Page 88 of Better Daddy
My nipples are hard as he dips in close and mumbles the words of the song against my heated skin.
“Sully,” I whisper. I’m slick with want and so, so needy. Turning, I bring my lips to his so he’s now singing the lyrics against my mouth.
His eyes light up, his expression knowing. I don’t have to tell him what I want. He already knows. Just like all those years ago, my husband can read my every cue.
“Does my wife need something?” he asks quietly, dropping a hand to my knee.
My body bows into his and I whimper. “You. Now. Please.”
With a grin, he pulls back. “Lead the way.”
We stand together, somewhat abruptly, doing a terrible job of sneaking out.
I’m already eyeing the back hallway when I reach for Sully’s hand and drag him with me.
“Let’s go across the street to the office,” Sully says when I open a closet door, only to be hit with a smell that almost makes me gag.
“No, need you now.” Not bad enough to get it on in there, though that doesn’t deter me from my mission.
We may be older, and we may be parents, but we’re still those two people who couldn’t wait another minute, so the second I find an empty closet that doesn’t stink, I pull my husband inside and push him up against the door. As I slam my mouth to his, it’s like the last little puzzle piece clicking into place. The ferocity with which wekiss and the strength of his fingers as they dig into my hips remind me that this man is the only person I’ve ever wanted in this way.
It’s like coming home. Like clicking the lock and finally feeling safe after a long, stressful day.
I sink into this kiss and revel in the feeling of us.
When Sully whispers, “Turn around, I need to fuck my wife right bloody now,” his voice gruff, I know he’s finally snapped too.
For months, he’s let me lead. He’s checked in. But he’s done asking me what I want. He’s giving us both what we need. And god, this may be the hottest moment of my life.
As I spin, he undoes his belt, the buckle clinking. The sound is followed by the familiar trill of his zipper lowering. He presses his hot body against mine and hikes up my dress before pulling down my underwear. Then, in one long thrust, he enters me.
Legs shaking, I palm the wall to keep myself upright. Every time Sully enters me, it feels like the first time. His presence is all-encompassing, his body attuned to mine. It’s not just his size; it’s the way he takes me.All of me.
Wrapping an arm around my front, he palms one breast. As he tweaks my nipple through the material of my dress, he snakes his other hand along my hip and puts pressure where I need him most. He rolls my clit between his fingers as he thrusts, all the while whispering dirty promises in my ear.
“You’re my fucking wife,” he grits out. “My dirty girl loves to get fucked in public. You like how my cock feels dragging through you, don’t you? That’s right, squeeze me. Right fucking there. Bloody hell, I’m losing my fucking mind. I need you to come. I’m not gonna last.”
Stars dance behind my eyelids and blood whooshes in my ears as my own orgasm barrels down on me.
“You like that. You want me to come in this hot pussy. Want me to fill you up again and again.”
That’s all it takes to send me over the edge.
As I tumble, a shuddering, sweaty mess, he mumbles, “Yes,sweetheart. Fuck, you’re so perfect, squeezing my cock like that. God, I love you.”
I drop my head back against his chest as we both come down, our breaths loud in the confined space. I commit this moment to memory, set on remembering every detail so I can replay it later.
Sully kisses my cheek, and when I arch back to look at him, he presses his mouth to mine. “Are you okay?”
I laugh against his lips. “Bloody perfect.”
“You’re bloody perfect,” he says, burying his face in my hair. “But this cupboard is empty. There’s nothing here to clean you up with.”
I waggle my brows. “Looks like I’ll be walking around tonight as a marked woman.”
Cursing, he pulls out of me. Then he helps me right my underwear and tugs my dress over my ass.
I wrap my arms around his middle and hug him tight. “Thank you for tonight.”
