Page 20 of Hot Touch
“Wait, what are you—“ His palm smacked my ass; the joggers I’d borrowed from Jackie were nowhere as thick as I’d thought they were. “Did you just spank me?” I asked incredulously.
“Daddy’s girl getting sassy?” My sex clenched, and I tried to rub my thighs together, but it was hard being almost upside down. “Quit squirming that little pussy against my shoulder before I spank you again,” he threatened, but I took it as apromise. I’d read about all sorts of things and kinks. Spanking and daddies in books always called me; so had getting tied up, but we had time to explore.
We have forever.
I chewed on my bottom lip for a second before I knew what I was going to do. I squirmed and was rewarded with the exact punishment Daddy had promised. His massive palm rose and fell against my butt cheek before squeezing the ache out.
“You liked that, do you?” he asked with a dark chuckle in his voice. “Oh, baby, we’re going to have so much fun,” he promised, and I had a feeling my big bad fireman daddy would more than deliver.
Before I knew it, we were not only in his bedroom but walking straight to his bathroom. He kicked the door shut before he swung me back up and made sure I brushed against his front before my feet touched the tiled floor. I’d only felt his length for a moment, but he was thicker, longer, and harder than anything I’d ever had before. He stepped back, and I frowned.
“Shh,” he hushed, his eyes roaming over my body. “My girl had a long day,” he said. “Tough night.” He reached to turn on the shower. “You’re going to be a good girl for me and do as I say, right?” I nodded because watching him, hearing him be bossy, was really hot. “Take the top off, Alex. Daddy wants to see what he’s been waiting his whole life for.”
“Nathan,” I breathed, but he tsked, shaking his head, stepping back further.
“Who am I to you, baby girl? What do you call me when it’s just us?”
“Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he praised, then his big hands moved to his own waist. My tongue felt too big for my mouth as he undid his belt buckle, then the top button of his denim pants. I felt warm from head to toe. “Now, do as you were told, princess.” My handsmoved to the hem of the cropped T-shirt, and when I hesitated, he saw it.
“Take. It. Off.” He enunciated each word almost like his patience was running out. I swallowed and pulled the top up and over my head, holding the discarded material in front of my chest. “Let me see you, baby girl. Show daddy everything.” I licked my lips.
My head was a loud mess.
Part of me was scared.What if I turn him off?My body was curvy and soft with some stretch marks. I wasn’t thin and lithe like Liz or petite like Jackie.
“Drop it.” The words felt like they echoed in the bathroom. Before I could think, my hands did his bidding. I watched, fully captivated by the way he licked his lips. “Bra, too,” he scraped, and even though my hands shook and I had to remind myself of no regrets, I reached behind me, holding the cups with one hands while slowly dropping one strap before doing the same with the other. He nodded. His Adam’s apple rose and fell. My bra dropped right on top of the shirt, and his chest rose and fell, his breathing changed.
“Jesus Christ.” His voice sounded deeper. “Look at you,” he rasped. His hands at his sides flexed, opened and closed in fists like he was trying to keep himself in check. “The rest of it.” His eyes heated.
I kicked off the sandals my sister had let me borrow before pulling and tugging the neon-green joggers off my body. Every nerve ending was fully awake. Sparkling and hyperaware of the soft drag of the material of my pants as I took them off, along with my panties.
“Look at you,” he breathed, “Turn around for me. Never seen anything more beautiful.”
“Daddy.” My heart was ready to bust through my chest.
“Please.” His voice cracked, and I did as he wanted.
As I turned slowly, my face felt hot. Who was I kidding? My whole body felt white hot.
My inner thighs were slick with my arousal, and when I turned back to look at him, my eyes widened. Nathan was no longer standing across from me but right in front of me. His hands rose and cupped my face, tilting my head up.
“If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so. Understood?” I nodded because words were too hard to spit out. “Good girl.” His thick thumbs grazed my cheeks before the pad of one thumb ran cross my bottom lip. “Such a good girl for daddy.” The pad of his finger pulled my flesh before letting it go.
“Kiss daddy, sweet angel. Kiss me,” he ordered softly. I rose on the tips of my toes and my lips touched his. My body trembled. This kiss was lightyears better than anything I’d ever experienced before.
Slow.
Soft.
His kiss was so tender, a sound of need escaped from me, and it was like the straw that broke the camel’s back. He groaned and deepened the kiss. His tongue touched the seam of my lips to open for him, and I did. I held on for dear life as he took control of the moment.
Deep and wet.
Our teeth scraped as we fought for more. Suddenly, his hands left my face and moved down my body before he lifted me up. Instinct kicked in, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I gasped, my eyes fluttering closed at the feel of how hard he was.For me.
“Daddy,” I whimpered, and he groaned. In the back of my head, I knew we were moving, but all I could focus on was Daddy. His lips. His body. The easy way he carried me. How good it felt to be in his arms.
