Page 44 of Motivating Mira
“I’ve missed this. Your taste. Your scent. Your warm pliable body.”
His choppy breathless words spoken between wet kisses, flustered me. I couldn’t think, not with his hot mouth on my neck.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Mm… me too. Ah, your mouth…” I threw my head back, shoving my breasts against his hard chest, my nipples aching for the same treatment as my neck, and closed my eyes. He nibbled his way down my cleavage. “So hot,” I added when my mind found the words.
He shoved my shirt up. “Off. This comes off. Now.” His gruff demanding tone made my clit give a deep achy throb. He was good at this. The demanding bossy sex. He swatted my thigh and my eyes flew wide. I hadn’t been paying attention. What had he said?
“You listening, girlie? You need some help learning to pay attention?”
I swallowed hard. “No, Daddy. I’ll do better,” I breathed the words as he started kissing my neck again.
“Arms up.”
I obeyed this time, and his big palms skimmed up my ribs taking my shirt with them. He tossed the shirt onto the floor and smiled.
“This has got to go too,” he said, tonguing the lace of my white bra right over my nipple.
I groaned, my tight bud straining for release against its delicate fabric prison.
“Need to taste those pretty pink nipples, yeah?”
I gasped as he nipped at one, pinching it between his lip-sheathed teeth. “Yes, oh, god, yes. Taste me, please.”
He chuckled and it sounded dirty. “I like hearing you beg, girlie.”
Reaching behind me he flicked the spot on my back where my bra clasped together and it sprang apart, releasing my breasts. They were heavy with need, and I arched to give him better access.
“That’s better,” he murmured more to them than to me, and went to work cupping, weighing, and kneading them.
When he finally took one hard bud into his mouth and pulled, sucking hard, my palms tingled, and my clit gave a long needy throb. I gasped, digging my nails into his shoulders. He switched to the other, tormenting it between his hardened lips a moment before sucking it deep. The tug felt as if it were connected to my pussy and my breath hitched.
I ran my fingers into his hair, almost clinging to him as his mouth and tongue swept me into a place where only pleasure existed. I tugged him closer, and he growled, pinching the fleshiest part of my thigh.
“Be a good girl and lie back for me.”
“We’re going to have sex on the table? That doesn’t seem very hygienic, Doctor Daddy,” I said teasingly.
“I’m afraid I left my roll of crunchy paper back at the hospital. Does Rawhide have any butcher paper?”
I laughed, swinging my hand to swat him. He caught it, his eyes darkening as he kissed my palm. “Tsk, tsk, girlie. Don’t be a naughty girl, or I’ll have to punish you, and I’d really rather pleasure you right now.”
I swallowed hard as his words gave my southern region its own heartbeat. But I wanted both. I wanted all of it.
“Are you going to do as you’re told or do I have to make you?”
There was threat in his voice, and despite the underlying amusement in his eyes, a zing of urgency struck me. I wanted to obey. No, I needed to. Deep to my core, my sole purpose was to obey this man. And that felt incredibly dangerous.
Rome wasn’t built in a day, I told myself despite the fact that an alarm was sounding in my brain. Wes was dangerous to my plan.Remember, this is just one night, my ovaries cried.Just one night to be free of the shackles of responsibility.
This felt too good, too right. “I’ll be obedient, Daddy.”
Weak, I chided myself.You’re weak. Yeah, I am, but have you seen him? Do you feel this?
“Lie back.” When I hesitated, he spoke again, sharper this time. “I won’t ask again.”
I leaned back on the table and both of my inner voices instantly silenced as I gave up control.
“You don’t like what we’re doing, you tell me. You get nervous, wanna slow things down, I need to know. Got me? If I ask, you answer or I shut this down.”
