her spine, the other wrapping in her hair, tugging just enough to arch her back.
“I should hate you,” she whispers, breath hitching. “For all of it.”
“But you don’t.” I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness. “You never could.”
I push in with one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out, body tensing around me, so tight and hot it’s almost painful.
“Fuck, Cassie,” I growl, stilling to let her adjust. “You feel like heaven.”
She pushes back against me, demanding more. “Move, damn it.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I pull back and slam into her again, setting a brutal pace that has her gasping with each thrust. My hand finds her hip, gripping hard enough to bruise, the other still tangled in her hair.
“Is this what you want?” I growl, driving deeper. “This is what you’ve been missing?”
“Yes,” she moans, meeting each thrust with desperate need. “God, yes.”
The sound of skin on skin fills the room, punctuated by her whimpers and my low groans. I slide one hand around to circle her clit, rubbing in tight circles that have her trembling against me.
“You close?” I growl, her body locking down around me, hips rolling back like she can’t help herself. “You gonna come for me, Cass?”
