Page 75 of Bonus Daddy
As I kissed her neck, she grasped my belt and pulled roughly.
“Slow down.” I buried my face in her neck, relishing her intoxicating scent.
“No,” she snarled. “You’ve been all sexy and kind and helpful for weeks. I’m not holding back.”
Though I didn’t know it was possible, my cock got harder. Goddamn this woman.
As we wrestled one another’s clothes off, I knew I should stop and take a moment to drink in the sight of her. But I was too busy exploring her skin with my mouth and hands. Every inch of her was perfect, and each little gasp and sigh pushed me to keep going.
Slowly, I pulled the straps of her bra down, and when I found her pink nipples already rock hard, I growled, angling in and taking one in my mouth.
Back arching, she wrapped her fingers around my length through the fabric of my boxer briefs and squeezed, and I fucking saw stars.
Willing my body not to get ahead of itself, I breathed deeply once, then again. Then I kissed down the length of her, imprinting the feel of her skin on my subconscious.
It was imperative that I remember every moment, because nothing would ever feel this good.
By the time I reached her blue panties, I was dizzy with lust and barely holding on. I hooked my fingers into her waistband and inched them down, and I was rewarded when I discovered she was soaked.
“Is this all for me?” I gently stroked her clit, certain that I’d died and gone to heaven.
“Yes,” she moaned as I sank one finger inside her. Studying her face, I removed the digit and licked it clean with my tongue.
Her pupils blew out, almost eclipsing her dark irises. “Dirty,” she sighed.
I slid my finger inside her again. But this time when I removed it, I held it up to her lips.
Without hesitation, she laved it with her tongue, maintaining eye contact with me the entire time.
“You’re in charge,” I said, barely holding it together. “This only goes as far as you say it does.”
“I’m all in.” She pushed up onto her elbows, making those luscious breasts jiggle.
“Tell me what you want,” I urged. There was nothing I wouldn’t give this woman.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said. “Fast and dirty. You make me feel sexier and more desired than I have in my entire life. I need you inside me.”
“But.” I lowered my face and licked her clit. The move gave me the opportunity to taste her. It also allowed me time to get myself under control.
I needed to rein my desire in. Otherwise I’d embarrass myself with my dream girl.
“There’s plenty of time for that later,” she moaned, tugging on my hair. “ You said whatever I wanted. And I know what I want.”
With a sigh, I looked up at her. Before I could disappoint her by telling her I hadn’t come prepared, she smirked wickedly.
“I packed condoms.”
I pushed myself up on my elbows, searching her face for any reservation but finding none.
“I’m an optimist.” With a smile, she rolled over and snagged a makeup bag from the nightstand. She deftly unzipped it and pulled out a roll of about a dozen condoms, then tossed them onto the bed.
My heart seized in my chest. Holy shit. In this moment, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was in love with this woman.
She tore one from the end and pushed at my chest, silently encouraging me to stand. When I was looming over her, she looked up at me with those big brown eyes and pushed my boxer briefs down.
My cock bobbed, and as she gently stroked it, tingles shot up my spine.
Deftly, she rolled the condom on. Then she pushed herself back onto the bed, unabashedly spreading her legs wide.
